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.
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.