by Bruce M
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It wasn't a typical Tuesday at all. Work that day had been a total and complete mess. It had started in the early morning around 9:30 a.m. when the computer network had crashed. Then clients were screaming that they couldn't get on the system and the phone wouldn't stop ringing. By about 4 p.m. that afternoon, all that I could think about was leaving and never coming back. "I quit" kept running through my brain like an endless ticker tape.
After discovering the computer problem, making the necessary repairs and restoring the software and data, the day was gone and the clock was sitting at 7:45 p.m.. So I grabbed my coat and briefcase then headed out the door to catch the elevator down to my car ... and home to my freedom!
My day was finally over. Or was it? I got in the elevator on the 14th floor. The 14th floor is considered the nerd floor as it houses the computer center and accounting offices of the company. Also, it is known as the floor of no personalities. Of course nothing could be further from the truth. As the elevator started down, I started thinking about being home with my feet up and watching the movie, "Father's Day", which I had rented over the weekend, but not yet watched. I rented it because of a barefoot scene in which Billy Crystal and Robin Williams examine the feet of their boy, not knowing exactly who the father is. It is a wonderful scene according to the foot critics.
I was brought back to reality as the elevator stopped on the 12th floor and this cute young man named Alan got on. He works in our purchasing department. I have always found him attractive and now here he is on the elevator with me. We exchanged greetings and talked about the long hard day and getting home to peace and quiet. Once again the elevator was descending.
All that I wanted was to be home. I was thinking to myself, "Can't this damn thing go any faster". It was at this point that the damn thing stopped. Alan and I looked at each other, then he pushed the alarm button. Soon, the security guard called us on the elevator phone and told us that the elevator company and maintenance had been called and were on the way to get us out. He also suggested that we turn off the alarm for our own peace of mind. "Relax and take it easy, we'll have you out of there in no time", he says.
Well, on that note I took off my coat and folded it. Then, laid it on my briefcase and proceeded to sit down on the elevator floor. Alan did the same.
"I hope that this doesn't take long", I said as we both found a spot to sit. Alan was sitting along one side of the elevator and I was sitting on the other side across from him. Our legs and feet straight out in front us. We were about a foot and a half apart from each other. Slowly, after about 10 minutes on the floor, I drifted off to sleep and foot dreams. I awoke to Alan tapping me on the shoulder.
"The security guard just called to say that it is going to be 2 or 3 hours before the elevator is fixed", Alan said. He continued by saying, "So, why don't you get more comfortable and I'll move over, so that you can stretch out. I think that you would be able to relax and sleep better. I was watching you as you slept and you seem to be talking to someone. Let's take off your shoes and your pants are going to get too wrinkled, so better take them off too."
The whole time that he was talking it seemed perfectly normal to me for some reason, so I agreed. Alan reached over and pulled off my black Bass tassel weejuns laying them over near my briefcase. Next, he reached up and undid my belt and pulled down my gray suit pants folding them and laying them with my suit coat. So all that I had on was my shirt and tie, my silk boxers, and my socks. Well, I decided to remove my tie. He moved over and I stretched out there on the elevator floor to get some shut-eye.
I am not sure how long it was, but I soon fell fast asleep and began having this wonderful dream about Alan. He had slowly rolled down my socks and removed them, leaving my toes and soles bare. Then, he took my bare feet up in his lap and started massaging my soles with his fingers. Very, very slowly he made tiny circles on my soles with his thumbs from my heel to my toes. With these gentle touches my feet began to relax and the stress on the day having faded away.
Soon his caresses were causing muscles to tense and then flex. My toes curled up and pointed as my calf muscles tightened. After a break, he began lightly stroking my feet with just the edge of his finger nails. Within a few seconds I was laughing out loud. Then the noise of my own laughter jointed me back to the elevator and I realized that I wasn't dreaming. Alan was playing with my bare feet as I lay there on the floor. All I could do was to turn over on my back, put both feet between his legs, and beg him to please continue.
"Alan", I said, "this feels ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL, please don't stop."
As I lay there in heaven, he continued stroking first the right foot and then the left. I was laughing so hard that I could barely breathe. Knowing that I couldn't take much more, Alan slowed down and then stopped. The next sensation that I felt was of something wet on the base of my toes. It wiggled and lovingly ran between each of my toes giving me a feeling that words can not describe.
Then Alan lifted my right foot with his hands under my heel and slowly began licking from my heel to my toes. His tongue felt amazing against my soles. He had definitely done this before and was a master of it. My mind was totally occupied with this amazing feeling. He switched to my left foot and started repeating the slow strokes up and down, up and down, from heel to toe with his tongue. With every up stroke, my foot was wrinkling and my toes curling up. My foot was like a puppet on a string. And as the puppet-master pulled the string, his foot-puppet danced wildly. He was causing excitement to run through out my entire body (foot reflexology, you know).
Anyway, I was moaning and was in pure ecstasy as every part of my body contracted and then released and tingled. Muscle trimmers moved up and down my body, finally centering in and around my groin. With both feet up near his face, Alan continued licking and driving me to the point of no return. When Alan finally stopped some two hours later, the front of my silk boxers were wet with cum. It appears that with all the excitement, I had shot a load or two in them. I have always noticed the similarity between the feeling of someone tickling you and the feeling of cumming. For me, cumming is a tickling sensation in my groin.
I was totally wiped out and felt as if someone had drained me of all my energy. Of course, Alan had done exactly that with his unending play and caressing. As I managed to sit up the elevator suddenly started moving. So I jumped up and put on my pants and shoes. Alan just sat there smiling and then slowly stood up. As we reached the first floor, I gave him a big hug and a kiss and then invited him over for dinner. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would find another guy who loved feet the way that I did. Alan and I became friends and enjoyed many great foot experiences together. So the next time you get on an elevator going down, pray that it breaks down and that Alan is there to keep you company!
By the way, the next day at work the maintenance guy told me that he had heard me laughing. "You two guys must have had one hell of a time being struck in the elevator for three hours.", he said.
I didn't answer him, I just smiled. (Of course, if he reads this, he will know what happen.)
