SmileyTkls
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Just a little story I wrote for Steph, and she suggested I post it. So, here you go!
Working Late, and Loving It...
Steph walked the long halls of the hospital, which
seemed to be getting longer and longer. It had been a
wearying day, everyone wanting her to do more and more
things that just weren't going to happen in the time
she had. She caught sight of her office and entered,
gratefully shutting out the clamor outside.
Moving to her desk, she plopped into her chair,
looking down at her aching feet. She smirked,
thinking about how fabulous her new stripper shoes
made her feet and legs look, but also how sore her
feet were. Reaching down, she gingerly removed them,
wiggling her bright red toes inside their nylon
sheath.
Steph leaned back, closing her eyes and rubbing them
tiredly. "I really could sleep well now," she
thought, letting her arms fall to her lap. She
smiled, imagining the luxury of sleep for a moment.
She sighed deeply, then opened her eyes and leaned up.
Starting to sift through files, a knock came at her
door.
Steph glanced at her watch, wondering who it could
be, then replied, "Come in?" A man in an orderly
uniform came in and said, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I'm
new around here and needed some information, if you
don't mind." She grinned brightly, as usual, and
said, "Sure! How can I help, cutie?"
The man grinned at the remark, stepping inside and
over to the side of the desk. His dark hair and
goatee caught Steph's eye, as did the somewhat
devilish grin he had on his face. "Well, I noticed
you going around the hospital and know how to get
around. I'm supposed to help in physical therapy, but
can't find it for anything."
She shook her head sympathetically. "It can be
intimidating, I know, but as much as I have to run up
and down around here, I know it all." Her hand
unconsciously rubbed her left foot, idly wondering if
this orderly noticed. She glanced up, catching his
eyes staring at the motion. "Anyhow..."
He cut her off by kneeling and grasping her foot in
his large, warm hands. She groaned involuntarily,
drinking in the firm strokes, loving his hands on her
oh so sensitive foot. "Mmm, wh-what's that for?" she
managed to mumble. "You looked like you could use
it... Besides, I wanted to make you feel good." She
grinned, looking at his smiling face, watching her
body respond to his attention.
He got a smirk, and started to tickle her arch
lightly, commenting, "Are we a little tickly?" Steph
giggled, staring to go limp and slump forward a bit.
"Hee hee, what, hee, do you-hoo-hoo think...?" she
managed to squeak out. As she slid down, her skirt
came up slightly, revealing the tops of her thigh-hi
stockings.
The man's eyes lit up, and he said, "I'm helping you
relax, and you certainly look like you're ready to
have some fun." She felt a little embarrassed, but
for some reason, liked that he was olging her legs and
stockings, not to mention the wonderful tickles on her
foot. "Yes, hee hee ha ha, I am," she admitted,
surprising even herself.
Her tickler, loving her admission, retrieved the
other foot from the floor, and pulled both up to his
face, nibbling on the toes, while his thumbs tickled
the arches. Even through the stockings, she could
feel the goatee hair tickling her toes. More giggles
and sighs issued from Steph's mouth, smiling and
helpless against the pleasure she felt.
The source of her pleasure got even bolder, grasping
the top of the left stocking and rolling it off, then
the other. He then started to caress her bared legs
and lifted her feet up to his face, licking around her
soles with his wet, warm tongue tip. She laughed and
moaned softly, loving the feel of the slippery tongue
sliding all around her feet, as well as the tickly
stroking of her legs.
Her private orderly began to suck her toes, one at a
time, while his fingers danced around her calves, down
to her heels, wiggling and tickling her to ecstasy.
Steph laughed heartily, wiggling around weakly in her
chair, but loving every second of her experience. She
gazed down and saw him kissing around the tops of her
feet as his hands fondled and stroked her soles.
After what seemed to be a blissfully long time, she
felt the tickling and licking subside, and looked up,
to see his face moving toward hers, kissing her
lightly on the lips. "Thanks for the help, Steph," he
whispered and then winked. He walked out as she
caught her breath, still stunned at the sudden turn of
events. She leaned back, closing her eyes...
...and opened them to see her desk as she'd left it,
stockings still on her legs. Smacking her forehead
with her hand, she realized she must've been dreaming.
"I need to either get out more often, or work later
to have more of these," she muttered. Steph wiggled
her toes, and felt something odd... wet toes... 😉
The end... for now...
