Coworkers smelly shoes and [F]eet.

[edited, time specific information removed]

These stories are old and happened sporadically throughout my tenure at this job. I am not a terrific story writer so bear with me…
Also, this is solo stuff, no real sex to be found. Believe me, I’m disappointed too.

Over ten years ago I worked a job where my only coworkers were female. A good number of them were very attractive. Somehow I lucked out being the only male employee for the majority of my career there.
Part of the job required us to work in hot environments inside and outside, on our feet all day. We also had uniform changes throughout the day. Now, because I was the only male employee, the changing area was coed. I promised to keep my back turned and never sneak a peek. I never did either!
Honestly, I respected their privacy above all. Now one thing I would not be able to do is stop my sense of smell…
Everyday I was around cute girls changing their sweat soaked socks, hot worn out sneakers and the holy grail, flats that were only worn without socks. Needless to say, that small room was FRAGARENT. The entire time pretending I didn’t notice my mind was exploding. Every now ang again a girl would comment about how stinky the room was and they would accuse eachother and giggle and laugh. Holy shit I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Often we would all be hanging out between shifts or on break in that changing room and their feet would be left bare to air out. There I was, shooting the shit with cute barefoot girls in a confined room filled with the sweet scent of their feet.

One girl I worked with, Erica, had the sexiest, stinkiest, sweatiest tattooed feet. Luckily we got along famously. I got along with all my coworkers but we were not all like-minded. Erica and I were two peas in a vulgar dirty pod. We used to make sick jokes and talk about anal. I had a massive crush on her and sometimes it felt reciprocated despite her boyfriend.

Every once in a while an opportunity would present itself. Opportunities that I could not pass up.
Sometimes I would have to get something out of the changing room. Supplies etc.
And sometimes I’d walk in to find Erica’s jeans crumpled on the chair. Now these jeans were a foot fetishist’s dream, the kind with the stirrup heel. Completely soaked in her sweat. I would sniff these every chance I could get.
There were also times we would be finishing up for the night and I’d notice she left her socks stuffed into her work shoes. After we left I’d sneak back into the building and huff them. If I was quick they would still be warm.

Now the finale.
There was a certain pair of shoes she had that were only ever worn without socks. They were old and had a lot of miles put on them. They were super dingey on the outside but the inside… Unholy fucker of mothers. Because they were always worn without socks the footbed inside these shoes were completly caked in foot grime.

One day I noticed a shoebox next to her purse. She had bought new shoes and I was so bummed out. We were getting ready to work and she commented on how glad she was to have new shoes. I feigned excitement for her but inside I was thinking about how long it was going to take her to break the new pair in. As we walked towards the door something happened. She hucked those old blown out shoes in the trash right next to the door. I hung back and swiped them up.
Once I got those back home I’d use them as a mask and suck the insoles. That grime on the insoles was like foot builion. Salty concentrated foot funk. Kinky astronaut food. Those shoes ruined me for other pre-worn goddess shoes or socks you can buy online. I’ve tried it twice since and they have never been able to stand up to those shoes.
If It wasn’t for an apartment fire it’s possible I’d still have them.

Sadly all this happened a long time ago and I have never been this lucky again.
Hopefully this short story was entertaining for any other foot fucks and not just me mindlessly remembering.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8p35eg/coworkers_smelly_shoes_and_feet