Overtime

[SoleMann]

I always come up with ideas for stories in my head, but I’ve never attempted to write any of them down. In the last couple of weeks I’ve seen a number of new storywriters spring up, so I figured it’s about time I give back to the community here and try my hand at writing too. Although I ran it through spell check, some words I didn’t know which was the right word to chose from the list so I just left it as is. I’ve been a lurker here for awhile now and I don’t expect to get a lot of replies, but I’m hoping a more seasoned writer here might give me a little critique on my writing style/skills or lack there of. Now without further ado, here is the intro and part 1 of my first ever story. I hope you enjoy it.

[SoleMann]

Overtime: Intro
By: SoleMann

I had been working as a service technician at the company for over 5 years. The company consisted of several segmented areas for the technicians to work, a front counter for walk in business and an office area for the secretarial staff that handled the phones. It was your typical 9 to 5 workweek with a skeleton crew on the weekends. Most of us got the weekends off, but due to the fact that some of the companies we did business with were open on weekends, the newer secretaries had to take turns working alternate Saturdays.

I never worked on the weekend, that is until they hired this one girl named Jamie. She was 22yrs old, a petite 5 ft 2, blonde hair, blue eyes and had just about the cutest little feet you ever saw. She would almost always come into work with some type of sandal or easy to slip off shoes. She was not shy about taking her shoes off at her desk and would sit there working bare foot. I started to change my work routine so I would have more excuses to go into the front office, just so I could strike up conversation with her and check out her footwear for that day.

Though I had never worked Saturdays in the past, I would checkout the office schedule to see what weekends she worked and made sure that I would need to come in that weekend as well. This plan worked out quite well, since almost no one came to work on Saturdays and those who did left by noon. That gave me almost half the day to sneak some one on one time with her. After a couple months we had developed a good working friendship.

[SoleMann]

Overtime: Part 1
By: SoleMann

Then it happened one fateful Saturday. There was only about a half hour left before we closed for the day, so I went into the front office to spend that time chatting with Jaime like I had been doing for months now. I had noticed earlier she was wearing her flat thin soled strapy sandals that really showed off her perfect feet. When I got there instead of sitting at her desk as usual, she was checking out the other cubicles as if searching for some thing.

"What's up?" I asked her.

She said " I have to update the board for next week, but someone has moved the crate I usually stand on so I can reach it."

The office was a rectangular room with cubicles along 3 walls. The fourth wall had the doorway, a copy machine, a fax machine, the main operators desk, and a short bookshelf with a dry erase board above it high enough for the girls to see from their cubicles. The board contained various info the girls needed that could change weekly or daily and had to be updated frequently.

"Let's see if we can find it together." I told her.

We looked for about 5 minutes to no avail and I could tell she was starting to get a little ticked and I probably should have thought before I asked her "you sure you can't reach the board with out it?"

She gave me the evil eye and stormed over to the board "see for yourself, I can reach the bottom section, but I can't get the upper half."

"Want me to give you a hand with it then?" I asked.

"Sure" she said, "that would be great."

I then joined her over at the board. She reached for the eraser, but before she could hand it to me, I did something I never believed I would do. I got down on one knee leaving my left knee up parallel with the front of the board and said, "now you should be able to reach it."

She gave me a funny look, hesitated for a second, and then stepped right up on my knee/leg. I was in heaven, for months now I had been dreaming about this girl and her cute little feet, and now here she was using me as her stepping stool.

Our conversation lessened as she concentrated on updating some of the info, which was a good thing because all my attention was fixed on her feet. I could feel every little shift of her weight as she moved around trying to keep her balance and to reach different areas of the board. Her movement wasn't the only thing I could feel; I could feel my manhood growing in my pants. Luckily I had jeans on, so it wasn't too obvious, and it seemed to naturally just find its way into the fold at the front of my pants.

As she was finishing up, she had to reach the far-left side of the board. She put all her weight on her left foot and started leaning over, as she did her right foot started working its way up my chest to help her keep her balance. Her foot stopped just short of my neck. I was mesmerized; never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever get this close to her perfect feet. I breathed in deeply through my nose trying to catch her foots sweet sent. I licked my lips, fighting the urge to lean down and plant a kiss on her foot. Then in the silence, a shot of reality hit me and I started getting paranoid. I hope she didn't hear me breathing hard through my nose, I hope she hasn't caught me stairing at her feet. I sheepishly looked up at her and saw that she seemed to be still diligently working away.

"Almost done" she said. And as she started writing lower on the board, her foot slowly slid down my chest. I started to get disappointed; I didn't want it to end so soon.

Still fearing that she might catch me stairing at her feet, I tried to concentrate on just watching her finish up. Thoughts were still racing through my head about what had happened and how it couldn't have been much better, but I was wrong. Suddenly, I felt pressure on the tip of my manhood. She had slid her foot all the way down my chest and without realizing it, she was now about to stand on my fully erect member.

To be continued...

Part 2: http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8508

[MistressValerie]

That is an excellent beginning! I look forward to the continuation :)

Love and squishing,

[gunslinger]

More More More MOre More, just have to set here and wait for part 2 I guess. :(


:2guns:

[foottoy]

SoleMann- What a fantastic first start of what I hope will be many stories from you! I may not be a seasoned author, never having the confidence to post one of my own stories, but you did an excellent job! I felt like I was there in the office with you. I am eggerly awaiting " the rest of the story"!:)

[footobsessor]

sounds great so far! cant wait for the rest!

[footcleaner83]

A great beginning, for sure! Can't wait for the rest!

[adamant19uk]

Welcome aboard (nice pun!:D ) Mann, nice start. may it be the first of many.

[SoleMann]

Thanx for all of the positive replies everyone; it is good to know that you all enjoyed it. I feel especially honored that MistressValerie took the time to post a reply. I took a page out of the great groundview’s book of story telling and put a link at the bottom of part 1 linking it to part 2.

[cobbler]

Off to a great start Keep up the good work