I was working in the same company for few years and was fully integrated into the team. Everything was going well without any waves... until HE came.
I knew that a new person had to join our open space but I was not told who. That's why when I saw him for the first time ... my heart missed a beat. The guy was in the middle of his thirties, tall - around 6'5'' -, had brown hair and was in pretty good shape. His smile gave me chills and a glance at his feet showed me with delight that he should at least wear 14. I always had this reflex thing ... when I find a man seductive, I look at his shoes. Plus his body was spreading something purely physical which attracted me enormously. However since we were at work, I had to act normal.
The days passed but the fire burning inside me continued to grow. He was nice and we got on very well which did not help me at all. Multiple nights, I surprised myself thinking about him and imagining massaging his feet.
He often jogged during the lunch break and a morning while we were talking of sport, he asked me if I would like to join him one day. I immediately accepted even if I was not quite jogger. In fact, I would have done anything to spend more time with him. So the next day, I took my sports gear.
"- I like to run long distances, he told me as we were running next to each other. But I also sweat super easily and a lot, it's incredible ... Sorry if it bothers you.
- Oh it's okay for now, I replied while I was already able to smell his manly odor."
I was thrilled and the more we exercised, the stronger the smell became. I hardly dared imagine what it looked like inside his shoes - old black sneakers.
Once our jogging over, we headed to the company's showers. They were individual but with a shared room for storing bags. There was no one other than us, and my colleague began to undress in front of me. He did that naturally which made me think he was used to public showers. I couldn't help but take a look at his dick and bare feet while we were chatting, and almost immediately felt myself getting hard. His feet were huge and so smooth... I don't know if it was only in my mind, but I even detected some hint of an exquisite smell. Then he rolled up a towel around his waist, put his bag near mine, and entered one of the showers, leaving me alone.
My heart was racing as the idea took shape in my head. Trembling, I waited until I heard the water jet then I opened his bag impatiently and started looking for his socks. They were there, all wet with sweat and diffusing a smell as appetizing as arousing. I felt my cock getting harder as I ran my hands over each of them. They were still warm and so damp that I could have wrung them out easily. Instead, I brought them to my nose and inhaled. I was instantly transported by this manly smell to an enchanting world. The strong scent got me horny and I couldn't help but rub the socks all over my face. Anyone could have come, but this option made the moment even more exciting. Each rubbing left my face slightly moist which was purely delightful.
I ended up putting part of his socks - where his toes were - in my mouth and started sucking greedily. On my tongue, I sensed light salty notes and I had to close my eyes to enjoy all of it. What I was doing was so risky, but also so delicious... I swallowed every drop I could suck while sniffing the pleasant smell of my colleague's socks. I did not want this moment to stop, but after a while of smelling this male sweat, I felt that I had to stop otherwise I would have been caught. So reluctantly, I closed his bag and put the socks in mine before taking my shower.
Several days passed after this little adventure, but I couldn't get over it. I became obsessed with the idea of ​​approaching my head from the feet of my colleague, but no opportunity presented itself ... Until we had to go on a business trip. However I wasn't expecting a miracle and didn't want to undertake a risky action so I just waited, hoping my prayers will be heard.
Luckily, my wait was rewarded. On the third evening of our trip, we returned to the suite we shared - each of us had its bedroom, but we had a common living room. I was sitting alone, writing some notes for work when I dropped several sheets under the table. Instinctively, I got up and crouched under the table to pick them up. This is when I heard my colleague arriving from his room. He sat at the table and started using his laptop not noticing that I was below. Preparing to get up, I looked at his thick black socks which were giving a powerful and hypnotic odor. My heart started racing and a dilemma arose in my head. Before I could do anything, my colleague removed his socks, dropped them next to me, and then put his large feet back on the floor.
Oh my god ... I was in heaven. I heard him typing so he had to be focused, and I had a full view of his magnificent feet. They were so massive and when I approached my hand, I realized that they were much larger than it. I was trembling with excitement facing this gorgeous show and when he spread his toes to stretch them, butterflies began to dance in my belly. I could distinguish the little particles of his socks between his toes and I would have given anything to taste them. Slowly, I approached my head from his feet and my nostrils were directly touched by the pleasant and musky aroma. He must have worn the same socks for at least two days because the smell was very addictive. With pleasure, I felt the heat radiating from his feet against my cheek which made me lose my mind. Silently I inhaled as much as I could, closing my eyes. It was so good, so wide, so amazing... The feet were so close, and yet so far. My dick was hard and I wanted to jerk off, but I could barely move. Delicately, I put my nose between his toes and started to smell the scent that made me salivate. Maybe a little lick wouldn't hurt?
"- Go for it, I know you're there."
I stopped moving. He had just spoken, was it to me? I felt like a little kid caught trying to reach those delicious cookies of his dreams. My colleague put his head under the table without even moving his feet which were a few inches from my face and smiled at me.
"- Go ahead, take care of them ... I know you want it since you stole these socks, he said before going back to his computer."
I no longer knew what to think. Was I dreaming? He suddenly lifted his feet which gently hit my face and began to rub them against my head. The contact made me lose all the control I had and all my resistance collapsed. I ran my tongue between each of his toes to taste everything I could find.
It was a firework of flavor and I tasted absolutely everything. I rubbed my cheek against his huge feet and find out with delight that they were bigger than my head! I licked each area greedily permeating myself of the slightly salty taste and odor. EVERYTHING was mouth-watering! I started sucking his big toes, making small circles with my tongue to savor the sensation. He was moving it in my mouth and started playing with me.
"- You do that well, you know? It relaxes me. It's the first time, but I think I could get used to it, especially after a good jog."
His encouragement got me horny even more and while he continued working, I was at his feet sucking each toe and worshipping him. I felt like the aroma was all around me and I loved it. Feeling his feet warm against my cheek was the best feeling I ever had.
"- Don't forget to take care of that too huh, he caressed his bugle where I saw a massive shape. But continue with my feet first, I like when you worship me."
At that moment, I knew that the night was far from over.
To be continued ....
