by astercae
Schlip schlop schlip schlop schlip schlop…
The familiar sound of flip-flops hitting the shiny epoxy flooring of the supermarket drifted aimlessly through my brain and into my subconscious. The cold, faint lights dangling over my head provided little comfort in my zombie-like state. Finishing a long night shift was never easy, and my tired eyes only sagged more when it came time to run to the store.
Schlip schlop schlip schlop schlip schlop…
There it was again, that incessant sound that danced around the store, coming closer only to drift further again as the person wearing them walked away. I never understood why flip-flops were part of the uniform, such an atypical concept. I had always assumed it was because of the rubbery grips on the bottom allowed employees to no longer bear the risk of slipping.
Schlip schlop….
The sound stopped, it was almost startling considering I had gotten used to such a sound: a background ambiance. I looked up from the reflective ground beneath me, and then I saw it. A young man about 20 or 23 I would assume, fairly tall I would imagine, he was kneeling so it was hard to tell but if I had to make a guess I would say around 6’ 2”. Next to him lay a box full of supplies that he was stocking the lower shelves with. But that wasn’t what caught my eye. Peaking out from his flip-flops were two nice, round, peachy heels, followed by a smooth and wrinkled arch that extended beyond what I could see from my perspective. I had never seen feet like those. A strange feeling rushed over me like waves. I was left bewildered but mesmerized at the same time. I couldn’t stop staring, I was in a trance. Something about those soles excited something in me I couldn’t comprehend, and yet I knew I wanted, and needed, more. I could see subtle beads of sweat run down his bare feet from a grueling day’s work, I was drunk on lust, and yet I had no idea. I was so oblivious in fact, that I hadn’t cared to glance down and notice my semi-erect member twitching in my sweatpants.
All of a sudden, I was broke from my hypnosis when he had gotten up to walk away, I shivered from the slight surprise given my submissive state. And I watched surreptitiously as he gently stepped away to tend to other tasks. Hearing a certain habitual sound as he strolled.
Schlip schlop schlip schlop schlip schlop…
They say that you should always go with your gut, and that, sometimes, your heart knows best. And at that moment, my heart was telling me one thing…
I had to have those feet.
Part 2 will be on the way soon ;-)
