The wind howled against the windows of the office. Each gust blew waves of powdery snow, thick enough to obscure buildings just across the street. In the street below, a few souls brave enough to endure the weather scuttled hastily in and out of the coffee shop that faced our office building. Most shops had closed. The forecast predicted that the blizzard could last up to 3 days. The sudden onset and severity of the weather had rendered my office almost entirely empty. On my floor my entire team bar myself had opted to remain working at home, either by choice or necessity. On the other side of the floor, the HR team were similarly depleted. When I walked in first thing in the morning, I had noted each empty pod, save for one. Halfway down I noticed a familiar head of auburn hair. Jane was sitting at her desk, head down, typing hastily on her laptop.
I had harboured a lust for Jane almost as long as she had worked in our office. She joined the HR team about 6 months after I started in the organisation and I found her irresistible. Most men would. She naturally has a quieter and more reserved demeanour. But although she may be softly spoken and give the impression of being shy, she has the physical presence and effortlessly superior stride of a Goddess. She stands around five feet seven inches tall with long, straight, flowing auburn hair, enveloping a face with angelic good looks. In addition to bewitching good looks, her figure is equally awe inspiring. She opts for tight dresses which perfectly complement and accentuate every inch of her finely sculpted body. Ample breasts lead to a narrow waist and magnificently proportioned ass. Her legs are superbly toned and athletic. One office night out I had drunkenly commented about Jane's desirable figure to a female colleague. "Oh yeah, she works at it. She is in the gym about 5 times a week," she responded. All these marvellous attributes lead to my favourite of her features, her dainty feet.
I had managed to keep my perversion for women's feet relatively secret whilst working in the office. In such a female dominated workplace, there were certainly plenty of distractions. I would often find myself sneaking glances when any of my female colleagues slid off or dangled their ballet flats or heels to flex their tired aching feet. I had been exposed on one front the previous winter, when my relationship with our mutual colleague Shannon took a turn (see 'Merry Cuckmas Foot Bitch'). As far as the quiet rumours went, Shannon was as good as her word, telling the other girls in the office that things simply 'didn't work out'. Whilst I continued to serve her in other ways, there was no indication my secret was out in work.
In Jane's case I had clocked her flawless feet on the first Christmas night out she attended with our team. She opted for a pair of black strappy heeled sandals that perfectly accompanied her flawless size 5 feet. Her feet are slender and dainty, with each toe perfectly proportioned. Any work night out, formal dinner or Christmas party since, my gaze inevitably wandered to her perfectly pedicured toes, most often sporting a dark blue or red pedicure. Many times, after those nights, I would find myself feverishly wanking at home at the thought of having their perfection on my face and tongue. Little did I know my chance would come soon enough.
With my entire team out except for me I practically logged in to my computer on autopilot. I responded to the usual flood of emails before setting to work on some reports. My attention had been so focused that I almost missed the movement out of the corner of my right eye. Jane was making her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. She was wearing my favourite of her dresses. It was a shade of passionate red and perfectly hugged her well proportioned figure. She paired it with black nylon stockings. Interestingly, and immediately of note to me, she was not wearing her black ballet pumps and was instead walking in just her stocking feet.
"Hey, good morning." I called
"Oh, hey," she replied with a start. "Sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Forgot there was someone else here."
"Yeah, it's pretty dead in here. Was your drive in OK?"
"Was pretty bad in parts. Some of the roads I would normally take were closed and it took forever getting in. How about you?"
"Was pretty bad until I got to the car park on the outskirts of town. From there the buses were running OK but was still pretty grim walking through the blizzard. Any of the rest of your team making their way in?"
"No, just me. Which is a pain. Means I have to cover all the HR phones. Shannon, Carol, Debra and Lauren were all booked on leave this week anyway and Gwen and Nicole had already agreed to work from home so just leaves me. How about your team?"
"Same, pretty much. Two on leave and the rest working from home, either by choice or because the weather forced them. Means I have to cover phones like you, but fortunately it was easy enough to cancel most of the meetings and stuff we had on. Going real casual since no one else is here?" I remarked, pointing at her stocking feet.
"Oh, yeah. It's really been a mad morning. I must have kicked off my shoes during a conference call and forgot to put them back on." Jane said. She glanced at her phone and looked back at me.
"Actually, I am due on another call in about 15 minutes and some of the other phones might ring too, but I need a quick bathroom break. Do you mind listening for any of the HR phones ringing and take a message?"
"Sure, no problem." I replied.
"Thanks."
Jane walked past my desk with her familiar confident and quick stride. I turned to watch her go, my eyes greedily admiring her figure until she reached the swipe pass door at the end of the floor and disappeared out of sight towards the bathroom. As I turned to my screen a sudden realisation dawned on me. Jane had clearly left her ballet flats under her desk. So many times, too innumerable to count, I had fantasized about the thought of how those small black pumps might smell or even taste. Now an opportunity had presented itself to find out. A quick sniff. What harm could it do?
Almost as a reflex I had already risen out of my chair. My heart began to beat faster. I looked back down the floor across the rows of empty desks. No sign of Jane. I logged out of my laptop and made my way quickly and purposefully around the corner towards the HR side of the floor. I began running over in my mind my excuses if I was seen. If Jane returned suddenly. I would simply say I was doing as she asked, answering a phone, or perhaps thought I heard a phone ring.
My pace quickened as I neared her desk. I passed Carol's desk, then Shannon's. My walk growing quicker as I drew nearer. Soon I found myself at Jane's desk. Her laptop was open with the screen illuminated. A notepad covered in post-it notes lay beside it. Her chair had been pushed back from the desk. I looked once again down the row towards the door leading out to the bathrooms and elevators. I heard and saw nothing. My eyes darted under the desk and there I saw my prize. Her black suede ballet pumps. They were sitting one on top of the other, clearly discarded clumsily as she played with them during her call. My heartbeat had quickened significantly, and I felt heat rising on the back of my neck. I hastily knelt beside the desk and took hold of one of the discarded pumps. I gave one final turn of my head to check the coast was clear before raising the shoe to my nose and inhaling deeply.
I drank in the heavenly, pheromonal scent of Jane's shoe, taking short and sharp breaths followed by long lingering breaths to pull every particle of scent from the sole. Months of walking between meetings, walking from her car to the office, walking to and from the gym, driving her car on hot summers days, all flowing together and channelled through the sweat of her feet into the sole of the shoe. My left hand cradling the shoe, my right hand instinctively began to move across my waist towards my belt as I felt my cock begin to grow in my trousers. My eyes were shut, my mind ablaze as I revelled in the divine scent of Jane's shoe.
"What the fuck!?"
My guard had fallen completely as I worshipped, and I had been oblivious to the sound of the door to the floor opening. Combined with her walking in only stocking clad feet I had missed Jane's return.
"Oh, hey...I was just..." I fumbled to reply, dropping the shoe and moving to try and get up.
"Were you sniffing my shoe?" Jane said, her arms folded, her divine figure towering over me.
"What? No, I heard a phone ring and then when I was round here...I heard a weird buzz coming from under the desk. I thought it might be an electrical problem..."
"Don't talk shit! You literally had my shoe held against your face. Are you some dirty foot perv or something?"
