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The Laughter Mechanic (TLM)’s coworker, Jessica, thinks she needs to have an invasive foot surgery to save her foot from a past tendon and ligament injury that’s degenerating.
Jessica’s constantly, and I mean, constant–ly, worrying and fretting over the issue.
It’s a Friday, and both are caught up with their work, and no one’s in the office but the two of them.
Jessica’s divorced with kids, but has a boyfriend.
TLM, aka ‘John’, is married with kids, and has a wife who knows about his wonderful foot and tickle fetishes.
Surprisingly, she’s actually willing for him to explore these two fetishes of his with other women with two caveats; one, he lets her know in advance that he’s ‘exploring’, and two, that she has the opportunity to join in on the fun.
John’s wife actually finds it kind of a ‘turn on’ for her husband to be so into hers, and other women’s feet.
The jury’s still out with Jessica though as to whether she is willing to let John, or anyone for that matter, touch and explore her feet for their ticklishness.
Jessica’s tall, about 5′ 9″ with large, well taken care of barefeet.
John estimates they’re around a U.S. size 9 or 10.
Jessica alternates wearing polish on her toes each week.
Some weeks it’s au-natural, and John always takes note that Jessica’s toenails and feet are so clean, and so well taken care of for someone as busy as she is.
Other ladies in the office aren’t as into good foot care and hygiene like Jessica.
No, most of the ladies in John’s office will wear flip flops, but so many don’t take the time to even clean their toenails regularly, or keep their heel calluses buffed and smooth.
For a foot fetishist like John, this is the ultimate non-starter if you want some female foot attention.
Rule#1 – Cleanliness is next to Foot Goddess-ness 😅👣
But Jessica’s different.
She prioritizes on keeping her barefeet in tip top shape, despite all her health issues.
And this is something John finds irresistibly sexy in a woman; even if that woman isn’t altogether classically super attractive in terms of face and body shape.
At the end of the day, a woman who has nice feet, and takes care of them, can win out over the super model, at least in John’s playbook.
Jessica shows off her handiwork, or should I say ‘foot-i-work’, LOL 😅 pardon the egregious pun, by wearing sometimes the most revealing sandals (see example below):
John LOVES these every other days 😅
John and Jessica’s workstations are so close to one another that, as John fantasizes from time to time, Jessica could merely turn her chair around, prop her feet up on John’s workstation, and John could immediately be jettisoned through the ‘Pearly Ped Gates’, so to speak, and be finally given his chance, his one chance, to show off his reflexology, massage and foot tickling skills…and finally find…his FREEDOM (nod to the iconic Braveheart Speech. Sorry, just popped into my head 😅).
If only John knew Jessica was up for it.
‘Oh, Jessica, are you up for it?’, wonders John deep inside his cranial matter.
‘John, I’m so worried. What if I do this operation and the doctors screw up my foot? What if I can’t walk again?! Oh, this is SO stressful!’
‘Hey, it’s alright. You’re going to be fine. I’m really glad you’re getting that second opinion we talked about. You’re making the right call. Just try and focus on the positive right now. Don’t let your brain take over and spin you down a rabbit-hole of despair like mine does most of the time.’, John chuckles.
He continues…’It’s so easy to do. Our brains are kind of hard wired that way, right?!’
‘Yeah, you’re right. Stay positive. I’ve got to stay positive. Hey, so you asked me a few weeks ago about reflexology and whether or not I’d ever considered doing a treatment. I told you that I hadn’t, but that I’d maybe get my boyfriend to try it out on me sometime. Well, get this, he doesn’t even want to get NEAR my feet now. He thinks reflexology’s basically just this woo-woo kind of medicine. Charlatan stuff. He wants me to just bite the bullet and get the operation DONE, ASAP. And, John, I’ve got to admit there’s this part of me that just wants to do what he says. Just get it done. But then, if I’m quiet and honest with myself, there’s this other part of me that goes, well, maybe I should at least TRY reflexology for a few sessions. What do you think?’
John’s pulse immediately quickens with the question, and his whole body quivers and blood rushes to areas that he doesn’t want ‘rush hour traffic’, so to speak.
He takes a deep breath.
‘Well, it is a pretty big operation. You’re going to have alot of invasive work done if you go the route of surgery. Plus all the recovery time. I don’t know, it’s tough. Have to say, if it was me, I’d exhaust EVERY non-invasive procedure 1st before I considered a surgery like what you’re considering. You’ve already gone the physical therapy route. And I get that you don’t want to go down that road again. But you haven’t tried this other route with reflexology. If it was me, I’d at least want to give it a shot. But again, that’s just me. You have to make the right call for YOU.’
