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11-01-2010, 1:09 PM
When we got to the hotel, the front desk let us know that they had overbooked the hotel. As a result, rather than two separate rooms, they had given us a suite. The suite had two separate bedrooms with a living area in the middle. Samantha and I agreed to the accommodations and took the elevator to the 11 floor.
When we found the right door, we entered, she took the room to the left and I took the room to the right. In the middle was a sitting area with two wingback chairs, coffee table, T.V. and a couch. We said goodnight and headed off for some sleep.
In the morning, I was up early and went down to get us some coffee. I was sitting in the living area when I heard Samantha’s door open. She walked to where I was sitting and I turned to face her.
“Good morning” she said. “Good morning” I said back. I could not stop staring at her. She was wearing black leather boots (the kind that hug your foot), black nylons with a black skirt and white blouse. There was no doubt that most men when looking at her would have found her appearance very intimidating. She noticed the coffee and asked, “Is this for me?” I replied yes and she picked it to take a drink. We discussed our plan for the day and finished our coffees. Off we went to the convention/trade show.
The day was going great. We had secured a number of new orders and met with several prospective clients. By the end of the first day, the new orders meant that the business had just grown roughly 8.5% and we still had another day. As the convention closed for the day, we both looked at each other and we were exhausted.
Samantha looked at me and said “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. Then we can go back to the room and complete the paper work, update our files, etc and plan for tomorrow. You did a great job today. I knew when I hired you; you were the right person for the job”. I thanked her and we walked to a nearby restaurant.
The dinner went relatively fast. We did enjoy a bottle of red wine, but we also knew the work that still had to be done before we were officially finished for the day. During dinner, Samantha mentioned “my feet are killing me in these boots”. I said “they may be sore, but you look very intimidating the way you are dressed and it worked for you - look how much we grew the business today”. She laughed and when we were done, we walked back to the hotel.
When we got back to the suite, I went to my room to drop off my jacket, take off my tie and grab my laptop. When I came out of the room, Samantha was sitting in one of the wingback chairs. She had her feet up on the table with her boots still on and her eyes were closed with her head pointed towards the ceiling. Her laptop was also on the table.
I went to the wingback chair opposite to her and sat down. She opened her eyes and smiled. She looked at me and said “My feet are so tired, would you mind helping me with my boots” “No problem” I said. It seemed like a harmless request.
I slid off the chair and leaned forward to unzip the side of her right boot. Just as I did this, she pulled her legs back and planted her feet on the floor. This meant that I now had to move forward and kneel down to get to her feet. I am sure if someone saw me it would have looked as though I was some type of servant.
Anyway I unzipped the right boot and lifted her leg off the floor, supporting it with my left arm. I pulled the boot off with my right hand. By the nature of my position, her foot was right next to my face when I the boot came off. The smell assaulted my nose immediately. There was no doubt that she had been wearing these boots all day. The scent was very strong. I knew she was looking at me so I made sure to keep a straight face a not pull away.
She pulled her leg back through my left hand and when her foot reached my hand, she angled it so that she rubbed from her heel to her toes across my palm. I could feel the extreme dampness as her sole went over my hand. When I did her left foot, she did the same, except she actually paused and held her foot in my hand for a moment before she placed it on the floor. I went back to chair and sat down.
Samantha let out a sigh and placed her feet back on the coffee table crossing her right foot over her left. She looked at me and said “I am so sorry, my feet smell awful”. Here I was again at this cross road. What do you say to your boss” Do you agree or say they smell fine. I thought I would take the high road so I looked at her and replied “No Samantha they smell fine”. She laughed and said “you have got to be kidding me. I can smell them from here. You know, you keep saying that they don’t smell and I think you’re lying. If you really believe that then I want you to kneel down and smell them. And not just a quick smell, I want to feel a few breathes from your nose”.
Now I had done it. If I don’t do it, I will have to admit that I lied and tell her that her feet smell bad. What would this do to our relationship? Would she think that she couldn’t trust what I said after that? I really valued this job. The pay was great and I enjoyed working for Samantha. I did what I knew I had to – I slid off my chair on to the floor towards her smelly feet.
