A True Story
by Paz

I have a good friend who got the position of plant manager. I used to visit him at work from time to time. There I noticed HIM. It was hot summer, he wore tight jeans showing nice long legs, to his feet heavy shoes better suited for mountain climbing. We live in a place that it is not unusual to come to work in sandals. I knew that if he preferred that kind of footwear in mid hot summer, there is not much chance for me to ever see his feet. I looked carefully at his face, and found out that he was not very handsome, had a good body though.

Winter came and my friend offered me a job at the plant, which I accepted. I came to know him better, his name is Ron and he is one of the managers. I soon realized that he was a very nice person. Few weeks later a woman came to work as my friend's secretary. She seemed very shy we soon became friends. Her name is Anna. When we saw her first I saw how Ron was turned on. He frequently came to see Anna showing how charming he is. His courting in my presence affected me more than her. Ron has short black hair, brown eyes, and rather thick lips. When he smiles he exposes beautiful small straight teeth, and he has a potato for a nose. When he stood tall and proud, I was eager to get down to his feet and worship the ground he stood on.

Since I thought I would never see his feet, I studied his hands. He has nice white hands and very nice clean fingernails. I thought I would die if I won't humbly kiss his hand. In time my admiration grew even stronger, I wished that I could become his slave. Mean while I made him coffee every day and tried to comply with his wishes.

Few time times I heard him talk about this person or other that was so admired that his fans would kiss the small finger of his foot, or lick his toes (metaphorically speaking). Once, when Ron was in an especially playful mood he said to Anna and me that he would like to be worshiped by us. I knew that I had a chance.

Summer came Ron was still in his heavy shoes. One day I volunteered to go with him to the airport to collect a shipment. I had the chance to see him work, sweat and enjoyed being alone with him. On our way back we stopped at his house. He showed me around, and in the bedroom next to the bed I saw his sandals. Ron is married without children. They tried for two years to have a child but without success.

When I drove home from work that day, I was elated. I had to stop. I imagined us at his house again. This time he sat on his T.V chair, took off his shoes and socks, and stretched his legs. He was tired and closed his eyes. I quietly crawled on four towards his feet, looked at him. His eyes were still closed. I moved my lips closer to the small finger, knowing this was the utmost form of worship for him. I was wondering if I am worth having the honor of touching his foot with my lips. As I sat in the car I could almost feel warmth and slight smell coming from his foot. I looked at him again no muscle moved in his face. I touched the holy finger with my lips so lightly, not believing my good fortune. I looked at him again but there was no response although I new he was not sleeping, so I covered the rest of his toes with small kissed putting all my love and admiration to it. Suddenly the phone rang. He got up and answered. As he stood up talking I came from behind, got down to his feet and put my forehead on the floor. Ron raised his foot and put it on my head for a moment and put it back again. I raised my head, looked at the foot and kissed my master's feet again and again, thanking him for giving me the honor of serving him.

OH GOD PLEASE LET THAT HAPPEN. WHY NOT?

One day at the end of the week, I asked Ron whether he wanted some coffee. He said that he would prefer cappuccino with cherry on top. I did not have cappuccino but managed to foam his coffee. When I came to his office I said: "This is not cappuccino but pretty close, anything else? Kiss your hand for example? ", "No", he said, "my feet", and pointed with his hand at his feet. If we were alone I would have. I asked: "really?" "No, not really", he laughed. "If you want me to, just give me a hint and I'll do it: There was no end to my excitement. But there was more. When we returned from that weekend, I saw him. He wore his sandals for the first time. I thought I would faint. Thatís the hint I wanted. I couldn't get my eyes off his feet. They were gorgeous. I'll play it safe I thought. "You look dressed for the summer today. Is that a hint?" He was embarrassed, said faintly no and quickly changed the subject. I was so excited that day, I went every hour to the toilet to jerk off and twice more on the way home. I didn't think such excitement is possible.

