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Suits God my feet are killing me. Shall I ask myself, why on earth did I wear these shoes, or will my feet ask me themselves? No one in their right mind wears 6 inch "fuck-me" pumps and silk stockings to work as a nail tech. No one. I thought it would be a change ~ my co-workers had never seen my gams before. I'm guessing they never will again. My feet, my legs and my arse are screaming for relief from the heels and to go<b> barefoot </font></b>for awhile. Sorry guys, no such luck. Half hour for lunch and back to the grind. Turkey on rye and a cream soda. Peace, quiet, and my book of the week. That's all I will ask for. Until of course I bring my nose from the pages to look across the room. Business men. Two snickering business men. One of my least favorite life forms. And I'm not in the mood to justify my outfit or my shoe choice. Maybe if I roll my eyes twice they will go away. Nope. No such luck. OK you. Finish the sandwich and get back to work. It's late enough as it is, and you only have a few more customer's to finish. Then off to the homestead, a nice hot bath before I get to throw these damn shoes in the back of the closet. First I have to exit past my new friends, the business-worms. Chuckling and grinning. God, make them go away. Out the door, back to work. Mrs. Grey and her artificial nails. Ms Swain needs a manicure. Mrs. Taylor a polish change. Two more and then the weekend starts. Names I don't recognize. Pedicures. Yuck. I hate new this late in the evening. Looks like men too. Not that I am unfamiliar with male , but the rest of the crew has left for the evening. Figures. Maybe next time I'll look at the schedule and plan for some back-up in case weirdos show up. This "Metro-sexual" thing is wearin me out. Guys getting their nails done, eyebrows waxed and pedicures to boot. Lucky me. God my feet hurt. Must be my sore feet making the bell on the door the most annoying sound in my life right now. My prayers weren't answered ~ they have arrived. OK, you...give em their monies worth and get this over with. Pedicures anyone? As I round the hallway and put on my perma-grin, I look toward the figures waiting near the front desk. Fuck me. Suits. The same suits from the cafe. The snickering, grinning suits. Take me now God. Come on girlfriend, make the best of this. And keep the cops on speed dial. Introductions. Tour of the salon. Yes, boss I am acting professional. Even tho you're not here now and I'm stuck with the Suits. Grrr. Back to the pedicure room. Did one of you want to wait in the waiting area? No? Great. Must be a "Band of Brother's" thing. Where one goes, the other follows. Lovely. I begin filling the pedicure tank when I realize that the suits have both stood to move toward me. Oh here we go ~ can I remember the ABC's of self-defense class? Just as I was getting ready to let out my fiercest karate scream, the taller of the two bends to whisper at me. "A friend of yours has sent us. He thinks you might need a pedicure yourself." You have got to be kidding me. A friend? Could it be.....nah. "Sit.." as both of them guide me toward my own pedicure spa. "We here to help." I'm still questioning the visit as I sit back into the chair carefully. "I'm Matt and this is Terry. I think we might need to take these off first..." Matt slowly moves to remove my too-high heels. Terry has placed himself behind the chair and his hands find my shoulders, rubbing my tightened muscles like he's been doing this for years. Matt's hands travel up my legs, underneath my skirt to find the clasps that hold my thigh highs to their garter. "Can't have your pretties getting all wet, can we?" Something tells me he wasn't really looking for an answer. Matt slides the silk from my calves. Terry's hands have me relaxing quickly and I follow Matt's lead by placing my feet in the warm water. While I am adjusting to the situation, my "" have taken the opportunity to remove their jackets and ties, and have loosened a few buttons on their dress shirts. Turning their attention back to me, one carefully stroking my legs, the other making my shoulders slump with the heat from his palms, they play their parts like fine tuned actors. OK, I have got to stop this. Focus T. Focus. Good looking men, tho. GGrr...doing it again. But their hands are so very...well...good at what they are doing. The felling of hands slipping down my arms, while palms are sliding up my legs, all while the warm water is soothing my poor feet, is a bit more than my libido can handle. Would it be un-lady like to part my legs a bit? Maybe I'll just give in a little and see where this is going to go. Go it does. Clothes become a hindrance and are carefully folded before hitting the floor. The "Suits" are becoming insistent on building a fever inside of my panties. Hard to do when they are laying on the floor. Even harder to resist the roaming hands that are teasing my pussy and tantalizing my nipples. And their kisses. On my neck, my thighs, my shoulders, both moving up and down at the same time. And then I hear that sound... It's me. Moaning. Shame on me. Shame on my friend for making this happen. Shame on those "fuck-me" pumps. Guess a little pain is worth the end result. So go ahead gentlemen...see if those shoes really work....  |
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Very nice...very nice indeed... "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." ]
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Lol... Metro is gaining ground fast Mia...you'd be surprised at how many men are actually realizing that they need "maintenance" just as badly as women do. They are finally getting enough balls to go buy their own beauty products, not just steal ours! (And the line about "wearin me out"....well thats a lie. I think its rather...hehe let's just say it's about time!) 
