Kevin sighed, checking the time on his phone. It was only 9PM, he still had an hour to go. Kevin was a student worker at the recreation center on his college campus. He generally did mundane and random tasks like checking people in at the front desk or checking out basketballs to whoever wanted them, but this week their main custodian was on vacation and the rest of the staff had to pick up extra cleaning shifts in addition to their normal once a week shifts. It was a Friday night, so it wasn't particularly busy-college students generally aren't too focused on working out late at night on the weekend-so he didn't mind it too much. He had survived the last 2 nights doing it, and he was sure he could do it one more time before he was off for a couple days.
Kevin wasn't particularly unattractive in any way, but wasn't exactly a ladies man either: 6 feet tall even, thin, but muscular everywhere he needed to be. He had never had a real girlfriend before, but had hooked up with a few girls and a couple guys as well after parties. He had a very specific type: athletes. This made his job much more fun: when not cleaning he could watch all the people working out, and while cleaning the locker rooms he could get some more compromising glimpses of them too. He generally spent the last hour of his shift cleaning the locker rooms: the center closed at 9, so he would clean the mens locker room first and by the time he was finished there the women's would be cleared out and he would do it.
Kevin walked up to the front desk to Ben and Katie, the other two workers on duty that night. "I'm about to head into the locker rooms, call me on the radio if you need anything" he said in their direction, to which Ben gave him a thumbs up and returned to flirting with Katie which was all he had done for the rest of their shift. It had been snowing for most of the night so it was especially slow except for the women's track team that had come in for a group run earlier. Putting on his headphones, he went into the men's and went to work. He managed to clean the men's locker room extra fast given that there was no one in it. Pausing the music playing on his phone and hearing no activity or movement from the rest of the building, he knocked on the door to the women's locker room. No answer. He looked at his phone again, and it was 9:20. Everyone should've been out 20 minutes ago. He started his music playing again, and headed in.
The locker rooms were fairly spacious, and really quite easy to clean. The lockers themselves were situated in 4 rows stacked 2 high. The first three rows closest to the entrance had carpeted floors with padded bench seats. The final row, closest to the shower, had a tile floor with a hard tile bench. The cleaning process was pretty simple: mop down the tile portions first, then vacuum the carpet, wipe down the sinks and refill the soap dispensers, and close all the lockers before you leave. He pulled the mop off his cart, and started on the tile. Suddenly, he stopped. One of the lockers had a bag sticking out of it, with a collection of clothing surrounding it. A sports bra, pair of leggings, and some other clothes were what he immediately saw. Immediately he felt his pants get a little tighter. He had found clothes in the locker room before, but was usually working with the full time custodian and couldn't do anything other than try to hide them under his shirt or turn them in to the lost and found. Since he was working alone, he could do anything he wanted with this treasure trove!
He started with the sports bra, a black Nike model. It was soaked with sweat, still very fresh. He licked the insides of the cups, and they tasted amazing. He threw the bra aside, and picked up the leggings, Nike Pros, his absolute favorite. He licked the material between the legs, which smelled heavenly and tasted even better. Underneath the leggings were a pair of all black Brooks Ghost sneakers with black Adidas ankle socks inside. Kevin knew exactly who they belonged to: her name was Meghan, a beautiful sophomore with shoulder length brunette hair and a perfect figure. He had a couple classes with her, and he always had admired her feet which she loved to show off in sandals during the warmer months. She was a star runner for the track team. Kevin had talked to her before, and she was friendly to him, but their interaction had gone no further. He pulled the socks out and held them up to his face, inhaling their indescribable scent. He couldn't take it anymore, her socks smelled so good. He unzipped his pants and pulled his 7 inch hard cock out and slipped one of her socks onto it, slowly jerking it. He picked up the shoes and started smelling them, almost cumming right there and then. He slipped one over the sock on his hard cock, and started jerking into it while smelling the other. Suddenly, he heard a scream cut the air over the sound of the song playing on his earphones:
"KEVIN! WHAT are you doing?
Meghan stood over him, steaming mad. "Uh. I. Uh...Meghan. Um..." Kevin couldn't remember how to put words together. "I want an explanation NOW" she said again, standing over him in nothing but a towel and her Adidas massaging slide sandals.
"Meghan, I'm so sorry. I just...I..." Kevin still couldn't get words out.
"You're a little foot perv, aren't you?" She demanded.
There was no point in lying, as his cock was still in her sock and shoe in his hand. "Y...yes I am"
