This guy I’ve been flirting with at work, I’ve noticed several times he’s looked at my shoes. I have a real thing for shoes, I’ve lost track of how many I even own, but it’s a lot of pairs. He’s noticed as well. One night we were working late together on a project and everyone else had gone home and I saw him again glancing at my feet and shoes and I finally asked him about it. He apologized, but then confessed he’s got a real thing about women’s feet, a full on foot fetish. He asked me if I’d ever given a boyfriend a foot job before, and I said no.
He complimented me on my new shoes. He said he always notices what I’m wearing on my feet. What all the female staffers are wearing on their feet. I could notice the growing bulge in his pants as he practically salivated over looking at my new sexy red shoes. He asked me if there was any way I’d let him touch his cock to my shoes. He promised he’d clean them afterwards. I was a bit hesitant, they were suede, I was afraid they’d be ruined. He said if he ruined them he’d buy me a new pair. They had been treated for water and satins, so I said sure. He whipped out his cock so fast, his hand was a blur.
He told me exactly how to place my feet. He even arranged them a bit, then he came close to me and slipped his hardened cock between my ankles so his dick was rubbing against the back of them. He literally closed his eyes in delight as he fucked the shoes. I didn’t really do much but just sit still while he went to work. It was odd. I did like him, but after this display, I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to pursue someone with such a pronounced fetish. I’ll need to think about it. He pulled his cock out and came in a Kleenex so as not to sully the shoes. Before I knew what was happening, he removed my shoes and was inspecting them and wiping them. The stain protector had done its job just fine. No harm done. It was an odd night, to be sure.