I began walking him to his car and took his hand as he sat down on the driver's seat. One day I took his hand kissed it and told him I admire him. That hand felt great on my lips. First time something really happened. I so much wanted this to happen. I wished he wouldn't tell that to Anna. I kissed his hand again that summer. One day I came to Anna's office. She was sitting on the chair next the computer, Ron was standing on the other side of the desk, and in his playful mood hit the stapler on the desk few times until it broke. The pieces fell down on the floor next to his feet. I immediately went down to collect the pieces. My lips were an inch far from his feet. I savored the moment. Ron did not move. I couldnít kiss his feet because Anna was there. When I got up he was laughing hard. "What?" I asked, but he understood. I cannot believe how can you humiliate yourself that way he said to me later. It's you and who you are I answered.

Ron was planning a trip abroad. I decided to take my chance, wait, and worship him on his last day at work. Maybe he won't remember to tell anyone when he comes back. Unfortunately Anna didn't bring her car that day and waited for Ron to take her home. Again she stood in my way and not for the last time. A week later I lost my job but kept calling every day. When he came back I went to see him. I missed him. I went into his office, came behind him, put my arm across his chest hugged him being careful not to overdo it and said: "don't tell anyone I love you this much" "Why not" he said, "I am rather proud of it". Told you he is sweet.

I thought then that this how I wanted to end this story, but there is more:

A month ago, I got e-mail for Anna. "As you suspected there is something going on between me and Ron. I would like to live with him but I am worried about my daughters and how my divorce might affect them". I don't know why but I was shocked. I came down to talk to her. She said she needs to decide quickly because fertility treatment for Ron's wife was about to begin. A child in the way would mean further complication. Ron will only leave his wife for her. Until Anna decides, he stays with his wife, she is a kind woman and life beside her is comfortable. Ron had more women than he can remember, he got married because it was time to settle down. This guy is HOT and it's not my opinion only.

Few days later, Ron drove me somewhere on his way home. "What do you think?" he asked. "I want you to be happy" I answered. "Love is important and you must have love in your life with you wife or with Anna". Who knows it better than me? Ron talked about his life said he doesn't want to leave his wife but he cannot live without Anna. He really opened up and was sweeter than ever. When he stopped to drop me down I took his hand and kissed it with all my love. His hand felt larger in my hand than I remembered but his smooth fingers felt great on my lips. Ron didn't say anything, but he was surprised.

Not long after Anna sounded depressed on the phone. She wouldn't tell me why. Ron wouldn't tell me either. I phoned Anna again and said: "I know what is the matter". "You cannot possibly know". "Yes I do" I answered. "Ron's wife is pregnant!" It turned out that Ron had asked his wife to take a break from the fertility treatments until Anna decides to leave her family for him, but, she conceived naturally.

Last week I went to see Ron again. Since I was told about the affair, he became more open and friendly and my love to him grew even deeper. Deeper than I thought was possible. I couldn't help my self and touched his hair affectionately, hugged him from behind while he was sitting and this time put my cheek on top of his head. I felt him as never before. I looked at his hands they were more beautiful than ever. I tried to take his hand but he pulled it away. Tried again and he pulled it again. I was hurt felt like dirt. Later that night we met at Anna's home. Drank coffee, put my hand lovingly on his head, stroking it, and left. I talked outside on the phone, smoked a cigarette, and before I got into the car, I looked through the shudders, they were not in the living room. They went upstairs. I thought of what they are doing grabbed my dick and sympathized with them. But I felt bad, I felt him so closely that day and while I was so frustrated they were having it for the full. I was not allowed even to kiss his hand. What worth is there for my life. When I drove back home I could only think "GOD WHY?"

I called Anna the next day "I don't know how you even consider letting him go". I told her what had happened when I tried to touch his hand. "Oh why do you do things to deter him", she said in a tone of complaint. "Some of us need professional help" she added. I was hurt even more. Now, few days later, I feel depressed, can't eat, can't work and wish I'd never been born at all. This agonizing pain is killing me. What had happened? Why did Ron let me hug him but wouldn't let me touch his hand? He likes to be worshipped, doesn't he? I figured that out. Recently, Anna seemed to know about every phone call I made to Ron at his home, and every syllable I uttered to him. She demanded full honesty from Ron and wanted to know everything. Ron must have told her I had kissed his hand and she must have ordered "never again". Why? She was having him and his love, why couldn't I love him in a way that could never hurt her? It's not as if I want his dick, I just want serve him. I trusted her but she is selfish and stupid. And Ron, why did that good-for-nothing obey?

I think it's time for revenge.

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