fusssklave50
07-22-2005, 4:47 PM
Got this girl at work, I'll call her Ali, because that's her name. She's a petite brunette, can't weigh more than 105 pounds all wet. Always wearing capri pants or summer skirts, and the cutest sandals you've ever seen. Has toe rings, and just perfect perfect perfect feet. She's caught me staring at them again and again. She's asked me questions like "which toe ring do you like better" or "which sandals should I wear with this dress" and then she'll pop a pair on model them, pop another pair on. I'm sure she knows I have a raging fetish for her feet.
She's married with kids, so am I. I would never do anything to put my relationship with my wife in jeapordy. If you've seen my posts before, you know my wife just loves having me under her feet in any way possible, so that would be stupid. So, Ali and I have just played this stupid game for about two years now.
Today she swings by the office. She's got on one of her pairs of her Esprit sandals. (I know their names because she leaves them under her desk and when I work late, I clean them... :-)
Anyways, she says, I'm making a run for lunch, do you want anything? I look at the menu and I order a BLT. She asks if I want it toasted, I say yes, off she goes.
12:30 rolls around and she shows up with lunch. Sorry I'm late, she says, they forgot to toast your sandwich so I stopped at my house real quick and did it for you.
I said you didn't have to do that, she says she wanted to, smiles and says I know you'll enjoy it, and walks away.
I finish a couple of things and open the sandwich. Seriously dudes, I almost shot my load. Her footprint, all five toes clearly visible in the bread. I could see every toe, the ball of her foot. It was just a perfect little footprint. On the other side of the sandwich was her other footprint. A left footprint, and a right footprint. She stepped on the bread toasted it, remade my sandwich and gave it to me.
I ate that thing with a raging hard-on. It was probably the best damn sandwich I have ever had, bar none. I wish I had my digital camera with me I would have taken a picture, but frankly, I didn't even think of that until after it was long gone.
About 2:30 Ali comes by my office, my heart is pounding, she sticks her head in and asks me if I liked my sandwich. I nodded like some kind of moron and couldn't even form a friggin word. She gets this big smile on her face and says she made it special for me and that she'd be more than happy to do it again if I'd like her to. Again the moronic nodding.
Well, I can see you're busy, she says... Sure busy hiding my hard-on and nodding like a moron... So I'll see you Monday, and off she goes.
I'm at home now and I swear my heart has not slowed down yet. Those cute little feet stepping on my lunch on a regular basis? Okay, I can deal with that.
I figure if she had the balls to do that today, she'll sure as hell come up with a bunch of other great ideas all on her own. All I have to do is try her different recipies.
She has friends in the office and I know girls talk. I wonder if she'll let this out to anyone, and I wonder if they'd join in or just think it's weird. I guess the secret is pretty safe because I'm sure she wouldn't want to be looked upon as strange either. Not that I personally think there's anything wrong or weird about the incident, I happen to enjoy the fetish and don't make excuses for it. Why bother, lifes to short. If she does let it out it will be to a trusted source that will keep it, or join in. Perhaps I'll be seeing other footprints on my lunches?
I seriously am a lucky man. I have no idea what I did to deserve this life but I will take it. A wife who's feet I've spent more time under than most of her shoes, and now a girl at work indulging my foot fetish by playing pretty intense foot games with me.
It was a good day!
She's married with kids, so am I. I would never do anything to put my relationship with my wife in jeapordy. If you've seen my posts before, you know my wife just loves having me under her feet in any way possible, so that would be stupid. So, Ali and I have just played this stupid game for about two years now.
Today she swings by the office. She's got on one of her pairs of her Esprit sandals. (I know their names because she leaves them under her desk and when I work late, I clean them... :-)
Anyways, she says, I'm making a run for lunch, do you want anything? I look at the menu and I order a BLT. She asks if I want it toasted, I say yes, off she goes.
12:30 rolls around and she shows up with lunch. Sorry I'm late, she says, they forgot to toast your sandwich so I stopped at my house real quick and did it for you.
I said you didn't have to do that, she says she wanted to, smiles and says I know you'll enjoy it, and walks away.
I finish a couple of things and open the sandwich. Seriously dudes, I almost shot my load. Her footprint, all five toes clearly visible in the bread. I could see every toe, the ball of her foot. It was just a perfect little footprint. On the other side of the sandwich was her other footprint. A left footprint, and a right footprint. She stepped on the bread toasted it, remade my sandwich and gave it to me.
I ate that thing with a raging hard-on. It was probably the best damn sandwich I have ever had, bar none. I wish I had my digital camera with me I would have taken a picture, but frankly, I didn't even think of that until after it was long gone.
About 2:30 Ali comes by my office, my heart is pounding, she sticks her head in and asks me if I liked my sandwich. I nodded like some kind of moron and couldn't even form a friggin word. She gets this big smile on her face and says she made it special for me and that she'd be more than happy to do it again if I'd like her to. Again the moronic nodding.
Well, I can see you're busy, she says... Sure busy hiding my hard-on and nodding like a moron... So I'll see you Monday, and off she goes.
I'm at home now and I swear my heart has not slowed down yet. Those cute little feet stepping on my lunch on a regular basis? Okay, I can deal with that.
I figure if she had the balls to do that today, she'll sure as hell come up with a bunch of other great ideas all on her own. All I have to do is try her different recipies.
She has friends in the office and I know girls talk. I wonder if she'll let this out to anyone, and I wonder if they'd join in or just think it's weird. I guess the secret is pretty safe because I'm sure she wouldn't want to be looked upon as strange either. Not that I personally think there's anything wrong or weird about the incident, I happen to enjoy the fetish and don't make excuses for it. Why bother, lifes to short. If she does let it out it will be to a trusted source that will keep it, or join in. Perhaps I'll be seeing other footprints on my lunches?
I seriously am a lucky man. I have no idea what I did to deserve this life but I will take it. A wife who's feet I've spent more time under than most of her shoes, and now a girl at work indulging my foot fetish by playing pretty intense foot games with me.
It was a good day!