Office Foot Fetish [MF]

Setting the stage:

When I was 23 I took a role as an inside sales associate for a manufacturing company. This was my first role outside of a construction background.

A few months after getting settled into the role our administrative assistant was moved to our corporate office and we hired a new lady to fulfill this role. We’ll call her Sherri.

Sherri was a firecracker, she didn’t hold a word back. She was petite (5′-1″) and cute. Better looking than most women her age (52) and certainly more attractive than the other three ladies in the office. She was divorced and without children.

About a month after Sherri started we were in the break room before the office opened. She knelt down at the refrigerator to slide her tupperware into the bottom drawer. This was the first time I had seen a good glimpse of her feet. The heel of her small shoe (size 6) popped at the stress of the bend and the arch of Sherri’s soles exposed. We made small talk as I set the coffee to brew. Wanting to see more of Sherri’s feet, I used this water-cooler opportunity to compliment her shoes. They weren’t anything special, but I hoped my ulterior motive would pay off.

About 11:00am I received a text from Sherri. “Thank you again for the compliment this morning. I’m having a rough start today” Now up to this point, Sherri and I hadn’t sent texts to one another that weren’t office related. This struck me. I followed up with something like “I’m sorry your morning isn’t going smoothly. Anytime you want a compliment just wear those sexy heels” This must have stirred something because the texting didn’t stop for the remainder of the day. We went back and forth covering basic topics but nothing overtly sexy.

The next morning was a groundhog-day of the previous. Break room chatter, brewing coffee .. you get the picture. Sherri walks in to make her morning refrigerator deposit. Before reaching the fridge, she stops, lifts the hem of her slacks and points her foot forward. “Are these sexy today?” I must’ve been 3 shades of red. They absolutely were sexy. Black patent leather with a peep toe. Seeing my reaction must’ve told Sherri all she needed to know. Before I could reply she was smiling. “Yeah, I’d say those are sexy. The only thing that would make them sexier would be nylons” That was it. My secret was out. Well, sort of.

The morning continued just as the day before. This time, my phone began to buzz with a text much earlier. “Nylons?” My cock bounced reading the notification on the screen. I’ll spare the minor details but eventually the conversation led to my confessing having a fetish for women’s nylon clad feet. The feel of the silky soft material, the aroma after being trapped inside of the sheer skin tight layer and just the look of the shiny material hugging all the delicate curvatures of a woman’s foot and leg. Sherri seemed to laugh it off and tell me how she doesn’t find them sexy but she understood how some men could see them as such.

Day three. On Wednesdays the sales staff had to be in the office an hour early for weekly updates, big contracts, pricing, etc. This means my routine of the past two days had been interrupted.

About 8:05am my phone screen lights up: “You must have already made coffee” This was an odd statement to receive. I replied to Sherri “Wednesday morning meeting. Already working on my second cup.” Sherri quickly responded “Too bad, you missed out” My mind raced. “missed out” what could that mean? I grabbed an empty manilla folder and set across the office through the break room and into the side portion of the building where Sherri’s desk was stationed. “Hey Sherri, do we have any more of these tabbed folders?” I asked. Sherri rolled her chair back turned to face me and that’s when I seen what I had missed out on. Sherri was wearing the black heels again, only this time, you guessed it, sheer black pantyhose. The seam of the sheer toed nylon barely visible from the peep toe opening. She crossed her right leg over her left, popped her heel off and began adjusting the seam. Without skipping a beat she replied, “yes, we have a box of them in the supply closet. Would you like me to show you where they are?” My jaw must’ve been on the floor. My cock nearly tenting my slacks right in front of her. I couldn’t even muster an audible response. I just nodded my head “yes”

I followed Sherri to the closet. She entered and shuffled about. She slid a large cardboard box from beneath a shelf, turned to face me and then sat down. She pointed the toe of her heels toward my face. “Go on” I was shaking. My cock now throbbing beneath my belt, trying to force its way up and out of the prison in which it was bound. I grabbed her right ankle, delicately removed the black heel from her foot and breathed deeply. Her petite foot was warm and slightly moist. The smell of the sweat and leather mixed with the silkiness of the sheer nylon was intoxicating. Sherri stared as I indulged in the pleasure. Smiling as she removed the heel from her left foot. She slid the toes of her left foot up my knee, thigh and then just beneath my balls. Hovering for a moment, perhaps to second guess herself or just to tease that much more. Despite the best efforts of my briefs, my pulsing cock began to bleed precum through to the outside of my slacks. “We better stop. You still have to walk through the entire office with this..situation” whispered Sherri. I opened my eyes to see the mess being made and reluctantly released Sherri’s foot. She tidied up the box, returned her heels to her feet and grabbed 3 or 4 folders. “Found them” as she handed them to me smiling. We exited the closet and I tried my best to hide my embarrassing blot.

A minute hadn’t passed after I made it to my desk to see a text from Sherri. “Lunch plans?” The throbbing returned. We went back and forth until deciding on a location and I stated that I would drive.

Lunch hour arrived and we met in the parking lot. I opened the passenger door for Sherri and she entered my pickup. We began on the road to the downtown district. The first minute or so was quiet. I wasn’t certain what to say. Sherri broke my awkward silence. “I see you’ve managed to compose yourself since this morning” .. not that her comment would help me to maintain composure. “This morning was hot” I stuttered. “It still is” Sherri said as she removed her heels. She turned and placed her feet in my lap. My cock launched up. “There it is” she said as she squeezed my shaft between her soles. She teased the head of my member with her toes for a bit before she unbuckled her seat belt. She leaned over the center console, unzipped my slacks and pulled my cock from my briefs. The warmth from her hand was nearly enough to set me off. She slowly teased me with the tips of her neatly manicured nails. The precum running down made for a slick lubricant. She placed her knees in her seat and bent her feet up to her ass. “Look at them” she said. The lightning strike like vein running along my shaft surged. She kissed the head of my cock leaving a pink tinge behind from her light lipstick. The kissing continued until she took all of me into her mouth. I moaned and thrusted as she sucked. Moments later I convulsed as my orgasm neared. My balls drawn tight as she worked up and down the length of me. One final loud outburst and I was cumming. Sherri held her mouth tightly around me as I finished. Slurping as she pulled herself away. I grabbed a napkin and cleaned off the remainder of my load.

We reached our lunch cafe not long after finishing. Not knowing exactly what to say, I wheezed out the most truthful thing that came to mind, “HOLY SHIT.” Sherri just smiled again and hummed a “Uhh-Huh” like response. Fanning her neck and chest. She flipped down the mirror, reapplied her lipstick and said “I’m hungry” I didn’t know what to think. Two minutes ago she was fulfilling my fantasy and now she’s talking about lunch?? “Me too” I responded.

Lunch went on as though nothing happened. The ride back to the office was not nearly as exciting as the ride to lunch. Sherri and I made small talk. She once again removed her heels and placed her warm feet on the dash. The sunlight shining through the sheer pantyhose was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Sherri obviously not done teasing me, she wriggled her toes, scrunching them and then spreading them apart. Had I not just cum 45 minutes ago, this surely would have sent me over the edge. “I still can’t believe this is all it takes to my that cock of yours stand up” Sherri said as the foot movements continued. “I guess I’m a cheap date” I replied.

The workday went as usual, only, I was so relaxed and side tracked I honestly couldn’t say what happened or whom I spoke with. It was a blissful blur.

4:47pm: “Dinner plans?” scrolled across my screen.

The rest is for another time but I’m sure you can guess until then.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i4qxx4/office_foot_fetish_mf