The Overnight Shift
Sleepy Foot Fetish

Published on Wednesday, February 4, 2015

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It's 9:45 pm on my first night after my days off and my supervisor calls me into his office. His name is Paul and we’ve worked together for 3 years. He tells me that the daytime supervisor position is opened up and he was offered the position. Next week I will have a new supervisor. Her name is Michelle and she’s being trained this week.

Flash forward to next week and its 9:45 pm on my first day back to work. I peek my head into the office and see my new supervisor sitting at her desk. She comes out from behind the desk extends her hand and introduces herself. She is about 5’ 5”, about 140lbs, brunette with brown eyes. Its summertime and she has a nice tan. She’s in her mid 30’s. She’s got the woman next door kind of look. Not drop dead gorgeous but not hard to look at by any means. She’s dressed business casual and has on a pair of well worn, slip on flats and she’s bare in them.

Anyone that’s ever worked overnight shifts knows that right around 3am it gets very difficult to stay awake. Circadian rhythms and sleep cycles, another discussion. Sure enough Michelle is having difficulty on her first night. The break room is adjacent to her office and I notice her yawning frequently while I have a snack. At 3am I take my lunch break. I ask her if she wants anything from the 24hr sandwich shop down the street and she declines. When I return to the break room I see her at her desk with her elbow on the desk and her head propped up by her hand. Her eyes are closed and her head is slowly nodding backward. She keeps correcting and nodding as sleep takes a hold of her. It’s like a dance, rhythmic and sensual. Then she starts nodding further back and correcting less. Her lipstick covered lips slowly begin to part showing her pretty white teeth. Her jaw muscles relax, her head is balanced and back, no more nodding. Then her mouth slowly opens. I haven’t touched my sandwich. I’m mesmerized and completely aroused her. How can something so natural be so erotic?

She woke up soon after that and went to the bathroom. I finished my lunch and went back to work. At the end of our shift we walked to our cars together and she commented about how tired she was. I told her she would get used to it and wished her a restful day. She smiled and drove off. The following days and weeks were pretty uneventful. Most days I could catch a glimpse of her yawning or sitting with her eyes closed, an occasional nod here and there. She started joining me in the break room for lunch just to talk because she didn’t eat usually. We got to know each other and found it quite easy to chat. The lunch table has four chairs and she always sits next to me instead of opposite me. She sits with her legs crossed and her foot is very close to me. If I dropped my arm down I could touch it.

So one day during lunch she plops down next to me with a sigh and tells me how exhausted she is. She tells me about fighting with her teenage daughter all day and not being able to sleep because of the stress at home. She can’t even finish a sentence without yawning. She doesn’t even attempt to cover her yawn and her open mouth is making my nature rise. She has her leg crossed and is moving it back and forth which is actually rocking her to sleep. I watch her eyes as she starts blinking quickly and I know sleep is coming. Then quick blinks turn into slow long blinks and her leg slows down. Then there are no more blinks. Her eyes are closed and her leg is still. Her foot is so close to me. Then her head slowly drops forward and her foot twitches a few times. Chin to her chest she begins to snore lightly at first then it escalates.

She’s in a good deep sleep now. Her head actually moves a little with each inhalation so beautiful. My heart is beating so hard I can hear it between her snores. I stare at her foot so close, imagining how it looks and feels and smells. Her arch is high enough that I can see a space between her bare foot and the side of her shoe. I reach down and touch the top of her shoe. She continues to snore. Then I touch the sole of her shoe and hold it firmly moving her relaxed foot and leg. She’s still snoring. So I cup the heel of her shoe and tug lightly at first. It doesn’t budge. Then I tug more forcefully and it begins to move making a scraping sound against her bare heel. She’s still snoring.

I slowly release her shoe and it is now a perfect dangle. Her bare heel is narrow, well defined with a slight rough edge to it. Her arch is high and covered in wrinkles. I can see her footprint on the insole of her shoe. Size 7. I touch my hand to my cheek to make sure my hand isn’t cold and then I reach down and cup her bare, firm heel in my hand and just hold it. It’s so warm in my hand and the texture is just perfect. I slowly move to her arch. Unlike her firm, rough heel, her arch is so soft and the wrinkles are ridges for my fingers. I firmly massage her heel and arch as her shoe dangles from her toes. She’s still snoring.

Confidently I remove her shoe revealing long toes, the second one longer than the others. She has a French pedicure and her toes have a slight slant from the contour of her shoe. I lift her shoe to my face and inhale deeply, exhale into the shoe and inhale again. Her scent is intoxicating and I’ve reached the point of no return. I put her shoe on the floor and quietly get up. I get down on all fours and kiss the top of her foot. I look up and she is still sleeping deeply.

I carefully roll onto my back a put my face right under her foot. Her sole is beautiful she has a little bit of roughness on the outside of her big toe and on the ball of her foot. Perfect! I begin gently kissing her heel and work my way to her toes. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her foot and the sound of her snoring is more than incredible. I spend a few minutes covering her sole with firm kisses before I get up again. Then I smell her shoe one more time and carefully put it back on her foot. I leave it dangling though.

After sitting there with her for awhile watching her sleep with her shoe dangling, I gently rub her arm below the shoulder and call her name. I take my time rubbing her arm and calling her until her snoring stops and she slowly lifts her head. She sits there sleepily and just stares into my eyes blinking slowly as I continue rubbing her arm. She apologizes for falling asleep and uncrosses her leg pushing her shoe on at the same time. We both get up and finish our shift.