Eyes Only For Him

The pretty office-mistress has no interest in me as I kiss her feet. She only has eyes for her handsome co-worker. And rightly so, for, unlike me, he is young and handsome and a man with prospects. I'm just the office feetkisser. And so I silently kiss her feet as the master-sir woos her. I focus my lips on her sandal straps as I know I am not worthy to kiss her bare toes or naked foot flesh, but I can smell her perfumed foot, mixed in with the faintest aroma of natural, feminine footsweat - probably residual sweat from her sandal-soles.

Soon she turns and walks away from me - with him - leaving me with the taste of her sweaty sandals in my menial mouth and ready for the feet of my next office better who happens my way.