This story is 100% true, but names have been changed to protect the innocent.
The Overnight Crew has a new addition, and for the first time in what seems forever, it's a guy. His name is Corey, and he is gorgeous.
Corey first came onto the overnight scene on a Tuesday, which is his Monday for the work week, and my Wednesday. The first thing I noticed about the guy was his eyes. They're a beautiful deep brown, with lovely eyelashes that caused my heart to skip a beat. Corey is about the same height as me, 5' 6'', and seems to be around my age, 26 or 27. Maybe younger. He took a seat behind me and to the right, at enough of a distance so that I could steal glances at him throughout the night and not get caught. As I watched him, my eyes did the inevitable, and traveled down his legs, and to his feet. He was wearing tennis shoes, and they had obviously seen better days. His dress pants were long enough while he was standing, but the minute he had sat down, the bottoms went up past his ankles, and I almost died; he was wearing white ankle socks, my favorite. I had to swivel my chair enough to the left so that I could see my computer screen, and yet far enough so that I could not see Corey, even out of the corner of my eye, so that I could do my job without being distracted by his loveliness.
It was not to last.
A few hours later, after the calls had slowed down considerably, I heard shuffling from the direction in which Corey was sitting. Continuing to type my reply to the email I was working on so as not to direct attention to myself, I turned my head slightly to the right so as to see what I could see as inconspicuously as possible. Corey was on a phone call, and was doing something that I know now as a habit of his while he's on a call; he was shuffling his feet. As I stared, I noticed that they seemed to be slightly bigger than mine. My feet are a size 8 1/2, so I would estimate his to be a 9. As I watched, he began to absentmindedly slip his right foot in and out of his shoe. which turned me on like crazy. He must have felt my eyes on him, because he looked in my direction. I turned my attention back to my computer as fast as I could, praying to God that he had not seen me. I continued watching him every chance I could, relishing in the moment every time I got to see the heel of his white socked foot, sliding seductively in and out of his worn shoe. This habit of his continued until Thursday, my Friday for the work week.
Fast forward to a week later, which is when I am writing this story. Tuesday night going into Wednesday morning, and Corey arrived wearing a beige coat, a black dress shirt underneath that, tan dress pants, and his well-worn tennis shoes. Just as I was hoping, later during the night, he began to shuffle his feet while on a phone call. It wasn't until about an hour later when he started slipping his right foot in and out of his shoe, by which time I had grown anxious to see his heel. Little did I know that I was in for a real treat later.
With a total of 4 agents on the phone, the business of the phone calls died down within an hour. During the down time, Corey turned his chair so that he was facing my direction. My friend Shelly was sitting to my right, and he talked to her every now and then. He even talked to me a few times, but me being nervous around a new guy that I thought was cute, I didn't say much back, so a decent conversation was never really struck. After another 10 second exchange between us, Corey got a call and began shuffling his feet again. I was slightly tired of getting to see only his heel at this point, so I turned around and began working on my email again. After he had finished his call, he turned back towards Shelly and I. That's when I heard it; a more vigorous, faster shuffling sound than I was used to hearing. And it sounded different, like cotton on cotton, as opposed to shoes/cotton on carpet. I turned to look, and about fell out of my seat. Corey had completely removed both of his shoes, and was rubbing his left foot on the carpet, while his right foot rubbed against the top of his left. Tonight's socks were another pair of white ankle socks, these sporting grey toes and heels. His feet have a slight arch to them, and from what I could see through his tight-fitting socks, he was packing some long toes, another favorite of mine. The bottoms were perfectly white, not a single spot of brown to be found. That would mean that his feet weren't as sweaty as I preferred, but they were still sexy as hell.
After about a minute of doing this, Corey slipped his feet back into his shoes. It took him about a half hour to slip them back out, and I wasted no time in watching him rubbing his feet together out of the corner of my eye. I felt eyes on me, and looked up at his face. He wasn't looking at me, but the paranoid side of me figured that he was. He wiggled the toes of his left foot as he rubbed it against the top of his right, which caused an intense tingling feeling in my cock. I was so turned on, it took all of my will power to not rub my dick while I watched.
I left work that night wondering if he had actually seen me watching him slipping his foot in and out of his foot last week, which caused him to do more with his feet on this night. Maybe this will turn into something more later on down the road. Only time will tell, my lovelies. Only time will tell.
