make me Sick
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I originally found this on the greatfeet.com website, without the name or e-mail of the author attached. Although there is a reference to minors in this story, you will not find any actual minors herein; it takes place in an office, between the minors' mother and a colleague.
Happy reading.
Mondays usually stink. Not just in my office, but in every office. This Monday morning featured severe thunder showers. Temperatures in the high nineties, with the humidity to match. I couldn't see how this Monday would be any fun.
One good thing about being sent to the boring meetings with the company big shots is that I get to brief others in the office as to what all went on and make jokes about how boring everything is.
I wasn't in the office for even an hour when I heard that great flip flops sound. Mary Lee came right into my cubicle. She has been with the company forever. She is sort of short, kind of plump, but kind of cute. She has curly brown shoulder length hair. Everyone likes her. She wore a blue and pink floral blouse, jeans and the flip flops and had caught my attention .
She works in the Personnel Office and deals specifically with new hires. In the last meeting, we were told that four new people were coming on board and she was going to need to know what she would need to have for them when they arrived.
I told her that I could have everything for her in a few minutes and if she wanted, I would go over to her desk. She said she would see me there.
When I got to her desk, I did have to laugh at the way she was sitting. She was kneeling on the top of the seat portion of the office chair, with her feet hanging over the edge of the back of the seat. She said she likes to sit that way, instead of letting her short legs dangle in the air because they can't reach the floor.
"You better watch out," I said to her while entering her work space. "Some mean awful, terrible person like me might come behind your chair, pull your shoes off and tickle you under your feet."
She laughed and said that she was surprised that no one has come by and done that to her just yet. She also told about how her three kids like to go with her to beaches and bury her in the sand. It doesn't take much sand to cover her up and once they have her covered, each of the kids take turns tickling her feet. It would drive her crazy, but she liked it.
I told her that my day wouldn't be complete without driving her crazy, by tickling her, but first I would have to tend to my duties. It only took about ten minutes to line up the items for the new hires.
"Okay, now don't make a sound." I said to her as I spun her office chair to where the back was facing me and her feet were right at my knees. "No one is looking, so I am going to quietly take these shoes off and play with your feet. Don't worry, I won't make a scene and I will put your shoes back on when I am finishsd."
Her feet were small, but there was plenty enough to play with. I had never been this close to her. She seemed to be liking it and didn't tell me to stop. She instantly covered her mouth with her hands as I began playing with her heels.
"It's no wonder that your kids like tickling your feet," I said. "These are some the cutest heels on the planet. I know that is not a compliment you get everyday." She was laughing too much to respond to that comment.
She continued laughing as I began dragging each of my index fingers from those heels, downward to her toes and then back up to the top. I did this three or four times. This got her shaking her feet from side to side. Then I gave her a chance to catch her breath.
"You're just like my kids," she said, while giggling. "They like getting at my feet too. I can't believe you're tickling my feet in the office."
"I guess I have a lot of kid in me," I replied. "When was the last time any of your kids took the end of a silk tie and started tickling your pretty little heels like this?" I said as I brushed my tie along her soles.
"Oooooh, not with your tie," she pleaded. "Oh, that's going to make me lose it." I tickled her for a few more seconds and decided to put her flip flops back on.
"Now, each time I see you sitting this way, you know that you're a sitting duck, to have me come by and tickle your feet again," I told her.
"Okay," she answered. "It will be like having my kids in the office with me. Next thing I know, you will find your way to the beach with us and start tickling my feet after I'm buried in the sand."
Hey, that could be as much fun as tickling her feet in the office. On the other hand, the fun in her cubicle would be a hard act to beat.
Happy reading.
Mondays usually stink. Not just in my office, but in every office. This Monday morning featured severe thunder showers. Temperatures in the high nineties, with the humidity to match. I couldn't see how this Monday would be any fun.
One good thing about being sent to the boring meetings with the company big shots is that I get to brief others in the office as to what all went on and make jokes about how boring everything is.
I wasn't in the office for even an hour when I heard that great flip flops sound. Mary Lee came right into my cubicle. She has been with the company forever. She is sort of short, kind of plump, but kind of cute. She has curly brown shoulder length hair. Everyone likes her. She wore a blue and pink floral blouse, jeans and the flip flops and had caught my attention .
She works in the Personnel Office and deals specifically with new hires. In the last meeting, we were told that four new people were coming on board and she was going to need to know what she would need to have for them when they arrived.
I told her that I could have everything for her in a few minutes and if she wanted, I would go over to her desk. She said she would see me there.
When I got to her desk, I did have to laugh at the way she was sitting. She was kneeling on the top of the seat portion of the office chair, with her feet hanging over the edge of the back of the seat. She said she likes to sit that way, instead of letting her short legs dangle in the air because they can't reach the floor.
"You better watch out," I said to her while entering her work space. "Some mean awful, terrible person like me might come behind your chair, pull your shoes off and tickle you under your feet."
She laughed and said that she was surprised that no one has come by and done that to her just yet. She also told about how her three kids like to go with her to beaches and bury her in the sand. It doesn't take much sand to cover her up and once they have her covered, each of the kids take turns tickling her feet. It would drive her crazy, but she liked it.
I told her that my day wouldn't be complete without driving her crazy, by tickling her, but first I would have to tend to my duties. It only took about ten minutes to line up the items for the new hires.
"Okay, now don't make a sound." I said to her as I spun her office chair to where the back was facing me and her feet were right at my knees. "No one is looking, so I am going to quietly take these shoes off and play with your feet. Don't worry, I won't make a scene and I will put your shoes back on when I am finishsd."
Her feet were small, but there was plenty enough to play with. I had never been this close to her. She seemed to be liking it and didn't tell me to stop. She instantly covered her mouth with her hands as I began playing with her heels.
"It's no wonder that your kids like tickling your feet," I said. "These are some the cutest heels on the planet. I know that is not a compliment you get everyday." She was laughing too much to respond to that comment.
She continued laughing as I began dragging each of my index fingers from those heels, downward to her toes and then back up to the top. I did this three or four times. This got her shaking her feet from side to side. Then I gave her a chance to catch her breath.
"You're just like my kids," she said, while giggling. "They like getting at my feet too. I can't believe you're tickling my feet in the office."
"I guess I have a lot of kid in me," I replied. "When was the last time any of your kids took the end of a silk tie and started tickling your pretty little heels like this?" I said as I brushed my tie along her soles.
"Oooooh, not with your tie," she pleaded. "Oh, that's going to make me lose it." I tickled her for a few more seconds and decided to put her flip flops back on.
"Now, each time I see you sitting this way, you know that you're a sitting duck, to have me come by and tickle your feet again," I told her.
"Okay," she answered. "It will be like having my kids in the office with me. Next thing I know, you will find your way to the beach with us and start tickling my feet after I'm buried in the sand."
Hey, that could be as much fun as tickling her feet in the office. On the other hand, the fun in her cubicle would be a hard act to beat.
