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octavious
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Date Posted:07/20/2005 10:38 AMCopy HTML

I am so happy I found this board! I thought I was the only one with this interest! I will share one more true life pedal pump experience and I will do my best to keep it short. I spent2 years working at a lumber yard after graduation from high school, and in the front office worked a woman named Lynda. Lynda was responsable for accounts and payroll. She was 42 years old and was very petite. She had very nice legs and always wore what she used to refer to as her "work heels". They were a pair of black oxfords with a 3.5 inch heel. They were very feminine but at the same time very strong. They were not stiletto heels, but they did taper into a very feminine shape. Being new man on the totem pole I was assigned to be at work early to empty all the trash from the office and make coffee every morning. At first I bitched and moaned about this duty but soon came to love it after this day. I came into work early as instructed and began my duties. Soon after, Lynda arrived. We joked a bit and then I asked her"what the hell are you doing here so early for?" She replied that she always came in early to "warm up the big gas powered forklift for the morning deliveries". Immediately I almost fainted as she explained. "The delivery trucks have to wait too long to be unloaded if I don't have it exercised, so I start it every morning and drive it around a bit so there is no delay in unloading." It was then that I looked at her feet and saw her tennis shoes and made a comment about her laces being untied. She replied "Oh, these are not the shoes I work in, these are.. as she went to her file cabinet and produced her "work shoes". As I stated earlier, they were oxfords with a 3.5 inch heel and look sexy as hell!I asked why she wore such shoes and shereplied " There are to many nails that could go through my sneakers and I refuse to wear steel toe work boots!" Lynda also took a small towel with her to put on the wet and sometimes dirty seat. She climbed aboard and pulled out the choke. She then placed that glorious foot on the gas pedal and pumped a few times. She turned the key and it fired up as she slowly reved the engine up and down. At this point I am losing it, to see such a small woman mastering such a large piece of machinery with just the press of her high heeled foot was enough to keep me enthralled. As I stood there she smiled at me as she continued to step on the gas pedal.After about 7 minutes of watching that high heeled foot enforce it's will over that forklift, she let off and said "Ok, time for my morning spin around the yard". At that, she put it in gear and the forklift lumbered off with this petite sexy woman at the wheel and totally under the command of her foot. I could not help but follow and pretend to be working so that my real interest would not be found out! Lynda would drive that big forklift through the ruts and muddy parts of the ground on purpose(in my opinion) so that she would have a reason to gun the hell out of that pedal and watch those big tires respond to her tiny feet. After operating the forks and lifts, Lynda dismounted and was walking back to replace the keys. At that point is where I was completely exposed! When Lynda passed by me and saw the look on my face and my constant stare at her shoes.....she knew she had me hook line and sinker! My head was already spinning, but then she said"Before I put these keys away, I think I need to make extra sure this tractor is ready". Being 19 years old I was terribly embarassed but I could not resist when she instructed me to"Get her two more towels from the work area so that she would not get dirty". I followed Lynda to the forklift which by the way she had left sitting in the loading area which was fairly soft with mud. After she had climbed into the driver seat and those heels were chest level with me she said" I really wish I did not have to put these muddy shoes on the pedal, they may slip". At this point all games were off and I offered to use one of the towels to clean her shoes. She quickly turned in her seat and placed both shoes right in front of me! I cleaned both of those heels with complete abandon and the soles as well. The game was up as I said before and she asked that since no one was around and that is was cool to have a teenager admire her feet so much, what could she do special for me. I replied that I would really love it if she would drive through the muddiest part of the yard and let me ride with her on the side. Lynda admitted that she did like the feel of the rumble of the tractor under her, and off we went. We got to the middle of the yard and Lynda's high heel sprang into action, odering the forklift to obey every flex of her leg and shoe. I was in heaven. She would smile over at me and motion me to look at her shoe which would then flex and cause the tires to throw mud. At the end of all of this I of course was pretty dirty, but the only dirty part of Lynda was her heels. Once again, I thoroughly cleaned her shoe with the last remaining towel, but the left shoe was still dirty. Lynda dismounted and we went back to the dock as she sat on a chair. "This will be out secret as she giggled and wiped the sole of that muddy oxford in the crotch of my jeans! She put the keys away and I watched a listened as those heels clacked off to the office. Needless to say, I was good for NOTHING the rest of the day.Lynda really did keep our secret, so much to the point that when ever she had a chance to use her feet to turn me on, she would call me to the payroll office to do so. I have wiped mud, dead insects, and anything else she did not want on her shoe soles off once behind closed doors! One of her favorite teases was to call for me to help her clean up spills. She would on purpose spill liquid onto the carpet, and put a towel down onto it. She would then begin marching those heels through it until the towel was saturated. It was then my job to pick up the trodden and dirty towel, wring it dry and replace it at her feet so that she could repeat this until the carpet was dry!When I finally left this job, Lynda and I were very close and until she passed away, she always kept it our secret and let me worship her feet and shoes.
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Date Posted:07/20/2005 9:56 PMCopy HTML

I am sorry she is gone.

You have mastered the art of storytelling.

Send your letters of support to our troops!
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Date Posted:07/21/2005 7:31 AMCopy HTML

Thanks, Lynda was a very special person and I am happy to share just a small segment of my times with her to this community.
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Re:Forklift revs

Date Posted:08/01/2005 6:51 PMCopy HTML

Reply to : octavious

O C, the world gives us everything we desire. We had a couple of women doing shipping and receiving for a couple of years and uhhh yeah, it kinda got me right there, to bad those things are governed...hirev
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