‘I know, right. That’s what I keep telling my boyfriend. And myself. But he’s just adamant that I get the operation over and done with. Trust the professionals, Jessica. But for some reason I just can’t get your reflexology inquiry out of my mind. Do you know anyone good here that can do this kind of treatment on my feet?’
John’s pulse quickens even more so than the last.
More rush hour traffic on the 1 (Monterey folks you know what I mean 😅).
Shifting in his chair ever so subtly, trying not to be obvious with what having a foot fetish does to most males like himself when an attractive woman with attractive feet starts talking about her feet casually in conversation…John wades into the deep end.
‘Well, as a matter of fact, Jessica, like I told you before, I do reflexology on my wife when she has migraines. I’ll give you her number and you can call her and talk to her about my skills in that department. Not bragging, but I feel like I’m pretty much able to keep her in good health with my layman’s knowledge of the subject. I’m definitely not a professional reflexologist by any stretch, and I’d be more than happy to share some contacts of those that are, but…if you’d be open to it, I’d be willing to give you a free session and see how you feel. You really have nothing to lose but about 30 minutes of your day having someone press sharp objects into your toes’, John chuckles again.
Jessica does too.
‘Yeah, I’ve seen these guys use like sharp chopsticks and stuff. It looks kinda painful and scary to be honest!’
‘I’m just kidding. No worries, I don’t do that kind of reflexology. I do use chopsticks, but my approach is super gentle, and I always, ALWAYS, let you know when I’m increasing the pressure in an area. You basically can just let me know immediately if you’re uncomfortable with any technique I’m using, and I back right off.’
‘Ok, whew! I thought I was going to have to undergo some Chinese foot torture to feel better!’, laughs Jessica.
Laughing back, John glances at Jessica, ‘Well, I don’t do foot torture, that is unless you count tickling as torture. Some women can’t stand to be tickled and, truth be told, some of these reflexology techniques can sometimes tickle. Again, I’m really gentle, and if I’m tickling you, and you want it to stop, I stop. I’ve tickled my wife’s feet with my techniques sometimes, but I let her know it’s coming so she can gear up for it. And usually, kind of weird I know, but she tells me that it’s the tickling that’s actually her favorite part of the session! Crazy, right?!’
‘Yeah, thanks for the heads up. My feet are pretty ticklish. One of my old boyfriends in college had a foot fetish and he’d always massage my feet after basketball practices. Oh my God, it was heaven! But after a few minutes he’d always start to slowly rake his fingers up and down my soft bare soles and over the tops of my feet. Oh my God it tickled SO bad, but I kind of liked it…felt good. Relaxing.’
By this time Highway 1 was a massive traffic jam inside John’s body. He was shifting constantly in his chair to try and avoid Jessica figuring out that he had the same fetishes her boyfriend had.
Jessica actually already knew John had a thing for women’s feet. She could follow his gaze anytime he talked to her and other women in the office. It wasn’t fairly obvious, but she didn’t know about his tickle fetish quite yet, but she was starting to have her suspicions.
‘Jessica, if you don’t mind, can we take a quick break? I need to go to the bathroom. So sorry.’
John actually wasn’t so much trying to relieve his bladder or intestines at this point, as he was just trying to avoid Jessica seeing his pants swell up from all the ‘traffic’ occurring in his nether regions.
‘Be right back! Sorry again!’
And with that John went to the restroom and put lots of tissues between his penis and his underwear. He’d had too many wet dreams where he’d been touching a woman’s foot and he orgasmed nearly instantly, and the woman in his dream could see the semen stain slowly diffusing through cotton fabric, and darkening jeans.
‘No, let’s try not to let that happen, John’, John thinks to himself.
‘Stay calm. Deep breaths. You got this. Stay. Calm.’, John talks to himself in just barely audible, human ear sound-wave detection.
‘Ok, I’m back. Sorry, you were saying?’
‘Oh, just my past boyfriend. You said reflexology might tickle, and I was just saying that I had a boyfriend who liked to tickle my feet, but I kind of liked it. It kind of relaxed me. It’s totally OK if it tickles a little. I’ll let you know if I can’t take it. I’m a big girl!’, Jessica laughs and smiles fondly at John, touching his knee with her nicely manicured left hand.
John’s incredibly relieved. He lets out a silent deep breath.
