Maria, the Latina Goddess, Part 4
(Published on Sunday, February 16, 2003)
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The following Monday, I went to work with a smile on my face.  I couldn't wait to see Maria, even though we were keeping our thing a secret for work's sake.  When I got to work, I walked past her desk to go the bathroom.  She was wearing sexy high heels with no backing to cover her heel.  I knew she was planning on slipping out of them for me.  That is the one thing that is great about our fetish.  As hard as it can be from time to time to deal with, at least we get nudity in public places.  And most of the time, the women don't even realize which makes it so forbidden and sexy.  But this time, this woman knew.  And she was going to torture me from this day forward.  I don't know about you guys, but I can get rock hard from a sexy foot tease in public.

A little later, I ran into Maria in the hallway. She smiled and said, "Three o'clock." I had a feeling I knew what she meant. I could hardly wait. This day was gonna drag.

Finally, 3:00 o'clock rolled around and I got up to go to the bathroom again (my co-workers must think I have a tiny bladder) and walked by her desk as slowly as possible without being too suspicious. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was leaning down in her chair, both feet bare and painted red ofcourse, and rubbing lotion into her feet.  She was spreading her toes and rubbing her fingers in between them.  I nearly stumbled.  I went to the bathroom, and came back a minute later. Unfortuntaly, when I got back, another girl in the office was at Maria's desk talking with her. I figured I was probably better off.  This is hard to
take.

When the co-worker finally left, I figured I would get up one last time to make sure I wasn't missing
anything.  This time, I went over to one of my friend's desk who sits in the cubical directly across Maria.  I made small talk with him and asked what he was working on. I started to give him my two cents worth and sat down in the extra chair in his cube. I glanced up and noticed Maria. She was now on the phone, obviously a personal call by the way she was talking, and dangling her shoes from her toes. I pretended to be interested in my friend's work, but I was having a hard time carrying on a conversation. I made a few suggestions that required changes to his spreadsheet and he started working on it on the spot. I took the extra time and just flat out stared in Maria's direction. She now had both shoes off, and was rubbing her feet together while she talked on the phone. She was driving me absolutely crazy.  This went on for a few
minutes until I couldn't take it any longer, and I went back to my desk to recover.

I sat at my desk with a raging hard on, afraid to get up. After forcing myself to work, I eventually calmed
down. I just had to get through the day.  I wanted to race home and beat off. I needed to bad. I always
knew my fetish was intense, but after the taste Maria has given me, it is only getting worse.