Office Worker

A pretty office worker, dressed smart-casually, walks confidently towards me from across the yard. I can tell from her gait that she is NOT to be messed with!

She stops in front of me for a while before using me, which gives me the humbling opportunity to start studying her socks before I am required to concentrate on kiss-respecting her shoes – especially her left sock which, thanks to the arrogant and domineering positioning of her left foot, is slightly more exposed beneath her jean hems than her right sock.

And what a truly fabulous pair of feminine socks they are too – white(ish), with superb rows of narrow, cotton stitching. Narrow they may be, but I can still clearly see those curved rows of stitching over her shapely anklebones thanks to my sock-enhanced vision, caused by literally years of observing my customers’ socks, day in and day out, 365 days a year!

Not that I’m complaining! Far from it – I deem it an honour to even breathe in the same air as my customers’ socks, especially the socks of such a pretty customer-mistress as this one!

Soon, however, my worshipful sock-reverie must give way to the routine job in menial mouth – that of respect-kissing this attractive young woman’s casual shoes. I still get a nice close-up and personal view of her socks, of course – only now my menial mind must be evenly split between her socks and her shoes as I pay genuine lip servitude to this superb, female office-worker’s superior feet and footwear!

Such are the trials and tribulations of a sockieboy public footservant!

Walking towards me with feminine confidence and aplomb!

She is casually, yet smartly, dressed

An office worker, I surmise!

The arrogant and haughty positioning of her left ankle gives me a very welcome opportunity to study her socks in some detail!

What a truly superb sock! White (but not too white; not blindingly white!), with thin rows of soft, cotton stitching following the curvature of her shapely, feminine ankle!

These are socks, along with the woman who is wearing them, to be admired and respected!

By the same token, of course, she utterly despises me – a lowly, sockieboy public footslave, compelled to look her in the sock…

…before he must kiss-respect her outstretched office sneaker!

Followed swiftly by the other sneaker!

I am in sockieboy heaven – kissing a pretty stranger’s feet whilst admiring her socks!

It’s pathetic I know, but years of enslavement in this dirty alcove have conditioned me thus!

My female customer certainly knows it. She regards me with the contempt a wretched sockieboy slave such as myself fully deserves!

I am a nothing and a nobody, kissing the feet and admiring the socks of a somebody!

No wonder she can’t wait to turn her pretty back on me and walk away!

She is an indisputably superior being to me!

Haughtiness and arrogance becomes her…

…just as humility and wretchedness becomes me!

I am less than her socks…

…less even than a single stitch in her socks!

That’s why I can’t take my eyes off them…

                                                                      …off her SOCKS!

Long may her socks remain in my menial memory... Her SOCKS!... The stranger’s SOCKS!


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