‘Whew, that was close!’, thinks John.
He continues, and musters up a red badge of courage so to speak, and says in a voice now that Jessica can hear, ‘Well, full disclosure, sounds like I’m kind of a little bit like your old boyfriend in college. I hope this won’t kill it for you, but yes, I also have a foot fetish. Sorry, Jessica.’
Will the lead balloon fly?
Or will it succumb to the laws of physics?
‘Oh, John, you’re funny. I’ve known that for a LONG time. Tell me something new, Dude!’, Jessica’s teasing John affectionately.
Lead balloons CAN fly!
‘Oh my gosh, do you remember one of our first field visits about 6 or 7 years ago out at Carmel Valley? You asked me if I wanted to go out to the field with you for some environmental training. All I had on were sandals like these Soludos…(see below)
…I don’t think you learned too much that day, John!’, Jessica laughs again teasing her outed coworker.
‘Oh my Gosh, was I that obvious?!’
‘I had no idea!’
‘Jesus, I thought I was pretty good at hiding it.’
‘Apparently not so much, huh?!’
‘Yeah, it’s OK. As a friend of mine once told me, we’re all mental nudists, John. Mental nudists.’, Jessica chuckles again.
‘Yeah, I guess she’s right. Wow, still just kind of shocked you’ve know this about me all this time, but you never were bothered by it, or even approached me about it.’
‘Yeah, well, you know, John, women are pretty clever beings. We wait for the right time to share relevant information. And right now, you admitting to having a thing for my feet is relevant, right?!’
‘Yeah, right. You’re right.’, John is visibly deflated a bit with the knowledge of his poor acting skills.
‘Hey, no worries, Dude. It’s all good. We’re good. I’m not weirded out. I trust you. I know you’re not going to try anything weird on me. I know you’re safe and a gentleman. I see how you treat your kids and your wife. It’s all good. Look, guys are guys. You guys are always checking us out. And we’re no different. We’re always checking you guys out too. A foot fetish is kind of one of those things that I think a lot of women actually kind of HOPE for in a man that’s interested in them. Not that you’re INTERESTED INTERESTED, just that my feet are pretty attractive to you and you’re going to get to touch them. Again, no big deal in my book. So relax, OK?!’
‘Whew, OK, relaxing. Thank you! Appreciate it. Needed that reassurance. Totally needed that.’
‘Ok, so we’re good?! I know you have a foot fetish, and…probably…you even have a tickle fetish, am I right?!’
‘Jesus, Jessica, you’re good! What the…???!!!’
‘John, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve dated alot of guys in my 40 plus trips around the sun, and I’d say probably 5 or 6 of my boyfriends had a thing for my feet. If I wasn’t such a busy mom, I’d invest some time into becoming a foot model. I think you guys over the years are giving me the confidence to go knock on some doors!’, Jessica laughs again.
‘Well, if you want some help there, I know this little app called Instagram, and there are literally millions upon millions of guys out there who will pay top dollar to see your foot model feet on that platform. You should check it out! All you need is an account, it’s free by the way, and a smartphone to take pictures of those gorgeous works of art you possess!’
Blushing, Jessica responds, ‘Awww, you’re so sweet, John. You ALWAYS know how to make a woman feel like a million bucks. You’ve got a talent there, Mister!’
‘Awww, shucks. Gee willakers!’, John laughs doing his best self-deprecating Beaver Cleaver impersonation.
Jessica laughs back too at the pop culture reference they both grew up with…being ‘of a certain age’, mid 40’s-ish.
‘You are too funny, Beave!’
Jessica claps her hands.
‘Alright, back to business. So…about reflexology. Yes, I’d like to take you up on your offer for one session. I think it’d be good for me. Where should we do this? I’m assuming going over to your house is a little problematic with wife and kids. Mine is too. How about my car? I could sit in the back seat and put my feet up through the center console and you could give me a reflexology session that way? What do you think?’
‘Perfect! Should we kind of park somewhere away from the office in case others drop by and see us in your car?’
‘Good point. I do have tinted windows though. We don’t have to go too far away. That parking lot across the street under the trees should suffice, don’t you think?’
‘Definitely. So…are you wanting to do this now?’
‘Yep. Let’s just do this while the iron’s hot so to speak. This foot is not getting any younger!’, Jessica laughs again.
John laughs again too.
They lock up the office, and put a sign on the door that they’ll be back in an hour.
It IS lunchtime by the way.
Part 1 – End
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