AlvinS1
09-02-2005, 3:39 PM
Today ended up a lot better for me than it began!
Some of you may recall one of my posts from last year, wherein I related how a cute saleswoman who used to visit my office periodically had walked on my back in response to the old "sore back" ruse. She had been nonchalant about it, but didn't seem to be all that into it, and her company transferred her to another territory soon after. I always wondered if she had requested a transfer after the backwalking incident, although that seems unlikely, given that I had seen her several times after that and she was always very friendly to me.
Anyway, my wife fell at home 2 weeks ago and bruised her right foot rather badly. Don't misunderstand, she can walk and wear shoes just fine -- but she announced right after it happened, "No backwalks until I'm completely better; I can't risk slipping off and re-injuring myself." I've been very sympathetic and supportive, but I've also been feeling very frustrated!
Today a saleswoman from a different company whom I've known almost a year was scheduled to take me to lunch to give me her latest sales pitch. I've done several big favors for her outside of the "professional arena," such as writing her a glowing referral letter so she could buy an upscale condo in an exclusive building, so I figured she'd hesitate to refuse me a "small favor" of my own!
When she arrived, I asked her into my office and gave her the old "sore back" routine. Let me digress for a moment and reveal that this woman, who is in her mid-30s, is probably around 6 feet tall. (I'm 5-foot-10 and she's an inch or two taller than me.) She is neither thin nor plump, but is well-proportioned for her height, and probably wears a size 10 or 11 shoe. She has butt-length auburn hair, and also happens to be gorgeous! Today she was wearing a skirt, with no panty hose, and black open-toed slides on her otherwise bare feet. Oh yeah -- silver toenail polish, in case anyone's interested.
Her initial response to my request, not unexpectedly, was, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." I reassured her that this was a routine thing for me, and that if I felt any pain at all I would tell her immediately. That seemed to satisfy her. As I lay down on the floor and she slipped out her of shoes, she actually apologized for not having socks on -- "You'll have to put up with my bare feet all over the back of your shirt." "No problem," says I!
With that, she stepped onto my back. "Am I too heavy?" she asked, standing in one spot. "Not at all," I replied. And she continued standing. "Uh, you have to move around," I prompted.
And she began pressing those big, beautiful tootsies into my back. "I don't see how you can breathe," she wondered. Although I was inwardly VERY excited, I made a Herculean effort to make my voice sound very calm and controlled. "I'm breathing just fine," I replied, "never better."
And then her whole attitude seemed to change -- for the better. "Should I just walk up and down on your back?" she asked, already doing it. "That's right," I encouraged her. After walking on me for about 5 minutes while facing my side, she suddenly said aloud, "Maybe it's better this way," and turned to face forward. With that she began walking up and back on me, shoulders to butt. "How's that?" she asked. "Good," I replied. "But is it better than this?" -- as she turned sideways again and continued walking. "Gee, I don't know." (Actually, they were both pretty sweet!) "Well, I'll keep switching every few minutes, and you let me know if one way feels better than the other." (Omigawd!)
I was quickly realizing that she was getting into this! I heard her giggling a few times, and her steps were coming a bit faster now than when we had started. "You're pretty good at this," I praised her. "Have you ever done this before?" "No," she answered, "but I hope to do it again!" (Footnote here -- no pun intended -- this woman does NOT have a husband or boyfriend.)
In all, she stayed on my back for about 15 minutes. I would have let her stay there as long as she wanted, but I realized that we would run out of time for lunch, so very reluctantly I said, "That's great, I think it's better now." And she stepped off. Now, this woman is usually very professional -- but at lunch her demeanor was quite different from usual. She joked and laughed -- almost giddy at times -- and insisted that I taste EVERYTHING on her plate. I half expected her to start feeding me with her own fork -- but she didn't. She DID forget to do her sales presentation, however, until 2 minutes before we had to head back to the office! "Oh, I almost forgot," she giggled, "we're launching a new campaign for the fall. Can I leave you a box of samples?" "You can count on me," I responded.
Back at my office, I thanked her for lunch, and politely said, "we should do it again sometime." To my surprise, she answered, "Let's schedule another lunch date right now!" Which we did, for a month from now. I then coyly thanked her for walking on my back. "Oh, anytime at all," she laughed, "now that I know I'm not going to hurt you. And I DO mean ANYTIME." And she locked eyes with me and smiled.
Gents (and ladies), I do believe I have initiated another trampler! Don't worry, I'm not going to cheat on my wife. It does sound, though, like I might be enjoying some "pre-lunch trample" in the near future!
