The first time I saw Heidi was a picture of her on her husband's desk when he came to work for our firm. She looked incredibly sexy with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I remember being entranced by how beautiful she locked and I instantly started dreaming about what her feet must look like. Her skin was smooth and flawless and she just has this really beautiful down-to-earth, wholesome, girl next-door look.
As I helped her husband acclimate during the transfer to our firm it was always extremely difficult not to stare at the picture of his wife. As my professional relationship with him develop a personal relationship soon followed. As a personal relationship developed I had a sense of tremendous guilt over my feelings for Heidi. I knew that I must be crazy because I had only seen a handful of pictures of her and here I was obsessed with wanting to see her feet. We talked as husbands do about our wives and I started to learn a lot about Heidi. Where she was from, what her hobbies were, and the type personality she was. From all of our conversations I really started to feel as if I knew her.
The day finally came in when he invited me over to his house after work to have some beers. The entire way I was hoping that Heidi was wearing something that showed off her feet and I thought about how tragic it was going to be if she had ugly feet! Walking in the front door was like walking into a world of chaos! They have children and their children's friends were over so there were a lot of kids running amok!
The first time I got to see Heidi was when I walked in the front door and she was trying to do a million different things at once. Running around after the kids. When he introduced me to her she quickly gave me a hug and said how nice it was to finally meet me and that she had heard so much about me. She apologized for all of the chaos and said that she was looking forward to talking in a few.
It was difficult to really get a good look at her inside the front door but beautiful blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a tank top with shorts and flip-flops. I could only look at her feet for less than a second but they were fucking incredible! I guessed that she wore a size 7 1/2 and her toes were perfectly graduated from the big toe to her pinky toe. Her toes were also the perfect length. Not overly long like fingers and not short and stubby. She had a really high arch and a narrow heel with a very sharply defined ankle and Achilles tendon. I knew from talking to her husband that she enjoyed working out and being athletic including running. Her legs were slender but nicely toned. Her toes were painted red but you could tell that she needed a pedicure but I could care less at that point!
Finally things settled down and all of the friends left and their kids became entranced on their tablets. I knew I had to play it cool and not stare at her feet incessantly. I stole glances here and there like when she turned her back to me and stood on her tiptoes to put some dishes away. Seeing the muscles in her calves and being able to clearly see the soles of her feet and she got high up on her toes. Heidi and I were alone in the kitchen as her husband was doing something with the kids. Every time she turned her back to me I lustfully looked at her perfect body and her beautiful feet.
We all retired in the living room and Heidi was on her second beer. She and her husband sat on the sofa and I was sitting in a conversation chair which faced the sofa. I couldn't fucking believe what happen next and all of this is 100% true. We are all sitting around talking and having a good time when I see Heidi wiggle her feet out of her flip-flops. She fucking propped her feet up on the coffee table with the soles of her feet pointing right fucking at me!! It took every fiber of my being not to spit out the mouth full of beer I had when she did that!
But now, as the guest, I'm the center of attention. Lucky me! I'm being facetious of course because they were both looking me right in the face. The soles of the feet are by far and away my favorite. The soles of Heidi's feet are literally five feet away and she sitting there with her ankles crossed and I can't look! I'm of course stealing glances when I can but I just want to stare at them and study the detail of her delicate foot bottoms. I know it's going to be too obvious to try to take out my phone and pretend like I'm answering a text so I can photograph her soles. I'm so nervous that it's going to be the one time I forget to turn off the flash or the sound the phone makes mimicking the sound of a shutter when you take a picture! I am able to see that the soles of her feet are flawless. No blisters or calluses like I would've expected from her being a runner.
So we probably sat there for 45 minutes and Heidi never moved her fucking feet off that coffee table. I went home that night and jerked off imagining what it would be like to been able to enjoy her feet. That mental image was the source of multiple jerk off sessions for at least a week.
But what was annoying me was the nagging question of how to get those feet! I obviously had to see her every chance that came up so that she got more and more comfortable with me. Over the next several months I was over at their house at least once or twice a week. Heidi and I were definitely making our own relationship. Albeit a pretty superficial relationship but I could tell that she enjoyed my company. But I wanted those feet, I needed to touch them.
The chances of me offering to give her a foot massage and having it go sideways was pretty fair game. She would most likely tell her husband which would in turn make things at work extremely awkward. So I had to figure out a way to play it safe. I went back to doing what I always love doing; giving small complements overtime and letting the woman realize on her own that I like her feet. So every time I was over I would drop one very small complement.
"Oh that's a nice polish color, did you get them done recently?"
"Those shoes look really comfortable, my wife has a pair and she loves them."
Just any number of different things to briefly bring both of our attention to her feet and then right back out.
The more I was over there the more difficult it was becoming on me and I either needed to put the possibility of touching Heidi's feet out of my mind or just go for it. I was starting to take more and more risks to get closer to her feet. For instance one time I asked to use the restroom when I knew that the master bedroom was the only one available. I quickly went into Heidi's shoe closet and smelled his many pairs of her shoes as I could. I found a pair of her ankle socks that she had worn recently and I stuffed them in my pocket and took them home.
I love smelling feet. I don't like them to be overly stinky and gross but I like them to have a very definite smell. As I drove home that day I pressed the bottom of Heidi's soft white ankle sock to my face and inhaled deeply. It smelled strong but completely natural and I nearly came in my pants. When I got home I had a chance to study them. Looking at the bottoms of the socks you could tell that she must've walked around the house for a little bit after she took her sweaty running shoes off. You could just make out her footprint from the slight amount of dirt that her damp socks picked up from the floor. I put one sock over my cock and smelled the space underneath her toes. Above the balls of her feet but below her toe pads. It smelled a strong there and I yelled her name is I came violently inside of her stinky sock.
Things couldn't go on this way so I had to make a plan. I knew that her husband was leaving for a week for some training that our firm had him do. You can pick up a lot of small information when you pay attention. From conversation I knew Heidi's schedule. I knew about what time she dropped off the kids and I knew what time she had to go pick them up. I also knew the days that she didn't have to work and I knew that she generally stayed around the house doing chores on those days she was off.
It was a warm Tuesday morning when I hatched my plan. I had carefully hidden my work iPad when I was over there to watch football that previous Sunday. I started texting her husband with a pretend sense of urgency saying that I've been looking for my iPad everywhere and asking if he would have Heidi look. Much to my surprise I got a call from a number I didn't recognize and it was Heidi! I had really played around with wanting to get her number but I didn't trust myself not to drunk text her!
"Hey I found your iPad! It's safe. Do you want me to drop it off at your house? Or I can meet you somewhere later and give it to you." Heidi said. I nearly melted hearing her voice and knowing that the first part of my plan worked.
"No that's OK I am working from home today and am actually not too far away. I'll stop by and get it from you." I stated with as much authority and confidence as I could because I wasn't going to except anything other than coming to get it.
"OK that's fine, come on over. I don't really have anything else going on and was about to make some lunch, do you have time to eat or do you just need to grab it and go?" Heidi asked softly.