You work together in an office, her, on one of the higher floors, while you reside down the bottom, where you IT guys always seem to be. You're an average-looking guy, dark hair, blue eyes, none too fit, but her, she is perfection in the flesh. Or at least you think so.

But then one day changed everything. She called you up with problems with her computer. You arrived and saw the monitor playing up. Switching on and off didn't help so you had to go under your desk to check the connections.

The second your head was under the desk you froze. It was a hotter day than usual and she was wearing sandals. Tiny sparkling gems ran down the thin bit of leather between her big and second toe. You held in a gasp of pure delight. Then a faint mustiness came to your nose, not overwhelming, but just subtle enough to know that her feet had spent time down here. Her toenails were painted a summery blue, her skin pale so that faint violet lines of her veins stood out ever so slightly.

She asked if you were okay, noticing that you had gone still and you snapped out of your trance. After that, you quickly fixed her computer and left as fast as you could, doing your best not to look at her feet again.

But that wouldn't be the end of it, oh no. After that, you couldn't stop thinking about her. You went home that night and with a snapshot of her feet burned into your mind, you must've revealed yourself at least five times. Oh, the things you envisioned. Eventually, you learned that she sometimes liked to go out during lunch and that she takes off her sandals and puts on some walking shoes for comfort.

So, one day, as you watched her leave the building, you crept up to her desk, praying that no one would question your presence, knelt down under her desk. And there they were, the sandals she had worn the first time you noticed her feet. You grabbed one and slipped it into your belt, covering the bottom with your shirt, and got out as fast as you dared.

Back in your office, you stared down at her sandal sitting on your desk, feeling sick at how much of a pervert you were. You knew you couldn't help it, It's not like you chose to have a strong sexual attraction to the female foot. Then without thinking you undid your pants, gripped yourself in one hand, and brought her sandal to your face.

You take a deep and long sniff, your nose and head filled with raw, sexual, ecstasy...

Script by the lovely u/MagiRRMartin

Been a while since I've done any scripts and it's nice to get back to it even though I have no time for SFX D:

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