Opinions?
That's all for now,
Al
Some of you may recall one of my posts from last year, wherein I related how a cute saleswoman who used to visit my office periodically had walked on my back in response to the old "sore back" ruse. She had been nonchalant about it, but didn't seem to be all that into it, and her company transferred her to another territory soon after. I always wondered if she had requested a transfer after the backwalking incident, although that seems unlikely, given that I had seen her several times after that and she was always very friendly to me.
Anyway, my wife fell at home 2 weeks ago and bruised her right foot rather badly. Don't misunderstand, she can walk and wear shoes just fine -- but she announced right after it happened, "No backwalks until I'm completely better; I can't risk slipping off and re-injuring myself." I've been very sympathetic and supportive, but I've also been feeling very frustrated!
Today a saleswoman from a different company whom I've known almost a year was scheduled to take me to lunch to give me her latest sales pitch. I've done several big favors for her outside of the "professional arena," such as writing her a glowing referral letter so she could buy an upscale condo in an exclusive building, so I figured she'd hesitate to refuse me a "small favor" of my own!
When she arrived, I asked her into my office and gave her the old "sore back" routine. Let me digress for a moment and reveal that this woman, who is in her mid-30s, is probably around 6 feet tall. (I'm 5-foot-10 and she's an inch or two taller than me.) She is neither thin nor plump, but is well-proportioned for her height, and probably wears a size 10 or 11 shoe. She has butt-length auburn hair, and also happens to be gorgeous! Today she was wearing a skirt, with no panty hose, and black open-toed slides on her otherwise bare feet. Oh yeah -- silver toenail polish, in case anyone's interested.
Her initial response to my request, not unexpectedly, was, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you." I reassured her that this was a routine thing for me, and that if I felt any pain at all I would tell her immediately. That seemed to satisfy her. As I lay down on the floor and she slipped out her of shoes, she actually apologized for not having socks on -- "You'll have to put up with my bare feet all over the back of your shirt." "No problem," says I!
With that, she stepped onto my back. "Am I too heavy?" she asked, standing in one spot. "Not at all," I replied. And she continued standing. "Uh, you have to move around," I prompted.
And she began pressing those big, beautiful tootsies into my back. "I don't see how you can breathe," she wondered. Although I was inwardly VERY excited, I made a Herculean effort to make my voice sound very calm and controlled. "I'm breathing just fine," I replied, "never better."
And then her whole attitude seemed to change -- for the better. "Should I just walk up and down on your back?" she asked, already doing it. "That's right," I encouraged her. After walking on me for about 5 minutes while facing my side, she suddenly said aloud, "Maybe it's better this way," and turned to face forward. With that she began walking up and back on me, shoulders to butt. "How's that?" she asked. "Good," I replied. "But is it better than this?" -- as she turned sideways again and continued walking. "Gee, I don't know." (Actually, they were both pretty sweet!) "Well, I'll keep switching every few minutes, and you let me know if one way feels better than the other." (Omigawd!)
I was quickly realizing that she was getting into this! I heard her giggling a few times, and her steps were coming a bit faster now than when we had started. "You're pretty good at this," I praised her. "Have you ever done this before?" "No," she answered, "but I hope to do it again!" (Footnote here -- no pun intended -- this woman does NOT have a husband or boyfriend.)
In all, she stayed on my back for about 15 minutes. I would have let her stay there as long as she wanted, but I realized that we would run out of time for lunch, so very reluctantly I said, "That's great, I think it's better now." And she stepped off. Now, this woman is usually very professional -- but at lunch her demeanor was quite different from usual. She joked and laughed -- almost giddy at times -- and insisted that I taste EVERYTHING on her plate. I half expected her to start feeding me with her own fork -- but she didn't. She DID forget to do her sales presentation, however, until 2 minutes before we had to head back to the office! "Oh, I almost forgot," she giggled, "we're launching a new campaign for the fall. Can I leave you a box of samples?" "You can count on me," I responded.
Back at my office, I thanked her for lunch, and politely said, "we should do it again sometime." To my surprise, she answered, "Let's schedule another lunch date right now!" Which we did, for a month from now. I then coyly thanked her for walking on my back. "Oh, anytime at all," she laughed, "now that I know I'm not going to hurt you. And I DO mean ANYTIME." And she locked eyes with me and smiled.
Gents (and ladies), I do believe I have initiated another trampler! Don't worry, I'm not going to cheat on my wife. It does sound, though, like I might be enjoying some "pre-lunch trample" in the near future!
Opinions?
That's all for now,
Al