I hesitated as I leaned over the coffee table and she noticed. “Go on” she said. “Get your nose under my toes, unless you have been lying to me” she continued. I made the move and pushed my nose in to her damp nylon encased toes. The smell was bad. I took three breathes and moved back to my chair.
“Wow, I can’t believe you did that. You must really feel that my feet don’t smell bad. Those three breathes of air you did through my toes felt great and they are so sore.” she said. I just smiled. I reached for my laptop and she suddenly spoke. “You know
what, I have an idea.”
“ I am much faster than you at typing and we have a lot of information to enter. Why don’t I sit here with the WIFI connection and I will enter the information in to our systems.” She was right. If I was doing the entries, it would take three times as long. I looked at her and said “Are you sure you don’t mind. After all, you are the boss.” She just smiled and said it would be no problem. And then it came. She said “since I am doing all of the work, I think you should smell my feet while I am typing” I looked at her in disbelief. She responded with “hey, you just said my feet don’t smell. They are killing me from today and I am going to do all of our work. And lastly you just reminded me that I’m the boss. If you don’t want to, I understand, I will let you start up your laptop and you can do the work. Besides, it is harmless and I won’t tell anyone. You will also be helping my feet feel better before our long day tomorrow”.
Her points were tough to argue so I agreed. I leaned slid off the chair again and leaned over the table, inserting my nose into the toes of her right foot. After a bout a minute, it was obvious to her that the position my body was in was uncomfortable. She pulled her feet away and I said “finished already?” “Not on your life foot boy. I have an idea that should make it more comfortable for you. Come over here and slide your body under the chair (it had high legs).” I got under the chair so only part of me was sticking out at the front. She went and got one of her bags and placed it next to my head. “Now I can put one foot on your face and one on my bag so they are at the same height which will allow me to rest my laptop on my lap while I type”. It seemed like she had thought of everything. I started to think this was not her first time doing this to someone.
She got comfortable and placed her left foot on her bag. Then she looked down at me, stared in to my eyes and raised her foot over my head. She slowly lowered it, never breaking eye contact until her toes were covering my nose. She then sat back spread her toes and start her laptop.
Next part soon.
When we found the right door, we entered, she took the room to the left and I took the room to the right. In the middle was a sitting area with two wingback chairs, coffee table, T.V. and a couch. We said goodnight and headed off for some sleep.
In the morning, I was up early and went down to get us some coffee. I was sitting in the living area when I heard Samantha’s door open. She walked to where I was sitting and I turned to face her.
“Good morning” she said. “Good morning” I said back. I could not stop staring at her. She was wearing black leather boots (the kind that hug your foot), black nylons with a black skirt and white blouse. There was no doubt that most men when looking at her would have found her appearance very intimidating. She noticed the coffee and asked, “Is this for me?” I replied yes and she picked it to take a drink. We discussed our plan for the day and finished our coffees. Off we went to the convention/trade show.
The day was going great. We had secured a number of new orders and met with several prospective clients. By the end of the first day, the new orders meant that the business had just grown roughly 8.5% and we still had another day. As the convention closed for the day, we both looked at each other and we were exhausted.
Samantha looked at me and said “Let’s go grab a bite to eat. Then we can go back to the room and complete the paper work, update our files, etc and plan for tomorrow. You did a great job today. I knew when I hired you; you were the right person for the job”. I thanked her and we walked to a nearby restaurant.
The dinner went relatively fast. We did enjoy a bottle of red wine, but we also knew the work that still had to be done before we were officially finished for the day. During dinner, Samantha mentioned “my feet are killing me in these boots”. I said “they may be sore, but you look very intimidating the way you are dressed and it worked for you - look how much we grew the business today”. She laughed and when we were done, we walked back to the hotel.
When we got back to the suite, I went to my room to drop off my jacket, take off my tie and grab my laptop. When I came out of the room, Samantha was sitting in one of the wingback chairs. She had her feet up on the table with her boots still on and her eyes were closed with her head pointed towards the ceiling. Her laptop was also on the table.
