I just want to preface this erotica by saying in real life I would never touch anyone's stuff and have always maintained professional behavior while at work. This is just a fantasy
I was working my nine to five doing handyman like work for a wealthy divorced woman in her forties named Diane. Diane was the definition of a milf. She was a successful business woman who obviously took good care of herself and worked out regularly. She would parade past me in her tight workout leggings that accentuated the outline of her ass. If I were to guess I would say her breasts were probably fake. They were nice though.
I have always been more of a foot guy but I do admire a woman who takes care of herself like most men. At times it was hard for me to keep focused.
One day Diane had asked me to paint her closet. It was bigger then my room at home. I spent majority of the morning moving her clothing from the closet to her bedroom. By eleven I had moved everything but a few remaining pairs of shoes. I have a foot fetish as I mentioned before. Specifically I like stinky women's feet.
Diane had stepped out to take care of business at her office. If I took a real quick inhale of the inside of her shoe it would not hurt anyone and Diane would never know. This was unprofessional behavior that could destroy my business as a handy man if I was caught.
I decided to take a risk. I picked up a pair of her shoes as if I was grabbing them to move them and I casually brought them up to my face and buried my nose inside pressed against the sole. I took a deep breath and was in heaven. The overwhelming smell of cheese popcorn flooded my nostrils and my cock got hard in my pants.
I pulled the shoes away from my face and quickly put them outside the closet with the rest of them. The smell of her shoe was still so potent I could almost still smell it. I picked up the last pair of shoes and could not resist sniffing these ones as well.
My heart fluttered and my cock hardened as I inhaled the odor of her shoe for almost a minute. I heard a door close in what I assumed was the entry downstairs and urgently removed the shoe from my face. I placed them with the others and went back to work before anyone noticed.
I finished painting the closet later that day but would have to return the next day once the paint was dry to properly put everything back together. I informed Diane I would be back the next day bright and early to finish and she cheerfully wished me a good evening.
That night at home of course I jerked off thinking about Diane's feet and their amazing smell. This woman truly was perfect. Even the smell of her feet overwhelmingly satisfied my foot fetish. I have had relationships with women who obliged my foot fantasies before but none had feet that smelled like Diane's feet.
I secretly hoped Diane would be forced to go to work the next day so I could steal a sniff of her shoes again as I put stuff back in her closet. I fantasized about smelling each and every shoe in her collection while I worked. If presented the opportunity to I would be bold and try it in real life the next day.
The next morning when I arrived, Diane spoke to me through her ring door bell and told me the door was unlocked. I walked in to find her sat in her work attire on her couch in the living room. On the T.V. looked like some kind of police show with security footage from some crime.
As my eyes caught Diane's, her face had a very stern expression. She told me to have a seat on the couch across from her. She reached for her T.V. remote and un paused the television. I looked over at the screen and realized the room on the T.V. looked familiar.
It was Diane's room. Suddenly my heart sank. Diane sped up the tape to me coming into the closet. Apparently there was a hidden camera positioned directly outside the closet facing in. Diane paused the tape as I picked up her shoe and sniffed it.
