Back in my younger days in the service business, I maintained the cooling and dispensing equipment for the beer in a restaurant and bar here in town. The manager wanted to convert the lever dispenser to a foot operated system so the girls could hold more mugs to be filled at one time. I moved the equipment from under the counter to the room below the bar and installed three pivot lever switches on the floor in front of the dispenser. I had one of the girls come over and try it out when I had finished. It was in the summer time and the girls wore shorts and sandals with two inch heals. I watched as she stepped on the rubber covered lever and shifted her weight forward on the toe to start the beer flowing. .. She presented me with the first beer. I told the manager I would return that night to make sure the equipment functioned properly. When I arrived I went directly to the basement room where the kegs and equipment were stored, locked the door and watched thru the hole in the baseboard as the girls would depress the pedal to dispense the beer. Man!, I sat there for an hour watching the pretty little feet come to one of the levers ad press down with their toes. I began to find myself breathing harder and harder as I could position my face within inches of these pretty little feet and watch the toes press the pedal. .. I returned the next night with a plan. By removing the pivot pin and holding the lever in my left hand, I could stick my fingers into the rubber sleeve and when the girls would step on them, I would operate the lever to dispense the beer. I found that if I was a little slow in pressing the lever that more pressure would be applied to my fingers by the pretty little feet with the opened toe sandals. I was in heaven! ..The next night I returned with a five gallon bucket that I could stand on. That night one of the girls had clear plastic sandals with some of the prettiest little toes I had ever seen. .. I would watch when she would come and depress the lever. The toes would slip off the front of the sandal, bend down and she would work it as though she was milking a cow. I had a hard that would not quit!. .. Again, all the blood that normally occupied my brain went directly to my hard and it began to make my decisions for me. I found that with the assistance of the bucket I had been sitting on I could now stand on and insert my hard into the rubber sleeve. Since I didn't want to have my privates damaged I was quick to operate the lever when pressure was applied to my hard. .. When the clear plastic sandals came up I was slow and found that she would apply more pressure and work me as though she was milking a cow. I could watch by looking down through the crack in the sealed doors as she struggled to get the machine to function. It took only 15 seconds for me to loose my load and start dispensing the beer. I became so light headed that I fell off the bucket. The manager called me at home the next morning and said the girls were complaining that the dispenser was operating very slow at times. ... Needless to say It took me almost a week to finally get it adjusted. By then I seemed to have an almost permanent hard that was many different shades of black and blue. ... Only one of many pleasurable memories of an aging serviceman. ... Mark, .. Again I remind you to keep my ID secret as I still enjoy a crush or two from time to time. ... Thanks!
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