I went to the wingback chair opposite to her and sat down. She opened her eyes and smiled. She looked at me and said “My feet are so tired, would you mind helping me with my boots” “No problem” I said. It seemed like a harmless request.
I slid off the chair and leaned forward to unzip the side of her right boot. Just as I did this, she pulled her legs back and planted her feet on the floor. This meant that I now had to move forward and kneel down to get to her feet. I am sure if someone saw me it would have looked as though I was some type of servant.
Anyway I unzipped the right boot and lifted her leg off the floor, supporting it with my left arm. I pulled the boot off with my right hand. By the nature of my position, her foot was right next to my face when I the boot came off. The smell assaulted my nose immediately. There was no doubt that she had been wearing these boots all day. The scent was very strong. I knew she was looking at me so I made sure to keep a straight face a not pull away.
She pulled her leg back through my left hand and when her foot reached my hand, she angled it so that she rubbed from her heel to her toes across my palm. I could feel the extreme dampness as her sole went over my hand. When I did her left foot, she did the same, except she actually paused and held her foot in my hand for a moment before she placed it on the floor. I went back to chair and sat down.
Samantha let out a sigh and placed her feet back on the coffee table crossing her right foot over her left. She looked at me and said “I am so sorry, my feet smell awful”. Here I was again at this cross road. What do you say to your boss” Do you agree or say they smell fine. I thought I would take the high road so I looked at her and replied “No Samantha they smell fine”. She laughed and said “you have got to be kidding me. I can smell them from here. You know, you keep saying that they don’t smell and I think you’re lying. If you really believe that then I want you to kneel down and smell them. And not just a quick smell, I want to feel a few breathes from your nose”.
Now I had done it. If I don’t do it, I will have to admit that I lied and tell her that her feet smell bad. What would this do to our relationship? Would she think that she couldn’t trust what I said after that? I really valued this job. The pay was great and I enjoyed working for Samantha. I did what I knew I had to – I slid off my chair on to the floor towards her smelly feet.
I hesitated as I leaned over the coffee table and she noticed. “Go on” she said. “Get your nose under my toes, unless you have been lying to me” she continued. I made the move and pushed my nose in to her damp nylon encased toes. The smell was bad. I took three breathes and moved back to my chair.
“Wow, I can’t believe you did that. You must really feel that my feet don’t smell bad. Those three breathes of air you did through my toes felt great and they are so sore.” she said. I just smiled. I reached for my laptop and she suddenly spoke. “You know
what, I have an idea.”
“ I am much faster than you at typing and we have a lot of information to enter. Why don’t I sit here with the WIFI connection and I will enter the information in to our systems.” She was right. If I was doing the entries, it would take three times as long. I looked at her and said “Are you sure you don’t mind. After all, you are the boss.” She just smiled and said it would be no problem. And then it came. She said “since I am doing all of the work, I think you should smell my feet while I am typing” I looked at her in disbelief. She responded with “hey, you just said my feet don’t smell. They are killing me from today and I am going to do all of our work. And lastly you just reminded me that I’m the boss. If you don’t want to, I understand, I will let you start up your laptop and you can do the work. Besides, it is harmless and I won’t tell anyone. You will also be helping my feet feel better before our long day tomorrow”.
Her points were tough to argue so I agreed. I leaned slid off the chair again and leaned over the table, inserting my nose into the toes of her right foot. After a bout a minute, it was obvious to her that the position my body was in was uncomfortable. She pulled her feet away and I said “finished already?” “Not on your life foot boy. I have an idea that should make it more comfortable for you. Come over here and slide your body under the chair (it had high legs).” I got under the chair so only part of me was sticking out at the front. She went and got one of her bags and placed it next to my head. “Now I can put one foot on your face and one on my bag so they are at the same height which will allow me to rest my laptop on my lap while I type”. It seemed like she had thought of everything. I started to think this was not her first time doing this to someone.
She got comfortable and placed her left foot on her bag. Then she looked down at me, stared in to my eyes and raised her foot over my head. She slowly lowered it, never breaking eye contact until her toes were covering my nose. She then sat back spread her toes and start her laptop.
Next part soon.