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We will have to talk about that one...."friend"... Thanks for the great story line...seems we work well together!
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Very nice...very nice indeed...
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6/29/2008 6:09 am |
cgarten, I will pass on putting on your "F me pumps", I'd look hideous in them, and besides, making me wear your "F me pumps" would be like putting silk gloves on a pig.... ...hope your weekend is going well....still thinkin of Z hope he is doing well...A persons heart will tell you how they lived,and perhaps died But it can never tell how it loved.
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cgarten, I will pass on putting on your "F me pumps", I'd look hideous in them, and besides, making me wear your "F me pumps" would be like putting silk gloves on a pig.... ...hope your weekend is going well....still thinkin of Z hope he is doing well...you silly thing you! I'm supposed to wear the shoes..YOU'RE supposed to take them off!!! Ps....Z is doing MAGNIFICENTLY..his scar is almost healed and he is back to being a 19 yr old (which means hes making me crazy in a child-teen sort of way now!) Thank you so much for always thinking about him...it means SO very much to me!
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6/29/2008 7:17 pm |
Block... you silly thing you! I'm supposed to wear the shoes..YOU'RE supposed to take them off!!! Ps....Z is doing MAGNIFICENTLY..his scar is almost healed and he is back to being a 19 yr old (which means hes making me crazy in a child-teen sort of way now!) Thank you so much for always thinking about him...it means SO very much to me!  ...lol... I hope my comments made you chuckle... I hope my comments made Z smile too...hugs to you both and bless.....P.S. never thought I'd wish this on anyone, but I'm glad Z is driving you bonkers, glad he is rebounding well...A persons heart will tell you how they lived,and perhaps died But it can never tell how it loved.
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When did I say stop???? LOLOL You're comments always make me chuckle BH and I am so grateful that you are here. As for Z..it is so amazing to see him being a "kid" again after all he went through. The worst part of this ordeal was watching how scared and sad he was and I am so glad that is over now. Just goes to show what support and faith can do for you. I believe its something about moving mountains....
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6/30/2008 7:44 am |
Um...yeah...business men....to paraphrase Indiana Jones, "Suits...I hate these guys." Just ignore my tie please.  qout;Just Another Geek on Couples Dating
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T Another post that should have had a warning label.  I was feeling sorry for you and your sore feet until you got your well deserved happy ending.Love the pumps XX MJ
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Um...yeah...business men....to paraphrase Indiana Jones, "Suits...I hate these guys." Just ignore my tie please. qout;there is something rather...sexy about a man in a nice suit tho Even sexier with his jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned..... oh SORRY! hehe
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T Another post that should have had a warning label. I was feeling sorry for you and your sore feet until you got your well deserved happy ending.Love the pumps XX MJ
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LOLOL... All it took was great story line AND a pair of great shoes!!! Thanks FB..
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Story just isnt as powerful when it is replaced with...And I ran to them...in my socks.... LOLOL
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I was starting to feel sorry for you sweets!! And then....I guess one of my lovely foot massages are no match for what you had in mind!! I might just have to wear mine to work tomorrow if thats what kind of treatment it gets ya!! Smooches darlin!!
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I was starting to feel sorry for you sweets!! And then....I guess one of my lovely foot massages are no match for what you had in mind!! I might just have to wear mine to work tomorrow if thats what kind of treatment it gets ya!! Smooches darlin!! I NEVER turn down a good foot massage...!!!
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7/1/2008 4:43 pm |
well I am a suite T I would be happy to come give you a massage and get you juices flowing Another wonderful story from a wonderful woman!
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well I am a suite T I would be happy to come give you a massage and get you juices flowing Another wonderful story from a wonderful woman! Such sweet words...!
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