Working Late, and Loving It...
Steph walked the long halls of the hospital, which
seemed to be getting longer and longer. It had been a
wearying day, everyone wanting her to do more and more
things that just weren't going to happen in the time
she had. She caught sight of her office and entered,
gratefully shutting out the clamor outside.
Moving to her desk, she plopped into her chair,
looking down at her aching feet. She smirked,
thinking about how fabulous her new stripper shoes
made her feet and legs look, but also how sore her
feet were. Reaching down, she gingerly removed them,
wiggling her bright red toes inside their nylon
sheath.
Steph leaned back, closing her eyes and rubbing them
tiredly. "I really could sleep well now," she
thought, letting her arms fall to her lap. She
smiled, imagining the luxury of sleep for a moment.
She sighed deeply, then opened her eyes and leaned up.
Starting to sift through files, a knock came at her
door.
Steph glanced at her watch, wondering who it could
be, then replied, "Come in?" A man in an orderly
uniform came in and said, "Pardon me, ma'am, but I'm
new around here and needed some information, if you
don't mind." She grinned brightly, as usual, and
said, "Sure! How can I help, cutie?"
The man grinned at the remark, stepping inside and
over to the side of the desk. His dark hair and
goatee caught Steph's eye, as did the somewhat
devilish grin he had on his face. "Well, I noticed
you going around the hospital and know how to get
around. I'm supposed to help in physical therapy, but
can't find it for anything."
She shook her head sympathetically. "It can be
intimidating, I know, but as much as I have to run up
and down around here, I know it all." Her hand
unconsciously rubbed her left foot, idly wondering if
this orderly noticed. She glanced up, catching his
eyes staring at the motion. "Anyhow..."
He cut her off by kneeling and grasping her foot in
his large, warm hands. She groaned involuntarily,
drinking in the firm strokes, loving his hands on her
oh so sensitive foot. "Mmm, wh-what's that for?" she
managed to mumble. "You looked like you could use
it... Besides, I wanted to make you feel good." She
grinned, looking at his smiling face, watching her
body respond to his attention.
He got a smirk, and started to tickle her arch
lightly, commenting, "Are we a little tickly?" Steph
giggled, staring to go limp and slump forward a bit.
"Hee hee, what, hee, do you-hoo-hoo think...?" she
managed to squeak out. As she slid down, her skirt
came up slightly, revealing the tops of her thigh-hi
stockings.
The man's eyes lit up, and he said, "I'm helping you
relax, and you certainly look like you're ready to
have some fun." She felt a little embarrassed, but
for some reason, liked that he was olging her legs and
stockings, not to mention the wonderful tickles on her
foot. "Yes, hee hee ha ha, I am," she admitted,
surprising even herself.
Her tickler, loving her admission, retrieved the
other foot from the floor, and pulled both up to his
face, nibbling on the toes, while his thumbs tickled
the arches. Even through the stockings, she could
feel the goatee hair tickling her toes. More giggles
and sighs issued from Steph's mouth, smiling and
helpless against the pleasure she felt.
The source of her pleasure got even bolder, grasping
the top of the left stocking and rolling it off, then
the other. He then started to caress her bared legs
and lifted her feet up to his face, licking around her
soles with his wet, warm tongue tip. She laughed and
moaned softly, loving the feel of the slippery tongue
sliding all around her feet, as well as the tickly
stroking of her legs.
Her private orderly began to suck her toes, one at a
time, while his fingers danced around her calves, down
to her heels, wiggling and tickling her to ecstasy.
Steph laughed heartily, wiggling around weakly in her
chair, but loving every second of her experience. She
gazed down and saw him kissing around the tops of her
feet as his hands fondled and stroked her soles.
After what seemed to be a blissfully long time, she
felt the tickling and licking subside, and looked up,
to see his face moving toward hers, kissing her
lightly on the lips. "Thanks for the help, Steph," he
whispered and then winked. He walked out as she
caught her breath, still stunned at the sudden turn of
events. She leaned back, closing her eyes...
...and opened them to see her desk as she'd left it,
stockings still on her legs. Smacking her forehead
with her hand, she realized she must've been dreaming.
"I need to either get out more often, or work later
to have more of these," she muttered. Steph wiggled
her toes, and felt something odd... wet toes... 😉
The end... for now...
What I wouldn't give to be him! 
