Smelling Steven's Socks: Part 1
by AWR

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It was 10:30am. on a Sunday. The sun was shining an it was early spring.

There was a noise in the hallway, just outside the laundryroom door, where I was sitting, waiting for my laundry to finish it’s drying cycle. Moments later, the door opened, and in came our newest tenant, Steven, carrying a laundry basket. He was in his late 20’s and about 5’9 or so, with reddish-blond hair, light blue eyes, and the only clothes he was wearing were a pair of navy blue track pants with the buttons up the legs, and a slight bulge in the front, if you know what I mean. His chest was hairless and his feet were bare, and I have to say, very well-kept for a guy. We both acknowledged each other and then he dropped his laundry basket in front of the empty machine.

While Steven was back in his apartment, I managed to quickly go through his dirty laundry, looking for my favorite items...dirty socks. He had an odd number of socks in his basket, all black ones, which were my most favorite colors. And, they were the dress kind, which were better. I took one of the socks and stuffed it in my shorts pocket, and stayed in the laundry room, to finish reading. Within minutes, Steven was back with his laundry detergent and his dirty clothes were now going through the washing cycle.

For the next several days, I had the pleasure of this hot, sweaty sock, with the damp foot/toe area and the hot, sticky feeling heel, which I gathered was from him standing all day and probably stuck to his feet while inside his shoes. Steven worked at a restaurant and was required to be on his feet every day, for his shift, making his feet and socks, hot, smelly, and very moist. I knew, after seeing him that morning, in the laundryroom, that he had feet that I definitely would want to spend time with, especially after smelling the sock that I now had.

A few weeks later, I decided to plan on getting into Steven’s apartment, to exchange the sock I now had, as it was losing it’s aroma, after being taken out of it’s plastic ziploc bag each day. Since my aunt and uncle were the superintendents of the building, and stored the apartment keys in a cupboard, on hooks, just inside their kitchen door, I had no trouble getting Steven’s spare key, to let myself in. So, I decided to wait until I knew he was working, and then plotted my next move.

It was now mid-August and the days were pretty hot. I knew that even though Steven worked in an air-conditioned restaurant, he still had to be on his feet all day and still wore dark socks to work. I decided on a Wednesday, to make my move. Steven worked until 10pm. so I had plenty of time to sneak in, check out his dirty laundry, grab a sock or two, and get back out, before he came home. At 9pm., after the building was quieter, I went ahead with my plan. I sneaked into my aunt/uncle’s apartment, removed the key from it’s resting place, and headed to Steven’s apartment. We live in a smaller building, with only 3 floors so I went outside to check the parking lot and make sure his car wasn’t there. As I suspected, it was gone so I went back into the basement and let myself inside. I didn’t have time to waste and proceeded to his bedroom, since I figured that would be a great place to start; I was right! As I ended his bedroom, there were a number of socks on the floor, all of which were black and most of which had hard, crusty heels, from the sweat drying. I picked up one or two and the aroma was still quite nice. For someone on his feet all day, his socks didn’t smell that bad and infact, had just the right amount of aroma. I slipped two into my pocket and decided to check out his underwear, as well. He wore boxers, which made me want him even more.

I stayed in his bedroom for another minute or two an then headed back to the door to leave his apartment. I listened, inside the door, to see if I could hear anyone in the hall or going into the laundryroom; nobody. So I slowly opened the door and was about to exit when the door on the top of the stairwell opened, and in came Steven! I quickly moved back inside his apartment and locked the door but it was too late! He knew someone was inside. I ran to the back bedrooms but he had quickly unlocked his door and came inside. It was only 9pm. and he was wearing black work boots, denim jeans, and a white t-shirt, which meant that he hadn’t gone to work.

I found out later, he had taken a week’s holidays. Anyway, there I was, trapped in his room, with him standing in the hallway, blocking me from leaving, and a pair of his dirty socks in my pocket. He was very angry and demanded to know what I was doing in his apartment! I had thought of telling him a lie and that I was there because his door was left unlocked an opened but decided that if he called the police, which he could do, the socks in my pocket, when they searched me, would be an issue. We both went out to the livingroom and I asked him if I could be totally honest and he told me, “That would be a good idea”. As I started to explain what I was doing there, I removed the two socks and handed them to him. He looked at them, and then at me, and listened, as I explained what I was doing there. I then asked him if he wanted me to leave and he said “yes, I will think about whether or not to call the police”.

I went back upstairs, to the apartment above his, that I shared with my cousin, and went in to lay down for a bit. Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling all that great. I tossed and turned for the hour that I stayed in my room. I decided that it was time to get up and go and make a cup of tea. While in the kitchen, a knock came on the door and I went to see who it was, fully expecting it to be the police. I opened the door and Steven was standing outside. He told me to come down to his apartment, as he wanted to talk to me.

I put the tea on hold and followed him, noticing he was now wearing his dress shoes. Inside, he told me to sit down, he wanted to chat more about my fetish and what it would mean for him...we eventually talked about me giving him a foot massage, every Wednesday evening, after he got home from work. Several months later, I promoted to giving him massages with my tongue and on a Saturday night, when his girlfriend was away, I became his bitch for that night, enjoying socks and his cock for the very first time; but not the last time.
-more to come-