Nike Sneakers & My Co-Worker
(Published on Wednesday, January 22, 2003)
This story was submitted by lovelyankles@yahoo.com.

We both worked together at an amusement park about 5 summers ago. The summer before, I watched her, Tina, a stunning 19 year-old beauty with blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes with a slim figure, as she would walk to and from the break room, or by my ride. I knew who she was, and she knew of me, but that was the extent of our relationship. What I noticed most about her was the white
and blue Nike sneakers she would wear over lovely white ankle socks that were just barely visible.

And so the next summer, I would have the pleasure of looking at her gorgeous legs leading to what I was sure were beautiful tiny feet every day. After a long day’s work, and when I finally laid down in my bed to go to sleep, I would jack-off with the images of her Nike shoes and peeking white ankle socks running through my mind. I dreamed of having her alone in my bedroom after work one night.
“You must be really tired after working in the sun for 10 hours. Lay down if you would like,” I would say.

“I am sleepy. Do you mind if I do take a nap?”

“No, I understand. We can talk in a little while. Here, let me take off your shoes for you.” And I would take off each shoe, capturing any odor that would surely escape after such a long and hard work-day. “Do you want your socks on or off?”

“Would you mind peeling them off my feet please? Just throw them down at the bottom of the bed. Try not to smell them,” she would say. “I am pretty sure they don’t smell too great. After all, it was 90 degrees today.”

“Okay, your socks are here on the floor. See you in a couple hours.”

There is no chance I would leave her moist, sweat stained socks on the floor where no one could benefit from their existence. I would of course keep them balled up in my hands, turn out the lights in the room, and go into the living room where I would proceed to inhale each and every bit of her foot smell. Dangling both white ankle socks above my nose, I would playfully let them touch my face and then off again. Then I would press those nasty white socks tight against my face, and do the very best I could to appreciate all the goodness they had to offer.

But that was just what I dreamed. Could it really happen? One night after work, we were both talking in my car. “Jeff, I have a question for you. Why do you seem to always stare at the ground when you and I talk? Don’t you like looking into my eyes?” she said.

“Ah, well, it’s not that. I am embarrassed to tell you,” I remarked.

“It just seems to me that you don’t like me. And I like you so much, I would probably do anything for you,” she replied.

“Tina, I don’t want you to think I am some kind of pervert, but I have been dying to see your feet.”

“Really?” she said. “That’s kind of weird. I think feet are disgusting. What would you want to look at my feet for?”

“I don’t know why it is, but I have always had an overwhelming foot fetish. I understand if you want to leave,” I nervously offered.

“Well, okay, suppose I let you look at my feet. What then?” she asked.

At that moment I started the car and proceeded to a dark, abandoned parking lot near work where I knew we wouldn’t be interrupted. She looked sort of nervous, but at the same time, I think I may have mistaken her nervousness for curiosity or excitement. She kept glancing at me a few seconds at a time, and I caught her sneaking a peek at the growing bulge in my pants. I parked the car. I leaned over underneath her seat to reach for the reclining knob. I pushed back her seat as far as it would go and her eyes failed to leave my gaze the whole time. I grabbed her right foot decorated in that remarkable white and blue Nike shoe with the white ankle sock that appeared in my dreams at night and brought it up towards her midsection.

“I hope you don’t mind that I am doing this. You are not scared, are you?” I asked.

“I am not sure yet. I am a little nervous still. Oh and by the way, I noticed that a lump seems to have formed in your shorts. You are really getting off on this aren’t you?” Tina remarked.

At that point I pulled off her right Nike shoe without even undoing her shoelaces. I wanted to press that size 5 right up against my nose, right at that moment, but I practiced some amazing restraint. I inspected her sock closely with my heart beating as fast as it possibly could, for I have never actually seen the entirety of that wondrous sock before.

“That dirty sock needs to come off. Your tiny little foot needs to breathe.” And at that point, off it came into my grateful hand. The restraint I had once shown was now out the window as I proceeded to immediately press the damp and smelly sock to my nose. I cannot describe what was going on in my body at that time. Such an unfathomable desire, admittedly weird even, had captured my being.

“In a second, you are going to throw my dirty ass sock on the floor, and start sucking my foot until it is cleaner than clean!” Tina exclaimed. I could not believe it. She was getting into this! “But first take off my other shoe and sock!”

I hurriedly grabbed her left shoe and yanked it off of her foot exposing her other tantalizingly smelly, and tiny left sock. In an awkward motion, I used my teeth to tear off the sock, and a delightful, salty taste met my grateful buds on my tongue. Now both little white ankle socks were tossed about on the floor of my car, and her beautiful (that is the only word to describe them) feet were up in plain view on the leather passenger seat of my car.

“Now do as I told you. Start with my whole foot in your mouth. Then you can give individual attention to each toe. Take it!” she proclaimed. And I did. I took her whole left foot into my mouth, which wasn’t a great accomplishment considering the petite size of her foot, but an accomplishment it was just the same. I sucked on her foot and felt each toe hit the back of my throat. I moved her foot in and out of my mouth, and while I did that, she unzipped my shorts and pulled my throbbing red cock out. She played with my cock with her hand and as I continued sucking on that sweaty foot of hers.

“Please, Tina, I will suck on your other foot too, but please, please, grab one of your socks and put it on my dick,” I pleaded.

“Okay, okay,” she said, “You did do a pretty good job sucking on my first foot, so I will do this for you.” She picked up one of the sweat stained, and musty smelling ankle socks and placed over my cock. My cock was of average size, so the sock fit easily onto it, with an inch or two to spare. Again, it is difficult to describe the sensation I felt when she placed that dirty sock on my dick. But, let me just say, it was amazing. She jacked me off with one of the socks that she had just spent an entire summer day walking around and working in. I was in ecstasy. I could feel the cum building up in my body.

When it would come time to shoot, it would surely be the biggest load of my life. She peeled the sock off for a minute, and started to suck my dick. That felt good too, but after two minutes, I pleaded with her to use the sock still on the floor on my cock now too. She looked a little offended, but she did as I said. I could not believe the sensations I was feeling without even having her pussy anywhere near my cock. But feeling the insides of her pussy, I knew were just moments away…