The Birthday Gift

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Boss is given foot fetish party by the secretarial pool.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/17/2001
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Kurt was not the most handsome man on the planet. But he was a kindhearted soul who was always willing to help out his fellow human being, male or female, and always felt for the underdog. For the former reason, people liked him and enjoyed his company. For the latter reason, Kurt felt sympathy for the girls in the secretarial pool, and would always go out of his way to make things easier for them or praise their work. They really worked their buns off and received little thanks or appreciation for it. So he would personally thank them for the things they did and try to help them out whenever he could, even though it wasn't work that directly affected him... at least, at first it wasn't.

It's not surprising, then, that when Kurt's office was moved directly next to the secretarial office, they welcomed him with open arms. And when it was announced his job would now be to oversee their work, the secretaries knew they'd finally gained an ally at Global Electronics, Inc. When his new position was announced, it was met not only with warm enthusiasm from the ladies, but they immediately gave him a small party to welcome him to their under-appreciated little world. Their best friend had now become their kindly boss, and the four women could see a light at the end of a very long tunnel, knowing Kurt would make their daily lives a bit less miserable. And it really did turn out to be a mutually rewarding relationship. As expected, they all got along famously, and working together became a pleasant experience for them all.

However, despite the workplace friendships, Kurt didn't even attempt to date any of the four women in the pool. Not because of his authority over them, but because he was a shy man, slowly approaching forty years old and certainly no Don Juan. The only reason he had the few female friends he had was because of his giving personality, his quick wit and infectious sense of humor. So, it came as a great shock to him when one of his secretaries, Amanda, approached him one day saying the girls in the pool had noticed his birthday was coming up and that they'd planned a party for him. Blushing shyly, he was both flattered and touched. His shyness caused him to initially decline the party, not wanting to put anyone out on his account, but Amanda would have no part of a refusal.

"You've done so much for the four of us, Kurt, that we want to do something nice for you. Now, the party is this Saturday at my place. Be there at 8pm. No excuses, now... we expect you to be there. If you refuse, you'll hurt our feelings. " Again he began to protest, but Amanda aimed a stern finger at him and stated firmly, "You have no say in this. We will not take no for an answer. Be there... or else! I mean it. " The finger continued to shake warningly in his face until he relented. He knew any further resistance was futile. Besides, he secretly wanted to go. He accepted the travel directions she gave him with a resigned sigh... and an internal smile. Saturday it was.

Saturday turned out to be a warm but dry summer night. He drove the almost thirty minutes to Amanda's apartment with a tune on his lips at all times. He really liked these ladies and wondered what it would be like to associate with them on a more informal basis. Amanda's apartment turned out to be in a very nice section of town, and when he found her building, he parked his car as close to it as he could. With a bounce in his step, he searched for her apartment number as he almost skipped from door to door. He found it, took a deep breath, and walked up to the door with the big "3B" on it. As his knuckles rapped on the buzzerless door, he wondered what it was going to be like dealing with these lovely ladies on other than workplace terms. He put on his most affable smile... and tiny dribbles of sweat escaped from various pores throughout his body.

The door opened and Amanda stood in the doorway, holding a black piece of cloth. But the focus of attention for Kurt was her outfit. She was dressed to kill. She wore a mid-thigh loose- fitting red skirt with a black low-cut blouse - which showed her ample cleavage nicely - and the smoothest and sheerest fishnet stockings he'd ever seen. Her stockings meandered pleasantly down into a matching pair of red high heeled platform slides. Amanda was in her early twenties and a tall, statuesque woman. She always looked good, but tonight she was nothing less than fabulous! Kurt had to catch his breath for a second, before the word "hi" could escape his lips.

Amanda, smiling, ushered Kurt inside, but stopped him just inside the doorway. Closing the door behind him, she would not allow him to advance any further. She brought up the black cloth she had in her hand and notified him that it was a blindfold. Laughing nervously, Kurt asked what it was for. She told him that he had to wear it until he got to the living room, because the girls had a surprise for him. Blushing again, he tried to fuss a bit, but Amanda was adamant. It was either the blindfold or no admittance to his own party. Pushing easily past his weak protestations, she quickly tied the blindfold around his head, making sure his vision was totally masked. She then led him around a couple of corners to her living room. She ushered him to a specific, and prearranged, spot in the living room and told him that for the moment he had to sit on the floor at that spot. He laughed nervously again, but let her help him sit in the designated spot. Once seated, he realized there was something firm behind him which he could lean against, and he did so. Sitting patiently, he waited for what would come next.

