Who am I? I am a guy with a foot fetish. You would never know if you saw me, except if you were to notice that every nice looking woman that walks past me, instead of ogling her tits, I am staring at her feet. After a 10-year effort, I just recently graduated college. I am an Alumnus to a fraternity, not an honor society, but a beer drinking, party crashing frat. I have prior service with the military and come from a family that is still together. My girlfriend is several years younger than I am and we have been dating shy of two years.

What the hell does this have to do with foot fetish? If you are like me, you don't read these stories to form a mental picture of the guy writing it, but of the chick giving the foot job. Well, guess I just felt that I had to defend myself as being normal. I work as a computer engineer for a major company in the Midwest. I have been into feet, or I should say the sight of them for about the past 5 years. At least that is as far back as I can say I was consciously aware of it. This brief intro leads me up to the present.

I am in the final stage of a project that has consumed me at work for the past 3 months. I won't bore you with the specifics of the project, but will surmise it by stating that it has involved multiple departments getting upgrades for their systems. There are many women that I get to interact with, but so many of them are much older and really not what I would consider attractive. We do have one department, the one I am currently upgrading, that has quite a few young women that are about the same age as me.

One in particular has always caught my eye. I will not give her real name here, but lets just refer to her as Sabrina. She is about 28-30, 5-7 with dirty blonde hair, and a great figure. Top this off with the fact that she has double Master's degrees and you have quite a package. The funny thing is, to this day, unlike the rest of the ladies around the office, I have never seen her wear sandals or open toe shoes, so the only way that I have any idea if her toes are cute are by the pictures in her office.

You see, she has quite a few pictures of her college years, primarily of her and her friends at their swim meets. I assure you, plenty of toes to see at those. If you are into toes like I am, you should appreciate this description. Her toes are not real petite, never a picture of them with nail polish (what a shame) and that chubby appearance, though she hasn't a pound of fat on her. Looks like they would fit in the mouth just perfectly. Believe me, I have imagined those toes in my mouth plenty of times.

Anyway, I realize I am dragging this way out. I had been working on moving her system over to their new server, and unfortunately her system crashed. Not exactly the impression you want to create to a lady you would love to have wrap her toes around your hard dick. That evening, I worked several hours later than usual trying to recover all I could. It was well past quitting time for the office, so I had the place to myself. There were plenty of times that I would walk around her office checking out the pictures, while waiting for her machine to reboot.

On one of these reboots, I was looking around for her password (Users have a tendency to leave post it notes in a desk drawer with passwords) so I could finish setting up her system. In one of her file drawers, I found 2 pairs of shoes. Now, I have never been much of a shoe sniffer, but since that was my only option at the time, I took it. I grabbed one of the high heels, and pulled it to my nose. I'll be damned if it didn't have an almost non-smell, if that makes sense, but for something lacking a smell, it sure put a bulge in my shorts.

Well, needless to say, I sniffed all four shoes, for about ten minutes, at which point head number one stopped thinking, and head number two took over. I grabbed one of her shoes, wrapped it up in some of my print outs, just in case someone walked in and locked myself in the office I have been using the past couple of weeks. I have never been more nervous in my life, but I was out of control. No sooner had I sat down, then I had my aching dick out of my fly and rubbing into the sole of her shoe. Mmmmm. So smooth and I just pictured her sexy feet rubbing there, almost like they were walking on my dick. Ouch.

Needless to say, I don't keep lube with me, so I was pretty much rubbing myself raw, but it didn't take that long anyway. All I had to think about was that the next time she wore those shoes, she would be wearing my cum too. Before I knew it, I was blowing my load all inside her shoe, right down to where her cute little toes would be the next time. God, it was almost as good as if she had been there doing it herself, asking for my cum on her toes.

After I finally regained my composer, I returned the shoe to its rightful place. If this happens to get posted, I apologize for my long drawn out story. I am sure I could have summed this up in about 50 words, but it just lacked the merit without the full picture. Thanks for hearing me out, and hope you find a lucky shoe for your load too.

P.S. I'll have to work late again tonight, and guess what will happen to her other shoe?