Volunteering has its rewards / Feet and Legs
Jane and Mike were always flirting with each other at work.
Jane has the face of an angle. One of those rare beauties
that can take your breath away. I was always so intimidated
by how beautiful she is, I've never had the nerve to speak
to her. Her body is good. But her face. Her eyes. They are
fifteens on a scale of one to ten.
Mike, on the other hand, was your typical office dork. Thinking
himself to be God's Gift to Women, he hit on everything female
in our office. It gauled me that such as asshole, who treated
women so poorly, seemed to never be without female companionship.
Me? I'm the shy guy that everyone goes to for answers to tough
problems and then forgets exists. Being a little overweight
is offset by being a nice guy, a good listener, and sensitive
caring lover. I'd never been with someone like Jane.
I was rounding a corner in a hallway when I nearly bumped
into Jane and Mike blocking the door leading to the stairs.
Jane was saying: "And if I said yes, what would you do to me
right now?"
Mike was clearly taken out of stride. Jane had probably
never called his bluff before. He just stood there. Finally
he said, "What would you like me to do."
At this point, they both clearly knew I was there, but they
continued on as if I were not. Sigh.
She extended her leg, raising her foot up a bit. She was wearing
open toed sandles with thin white leather straps. Her toe
nails were painted deep red. Her foot was exquisite.
She said, "I want to suck on my toes. Right now."
Mike blanched. "You want me to put your smelly feet in my
mouth? Are you kidding? I don't know where they've been."
"Yeah, that's what I want. I love having my toes sucked.
You going to do it or not?, " she said.
Mike's big moment had come. And he blew it. "You're gross, "
he said.
I could not contain myself. I'd be on the floor in a microsecond
to suck on her toes. "I'd do it!, " I exclaimed.
They both looked at me with surprise. Mike dismissed me
with a wave of his hand, and walked away down the stairwell.
Jane started moving down the hall, passed me. I just stood
there, alone. Before she rounded the next bend in the hall,
she stopped. Turned. And asked me, "Would you really?"
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I've never written anything before ... should I continue?
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