After a few minutes, he asked, "Um... is anybody else here?" He heard stifled giggles and turned his head, straining to hear more. "All four of us are here, Kurt. Hang on just a minute. We're still fixing up your surprise. "

"So, who else is here?" he wanted to know. "No one," said Amanda, "it's just us and you. This party is strictly from the four of us to you. "

"Oh," Kurt replied, not knowing whether to be flattered or disappointed. After a few more minutes, Amanda announced, "All right, we're all set now. Hold still while I take your blindfold off. "

Amanda untied the blindfold and Kurt's eyes adjusted to the light. He sat with his back against a love seat, and before him was a coffee table with a large box on it, apparently his gift since it had a huge bow on it. The odd thing was that the bow was facing him, not on the top of the box! Beyond the table and the oversized box with the bow, the other three secretaries, Anya, Judy and Kay, sat side by side on a long sofa, facing him. With the box between him and them, and himself sitting on the floor, Kurt couldn't see them completely, but he could tell something was very odd. The three of them were sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering their legs! A blanket - in the middle of summer! And, unnervingly, all three of them had ear to ear grins plastered on their faces. And it was only after noticing the women's legs covered by the blanket that he also noticed that the reason the bow on the gift box was facing him, was because the box was apparently laying on its side, with the top of it aimed toward him. His "gift", about hree feet wide and maybe a foot and a half high (the depth he could only guess at, but it appeared maybe again another foot and a half deep), was seemingly positioned for him to open from the side.

Amanda gestured, and the girls all giggled together a hearty "Happy Birthday, Kurt!"

"You can open your gift now, Kurt," Amanda said, "but don't get up off the floor just yet. Slide forward and open it from the side. "

"Yeah, Kurt," added Kay,"c'mon.. open your gift. It's from all of us. "

That remark elicited another chorus of giggles from the secretaries. The fact that they were all enjoying themselves so much said to Kurt that something was surely up here. They were just beside themselves with glee. Maybe it was a gag gift, he thought. Everyone knew Kurt loved a good joke, so maybe that was it. He sighed and decided he might just as well find out what all the giggling was about.

He slid forward until he was sitting in close proximity to the box. He reached for it, somewhat apprehensively. As his hands worked at removing the lid, he glanced somewhat nervously up at the girls on the sofa, and over to Amanda, standing a few feet away. Slowly he managed to work the lid off, glancing from one pair of mischievous eyes to the next. The lid seemed to pop off almost all at once. The lid still in his hands, Kurt stared into the box at his birthday "gift"... and a half dozen emotions scurried through his brain at the same time. He froze there, surprised, mystified, flushed with excitement...

The box was empty except for something that immediately got him aroused. The bottom of the box had been mostly removed, one long, large hole at it's center. Poking through that long hole were three cheerfully wiggling pairs of feet, belonging, of course, to Kay, Judy and Anya. Kurt stared at the playful feet, his face getting more flushed by the second. The girls, including Amanda, laughed with glee at Kurt's embarrassment, but moreso at his poorly hidden excitement.

No longer needing the ruse, the three on the sofa flung off the blanket covering their legs. It had only been there to hide the fact that their legs went into the bottom of the box. They watched as Kurt fumbled for words, stammering out feeble protestations, and looked totally flustered... but was smiling all the same.

Amanda finally took pity on him and sat down next to him. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Sweetie, we've known about your foot fetish for months now. " She smiled at him and tried to make him feel at ease. " I found one of your footsie magazines in the drawer of your desk when you were moving into your office. I needed some white out, went into your drawer... and... there it was. Don't be embarrassed. We're all open-minded here, and we're all your friends. With all the nice things you've done for us over the years, we decided we wanted to really do something nice for you in return. And this is what we came up with. Our birthday gift to you is our feet. Tonight, you can have your way with our feet all night long. And, well, we've got a few ideas of our own... a few things we're gonna do to you with our feet, too. So, Happy Birthday, Kurt. Our feet are all yours. Now, to start things off, pretend that those thirty happy toes in your gift box are your birthday candles. You lean right in there, get up nice and close and blow on them. They won't blow out... but they'll certainly wiggle for you!"

