The Plumber

Thank goodness for our society finally realizing that women can do many of the same work that men can do. For some reason, I have always felt compelled to prove that to myself and others around me. That's why I wanted to learn plumbing. A typically "macho" line of work. But the contractor that hired me was easily convinced of my abilities when I demonstrated them to him. Now it was just a matter of paying my dues. Being the newly hired person, I got all of the crummy assignments.

Despite the fact that I feel the need to prove my abilities, I still have a very strong desire to feel feminine. Although I show up for work each day in my coveralls, sweat socks and work boots, the guys I work with would probably cream themselves if they knew that all I wore underneath that coverall was a bra and sheer-to-waist pantyhose. The feel of nylon against my legs and sex is so very exciting to me.

On this particular day, my boss had given me an assignment within an office building. It seemed that some of the plumbing in a sub-level are had started leaking and was damaging the flooring just above in an old file storage room. He sent me down into the area and said he would check with me in about an hour. As I looked at the trouble spot, I could see that it was simply a very small spot in one pipe that had cracked and was spraying water up and sideways against the floor joists of the level above. The rest of the pipe was still in good condition, so I simply applied a clamp to the weak spot and stopped the leak. I examined the area of the floor that was affected and noted that it had been sprayed for a long time.... the joists were rotting. I made a metal note to tell my boss about that so our carpenters could fix that as well, then began some basic cleanup of the water around the area.

As I was working, I could hear the unmistakable "click, click, click" of high heels approaching above me. That sound always brought a smile to my face, since I have something of a liking for the feet of other women, especially when the are encased in silky nylon all the way to their waist. Suddenly, I heard a tremendous crashing sound and a startled scream. As I turned around, I was surprised to see a pair of VERY shapely nyloned legs dangling through the rotted spot in the floor. Her high-heeled feet were dangling about three feet off the floor and her dress was apparently still bunched up around her waist on the floor above, because her body was wedged into the hole. What I then saw started my loins burning with lust. Like me, she was wearing sheer-to-waist pantyhose and no panties!!!

The file room above was rarely used and the poor dangling woman knew that.... she started screaming for help and I listened for any response but heard none. As my eyes hungrily dram in the beautiful sight before my eyes, I decided I would never have another chance like this. My boss would not be back for at least another 45 minutes, so I removed my shoes, socks, and coverall, now standing in front of these lovely, helpless legs in only my bra and pantyhose. The woman continued to kick her legs, trying to find something to stand on but nothing was nearby.... except me! I reached up and began caressing her legs and she shrieked in surprise demanding to know who was there.

"What are you doing!! Who's there!! Please help me up!!" she cried

I remained silent for the time, running my hands up and down her legs and around her firm tummy and bottom. Then I let my hands run all the way down to her ankles and pulled off her heels, exposing a lovely pair of feet.

"Stop it! Put my shoes back on!! What do you think you are doing?"

As I stated earlier, I have a passion for the feet of other women.... one of the things I particularly enjoy is tickling them. I began scrabbling my long nails around her soles and she instantly burst into hysterical laughter.

"AAAAAHHHAAhahaaa!!! NOOOHOHOhoohohoo!!!!"

The freedom she had to move her legs was proving to be a problem for me. I hugged her legs to my body and scrabbled the fingers of one hand on her soles again. Her squirming against me was absolutely delicious!! "HEEEHEHEHAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! PLEEHEEHEHEhehehaahase!! That TICKLES MEEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

As I looked at her dangling body, I found that if I stood on my tiptoes and raised my head just slightly while hugging her legs, my tongue could reach her mound. However I could not reach her soles with my fingers at the same time. Nonetheless, I extended my tongue and touched her sex, which was hot and more than a little damp.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh my gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhddddddddddddd!!!!!! What are you doing to me??!!"

I dropped to my feet and started tickling hers again. She screeched with renewed vigor at that sudden change of stimulus again. I alternated between tickling her feet and tonguing her clitoris as I rubbed my nearly naked body up and down against her nyloned legs. I was sure I had her in the throes of ecstasy, from the sounds she emitted when her clit was receiving the attention, but the tickling just added to her torment. I was in heaven!!

I wanted to be able to stimulate both areas at once, so I stopped and looked around for something available. While I was looking, my hapless victim was catching her breath. I finally spotted a length of rope and decided to do a little simple bondage. Taking her ankles and bending her legs back at her knees, I tied her calves to her thighs, her sensitive soles now turned upward just under her lovely, nyloned buttocks.

"Oh, please, whoever you are.... let me go!! I know you are a woman. I could feel your breasts against my legs when you were holding them. Please!! If you have any pity, help me out! I won't tell anyone what has happened."

I still remained silent. I wanted to accomplish something here and keeping her in suspense was a key. As I finished tying her legs back against themselves, I leaned down and placed my nose against her nyloned toes, inhaling their scent. My lust continued to build as I smelled her perfumed feet and toes. It's like an aphrodisiac to me. I began scrabbling my fingers around her soles and she exploded in laughter again.

"NAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! NOT MY FEEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEETTT!!!! OHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO!!!!"

I brought one of my hands down to my own throbbing clit and began moaning with pleasure as I listened to the music of her hysterical laughter. Very soon I was climaxing as her pantyhosed body wriggled and squirmed in front of me from the tickling I was giving her. As the waves of orgasm subsided, I brought my wet fingers around in front of her and began rubbing her now swollen clit through the nylon while continuing the torturous tickling of her helpless feet.

"OHHH HHEEHEEHEHAAHAHHAAHAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO GAAAHAHHAHAHAAAADDDD!!!!"

Suddenly, I stopped. her body was squirming and writhing, even though I was no longer touching her. Her thighs were trying to rub together, but the way they were tied made it nearly impossible. Her moans of ecstasy were now those of frustration; exactly what I wanted. "Oh god!! Noooooo!!! Don't stop now!! Please!!!"

This was music to my ears! I whispered very gently.... .... .

"That's right. I want you to beg me for it. I want you to beg me to tickle you to climax. Tell me. Tell me."

"Oh god, yes!!! PLEASE!! Tickle me again! Oooooooooooo!! Tickle me to climax, please!!! I've got to cum!!"

[whispering] "Where do you want me to tickle you? Tell me."

"On my feet!!! Oh god they're so ticklish I can't stand it! But I need it!! Tickle them! And tickle my clit, too! Please! I can't cum if you don't tickle my clit too.... PLEASE!!!"

[whispering] "As you wish.... .. ."

I attacked her soles with renewed vigor as she screamed in hysteria. My other fingers easily found her throbbing clit and tickled it quickly, flicking it back and forth through the nylon. Soon, I heard her moaning with the unmistakable sound of orgasm, but punctuated with the laughter forced from my tickling her. As she let out one final scream of ecstasy, I stopped the tickling and could hear her body slump forward. I stood behind her once more and leaned down toward her feet, once again enjoying their aroma and bringing my self to one more climax with their beauty and scent.

I untied her legs, and put my work clothes back on. Finding several boxes around, I stacked them right next to her dangling legs, so she could easily get her feet on them and push herself up.. .once she regained consciousness. I may lose my job for this, but it was WELL worth the time. Besides, I can always find other work that men can do and prove my worth as a woman!

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