Pdxrug
11-15-2003, 11:37 AM
Business School Part 1
I had been placed in a new foster home after turning 16. They were a nice family, however, I knew that I couldn’t form attachments after being bounced around so much. At my age, it was difficult. Families with teenage daughters were out, or troubled sons. I usually ended up with a well-meaning couple older and alone.
I was enrolled in a private prep school. After public schools it was an adjustment to be around a more structured, polite learning environment. I had received a grant from my test scores by the state to attend Hawthorne.
The class load was intense and the student body was a serious group as a whole. The instructors were well-paid professionals who came out of a corporate life to teach the future stars of the business world.
This was the second semester, and we had basically three instructors for the day. It was Tracy Stanton, an attractive woman in her late thirties, who was my afternoon and last workshop each day. She was aware of my status as a state sponsored foster home student. Unlike the others who were here due to family wealth, I was here on different terms.
Since early childhood I had always been attracted to the lower half of a woman’s body; hips, legs and especially the feet. I always found my self staring and daydreaming in her class. Not realizing how I would just lock in when she dangled a shoe or how her calves flexed as she walked around.
It wasn’t unusual to be asked to stay after class, so I didn’t think about it when Ms Tracy asked me to remain a moment. After the students finished leaving I approached her desk. I was standing in front of her as she sat behind the large wooden desk only found at schools like this. She then went to motion for me and the pen fell out of her hand, to the side of her desk. I paused, she looked up, realizing I was to bend down and fetch it for her.
As I went around her desk and knelt down to pick up the pen, her legs swiveled out from under the desk, and her two stocking feet appeared. I paused and couldn’t take my eyes of her toes covered in the stockings, very straight and long. I was already down for the pen, and her feet were right there in front of me. I had to break my gaze and finally reach for the pen, as I lifted my arm to hand it up to her, I saw the look in her eyes.
I couldn’t move. There I was on my knees, her feet right in front of me as she sat in her chair. There was a silence for an eternity. Then without a word, she crossed her leg, her foot was hanging there close to my face, I admired every inch of it, her smooth skin, clean soles, and then. She picks up my paper and starts reading it.
I thought I must have been looking like a freak now. I started to move, to get up and she pushed her foot into my chest and just said, “Chuck, stay down there, all you do is stare
at them all day, let’s drop the games.” It was like a knife had just sliced through me. My heart seemed to have stopped.
I could still feel where the ball of her foot and how her toes had pushed me back. A tingle ran through my flesh from her action a moment before. Then she asked, “There is nothing wrong with your wanting my feet, have you worshipped a woman’s feet before Chuck? As she asked, she let the side of her arch and toes slide across my cheek, as I couldn’t control all the emotions running through my mind and body.
I stuttered “no”, and remained speechless. “Chuck, bring my shoes out from under the desk and put them on, I need to get going”, Tracy said. She didn’t move her legs at all so I was reaching around and through her legs to pull her leather low-heeled loafers out. Her crossed foot playing and teasing my shoulder and arm as I reached under. I slid the one on her foot crossed in front of me, as she changed legs, she brought her other foot up her sole directly in front of my face, then lowering her foot with a pointed toe for me to place the other one on. “I will see you in class tomorrow, you are doing good work, keep it up” as she stepped around me and walked out the door. I still was on the floor by her chair.
Thoughts of lust, guilt, fantasy ran through my mind the rest of the day and as I lay in bed masturbating, reliving the episode over and over feeling each touch of her foot on my body.
I had been placed in a new foster home after turning 16. They were a nice family, however, I knew that I couldn’t form attachments after being bounced around so much. At my age, it was difficult. Families with teenage daughters were out, or troubled sons. I usually ended up with a well-meaning couple older and alone.
I was enrolled in a private prep school. After public schools it was an adjustment to be around a more structured, polite learning environment. I had received a grant from my test scores by the state to attend Hawthorne.
The class load was intense and the student body was a serious group as a whole. The instructors were well-paid professionals who came out of a corporate life to teach the future stars of the business world.
This was the second semester, and we had basically three instructors for the day. It was Tracy Stanton, an attractive woman in her late thirties, who was my afternoon and last workshop each day. She was aware of my status as a state sponsored foster home student. Unlike the others who were here due to family wealth, I was here on different terms.
Since early childhood I had always been attracted to the lower half of a woman’s body; hips, legs and especially the feet. I always found my self staring and daydreaming in her class. Not realizing how I would just lock in when she dangled a shoe or how her calves flexed as she walked around.
It wasn’t unusual to be asked to stay after class, so I didn’t think about it when Ms Tracy asked me to remain a moment. After the students finished leaving I approached her desk. I was standing in front of her as she sat behind the large wooden desk only found at schools like this. She then went to motion for me and the pen fell out of her hand, to the side of her desk. I paused, she looked up, realizing I was to bend down and fetch it for her.
As I went around her desk and knelt down to pick up the pen, her legs swiveled out from under the desk, and her two stocking feet appeared. I paused and couldn’t take my eyes of her toes covered in the stockings, very straight and long. I was already down for the pen, and her feet were right there in front of me. I had to break my gaze and finally reach for the pen, as I lifted my arm to hand it up to her, I saw the look in her eyes.
I couldn’t move. There I was on my knees, her feet right in front of me as she sat in her chair. There was a silence for an eternity. Then without a word, she crossed her leg, her foot was hanging there close to my face, I admired every inch of it, her smooth skin, clean soles, and then. She picks up my paper and starts reading it.
I thought I must have been looking like a freak now. I started to move, to get up and she pushed her foot into my chest and just said, “Chuck, stay down there, all you do is stare
at them all day, let’s drop the games.” It was like a knife had just sliced through me. My heart seemed to have stopped.
I could still feel where the ball of her foot and how her toes had pushed me back. A tingle ran through my flesh from her action a moment before. Then she asked, “There is nothing wrong with your wanting my feet, have you worshipped a woman’s feet before Chuck? As she asked, she let the side of her arch and toes slide across my cheek, as I couldn’t control all the emotions running through my mind and body.
I stuttered “no”, and remained speechless. “Chuck, bring my shoes out from under the desk and put them on, I need to get going”, Tracy said. She didn’t move her legs at all so I was reaching around and through her legs to pull her leather low-heeled loafers out. Her crossed foot playing and teasing my shoulder and arm as I reached under. I slid the one on her foot crossed in front of me, as she changed legs, she brought her other foot up her sole directly in front of my face, then lowering her foot with a pointed toe for me to place the other one on. “I will see you in class tomorrow, you are doing good work, keep it up” as she stepped around me and walked out the door. I still was on the floor by her chair.
Thoughts of lust, guilt, fantasy ran through my mind the rest of the day and as I lay in bed masturbating, reliving the episode over and over feeling each touch of her foot on my body.