"Yeah, cutie... c'mon, blow out the pretty candles. " squealed Anya. "Let's go, birthday boy... blow nice on my painted toesies. " added Kay. "Here boy... " was all Judy said, an evil grin wickedly curling the edges of her mouth.

Kurt looked at Amanda for a second, and saw support and acceptance in her eyes. He then looked at her three accomplices and saw more glee than anything else. He felt safe in their friendship. And, though still slightly embarrassed, he felt that if the cat was already out of the bag, it might as well enjoy it's freedom.

Smiling sheepishly, he looked once more at Amanda, who'd already gotten up and was now standing next to the coffee table... removing her shoes. Finishing that, she walked over to Kurt, pushed his head gently from behind toward the frisky feet, and said, "Blow, birthday boy. Let's get your party cooking. "

Grinning, excited, sweating, and in a daze, Kurt leaned forward to blow out his candles... and as his puckered lips moved in to blow, a fourth pair of feet, in fishnets, poked through the bottom of the box and joined the others wiggling happily in his face.

Kurt's heart was pounding with excitement as he leaned forward toward the now forty dancing toes. He stopped to marvel at the luscious soles and toes of the gorgeous feet before him. From left to right, Amanda's fishnet clad peds, then Anya's bare lovelies, followed by Kay's beauties in extremely sheer and seamless mocha hose, and lastly Judy's bare and beautiful gems. Kurt could only sigh to think that for the first time in his life he could actually live out some fantasies... and with not one, but four incredible pairs of feet!

It so happened that Kay's mocha hued piggies were closest to Kurt's lips as he leaned forward to "blow out his candles. " His first attempt to blow on Kay's feet resulted in his being too short of breath from the excitement to accomplish anything. So, relaxing a little, he made a second attempt. Still trembling with excitement, he gently put the fingertips of his hands on the insteps of her feet. He inhaled deeply and then released the air vigorously between his puckered lips. Even this second attempt lacked "candle extinguishing" force, but his third attempt made Kay's toes wiggle with glee.

He then moved to his left, repeating his puckering and blowing for Anya's bare toes, then left again for Amanda's fishnet toes, and then all the way to the far right for Judy's bare treasures. He was a little winded by the time he was done... but the girls were beside themselves with mirth and merriment.

"Good job, birthday boy," said a still toe-wiggling Kay, "Now all the candles are out, so it's time to eat your cake. " They all chuckled, including Kurt. "You're welcome to start right here," she added, "if you want to. " With that invitation, Kay started rubbing her nylon-covered feet together and flexing and stretching her toes. Kurt got just a bit shy again and flushed a bright pink. Kay took no notice of it, intent on getting things started. Kurt said "Um... sure... ok. "

"All right!" Kay cheered, and the other girls high fived her. "Now we're cookin' But, first, let's get rid of this box. "

"We can always save it and reuse it for Kurt's birthday next year!" Amanda quipped. Chuckling, they removed their legs and feet from the box and tossed it aside, covering it with the no longer needed blanket. While Anya and Judy watched the proceedings, Amanda got up and went to the kitchen to get drinks for everyone.

Smiling from ear to ear, Kay moved forward on the sofa as far as she could, sitting back and stretching her legs as far across the coffee table as she could stretch them, giving Kurt easily accessible targets. Her feet stretched out over the edge of the table, mere inches from Kurt's adoring eyes, both feet wiggling in anticipation. When he touched Kay's feet, their warmth and the silkiness of the stockings instantly gave Kurt a tingling in his groin. He leaned forward and gave each nylon-encased toe a gentle kiss, starting with the little toe of her right foot, kissing to the big toe of that foot, then jumping to the big toe of her left foot and continuing to that foot's tiniest piggie. The girls were staring in awe at the way he kissed Kay's toes... not like a drooling pervert... but reverently, orally adoring each toe... his lips caressing them as his eyes admired them. After he'd caressed all her toes with his lips, he leaned back and again let his eyes feast on their beauty. His hands were lightly resting on her two insteps again, so he instinctively started using his thumbs to massage her soles.

