Sharon loved feet: feet in sandals, feet in shoes, bare feet, and especially dirty feet. There was something about seeing the sight of dirty soles on another female that turned her on. She especially loved her own dirty feet. She enjoyed rubbing her feet on the floor to grind in the dirt, then looking at her soles to see how dirty they were. She also loved staring at the feet of her girlfriends, comparing their feet to her own, fantasizing about rubbing their soles against her own. And when she was with a man, her feet were part of sex—she never made love without using her feet in some imaginative way.
Sharon went barefoot whenever she could, which was most of the time. In spite of the fact that she seldom wore shoes, she took excellent care of her feet. Her soles tended to get a bit rough after walking barefoot throughout the day, but she cared for her feet, kind of like a hobby. She wore a size 6 shoe, her feet were narrow, and her toes were long. Her second toe was longer than her big toe, which was an aspect of feet she especially loved.
She worked in the business department of an office, and usually wore sexy, strappy sandals, which usually came off during her busy mornings. She would usually walk around the office barefoot, always hoping someone would notice. She loved offering teasing glimpses of her bare feet while in public, and the office was no exception. In fact, there was one guy who worked in the IT department who had made it obvious that he liked her feet, but had never said so. His name was Joe, and he never revealed to Sharon that he liked her feet, but it was quite obvious that he did.
Joe maintained the computer workstations as part of his job. Sometimes he stopped by the business office for computer maintenance, or to install a piece of hardware, or solve some recurring glitch. This meant that more often than not, he had to crawl under a desk to disconnect something plugged into the back of the computer.
Sharon was almost always barefoot during these occasions, and she would tease poor Joe whenever he dropped by for computer maintenance, or just to talk. She usually had her shoes lying under her desk, near the computer. On this particular day, Sharon had to call the IT department because of a network problem. Joe came into the office and saw Sharon, eyes dropping to her feet, then to the computer. "This damn computer," Sharon sighed, "it keeps locking up. Can you fix it?"
Sharon got up from her chair and stepped aside. "Yeah, let me check something real quick," said Joe, pushing the chair out of his way. Joe kneeled under the desk and studied the cables plugged into the computer. Sharon noticed that he also paid close attention to her shoes lying on the floor just inches from his face. She had black footprints prominently embedded into the soles of her shoes; she wondered if he could smell the very slight foot odor emanating from the shoes. Joe turned his attention back to the computer, fiddled with the cables, and then got back up and sat down at her desk.
Sharon stood by, cocking one foot behind the other, showing her slightly dirty sole to Joe. Joe kept making sideways glances to her dirty little foot as he typed on the keyboard, looking for the error. Soon, he had the network connection restored, and told Sharon to call if she had any more issues. "Thank you so much Joe!" said Sharon, sitting back down. "I don't know what we'd do without you."
Joe smiled. "Just doing my job. I'll be in my office."
Sharon went back to work, thinking about how great it would be if she could rub her dirty feet all over Joe, sliding his hard cock between her soles. She shook her head, trying to clear it. No, she was at work, and she had to concentrate on company business.
Lunchtime soon rolled around and since it was a nice day, she decided to have her lunch outside. She put her shoes back on and grabbed her lunch and headed for the elevator. In the lobby, she spied Joe, also going outside to take advantage of the nice weather. She decided that it was time for her to make her move, and take advantage of him. "Hold the elevator," she called as Joe stepped into the open elevator. Joe obliged and held it for her. "Thanks," she said, as they descended.
Sharon hadn't buckled her sandals, and her shoes were almost falling off. Joe looked down at her feet. "Looks like your shoe's coming off," he said.
"My hands are full, can you buckle them for me?" she asked, smiling.
Joe stared at her, eyes widening. "All right," he said, with a slight quaver in his voice. He knelt down and held her ankle and wiggled her narrow, tan foot back into her sandal and buckled it for her. He then did the same for her other foot. "You know, you take very nice care of your feet," he said, staring at her red-painted toes.
The elevator door opened on the ground floor, and they stepped out, and headed toward the courtyard. She glanced over and noticed that something was definitely happening in his pants.
