--- I wrote this story quite a few years ago now. Hopefully it still bears up ---
"Please Miss, can I suck your toes?"
Well, they weren't actually the words I used. For one thing, it had been five years since I'd been at the school where Tanya taught so there was less of the 'Miss' being bandied about.
I'd always liked her feet though, and used to fantasise about her often. She was blond, trim but it was always her feet that stood out for me. I think the fact that I didn't get to see them that often made me want to see them more (and do other things besides.) When she did show them off, she used to wear these blue and cream mules, and she'd have her toenails painted a kind of brown/red colour.
But they'd always be beautifully perfect. I think if anything it was her toes that used to get me excited more than her feet overall, but that was no bad thing. Now, some years after I had left the school I was back in the area and had to drop in to the sports centre adjacent to the school. On my way out of the sports complex I had to walk across the front of the school and there walking towards me was Tanya.
She didn't seem to have changed much at all, and I wondered if she'd know who I was. I thought I had nothing to lose.
"Tanya," I said, "remember me?"
"Why of course," she said, "It's been a while though. What are you doing these days?"
"Well, a bit of this, a bit of that" was my guarded reply.
"I'm deputy principal now -- I have my own office. Come in and have a chat if you're not too busy."
An invitation I wasn't going to refuse. She led me into the main building and into her office, tucked away in a corner; small, but obviously quiet and out of the way of the hustle and bustle.
She motioned me to sit down, and as I did so I looked at her feet for the first time. She was wearing a pair of black, closed-toe shoes. I hoped by the end of the day to have at least seen her feet for one last time.
"So, how long was it since you were here," she began.
"Five years now. Time flies."
We talked for some time about various things - work, politics amongst others. She told me how she'd been through a messy divorce and moved house recently but managed to hold down her job amongst all the chaos that was going on elsewhere. I told her how I'd never married, how I didn't think I was the sort of person for it.
She seemed surprised, as if I'd said something completely unexpected. All the time we were talking, I was keeping half an eye below the table opposite which we sat, as I began to think more and more about her feet.
As we continued to talk, I caught sight of her sliding her foot up and down inside her shoe and just for a split second, I caught a flash of that red/brown colour. It was enough to convince me that she still had feet I'd love to get close to.I decided to take the direct route this time.
I could have accidentally dropped something on purpose and ended up at her feet, or all manner of other things, but I decided the situation was right to actually approach her and ask if I could worship her feet. I took a deep breath. She could easily freak and throw me out, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
"This isn't easy for me to say," I started, "in fact I feel a bit stupid, but..."