"I can massage your feet if you want," he said, and Kay's eyes widened. "I'd love a foot massage, Kurt. You go for it, hun. You rub all you like. "

Kurt smiled shyly, looked at Kay's gorgeous feet, and took one firmly in hand. And so began what turned out to be a thirty minute foot massage for Kay, the first ten or so while she wore her nylons. After that first ten minutes, Kurt couldn't help but lift one of Kay's feet up off the table and kiss it all over, holding it by the heel as his lips explored every inch of it and his other hand continued to massage. Without even knowing it, Kurt's massaging hand slid up Kay's calf, searching, his subconscious mind hoping she was wearing knee-highs he could remove. Luck was with them both. Kurt's searching hand found the end of her nylon and his fingers hooked into the elastic end. But one hand wasn't enough, so he lowered her foot to the table and started to remove her knee-high with both hands. Then he stopped, realizing he hadn't gotten her permission. He looked up at her and tried to find a way to ask if he could remove her nylons. Seeing he was having trouble finding the words, Kay said, "Go ahead. Take them off. I'd love a nice barefoot massage... and I'd like to feel those lips of yours again on my naked tootsies. "

Kurt blushed again, but nonetheless grabbed her knee-highs and first one, then the other, slid them off her calves and feet. When they'd both been removed, Kurt's eyes again feasted on Kay's feet, this time in all their naked glory. The sight of her now naked feet made Kurt's already hard member more rigid than ever. Kay wiggled and stretched her toes, watching as Kurt's eyes danced from wiggling toes to wrinkling and flexing soles. He was barely keeping himself from drooling over Kay's perfect feet... and she knew it. He even nearly passed out.

Kurt started to once again massage Kay's feet, delighting in their softness and warmth. He was starting to go on autopilot now... hardly aware of what he was doing. He had an intense desire to pamper and please Kay's feet, and his gentle but firm hands did everything they could to accomplish that very thing. As he rubbed her feet vigorously enough to soothe but not to cause discomfort, he noticed how warm her feet had gotten. He was afraid he'd made her feet uncomfortable by making them too hot during the massage, so he one at a time lifted them to his lips and again blew on them, as he'd done before. But, in moving her gorgeous feet nearer his lips, he fell victim to their allure. He never stopped rubbing them, but his lips could not resist her feet, and he again kissed them all over, his lips dodging around his caressing hands. While his fingers deftly stimulated her instep, and his thumbs soothed her sole, Kurt's lips bent to the task of worshipping every inch of her foot not occupied by fingers or thumbs. Kay sighed, barely able to keep her eyes open to watch Kurt's attentions.

The other girls looked on in amazement as Kurt kissed Kay's feet, sometimes sensually, sometimes hungrily. Moving his hands up to the ball of Kay's foot, Kurt rubbed it hard with his thumbs, then worked his thumbs into the base of her toes. It felt so good that Kay closed her eyes and sighed. While he kneaded her toes with his fingers, his mouth descended onto her toes and kissed them lovingly, then more passionately. His lip kissing soon gave way to more openmouthed adoration, Kay's toes entering between his lips slightly as he kissed them. When Kurt's mouth opened in a sigh, Kay's toes instinctively wiggled themselves between his lips, entering his warm mouth about a half inch. Kurt's lips surrounded her toes, one lip on top of them and one on the bottom. Exerting very slight pressure with his lips, he then slid his separated lips, with Kay's toes between them, all along the tips of her toes, from big toe to small... and back again... several times. The sensation Kay got was of soft lips caressing the tops and bottoms of her toes and Kurt's panting breath warming all around and even between her toes. She never realized something like this could feel so sensual. She enjoyed every soft and warm second of it... as did Kurt. When the feeling of his warm breath on her toes made her giddy, Kay wiggled her toes excitedly, which made Kurt's lips move up and down as he slowly slid them along those succulent toes. Enjoying the feel of it, Kay played with Kurt's lips as he slid them back and forth along the tips of her toes, which made those lips bounce even more humorously up and down as they glided along, and also brought forth a round of giggles from the ladies and a slight smile to the toe-brushing lips of the smitten Kurt.

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