When my shoe comes up missing at work, I discover an intriguing situation with the company tech guy. What do you think happens at work on Fetish Fridays- A Phone Sex Fetish Tale- Part One?

Fetish Fridays- A Phone Sex Fetish Tale- Part One

I work as a receptionist for a high-end, fast-growing clothing company. Because of this, we have to dress up in good clothes daily. Our version of casual dress day is to be allowed to wear comfortable shoes at our desks on Fridays. We have to have dress shoes to enter and leave the building but have cubbies to keep our good shoes in.

“Hey Anderson, How’s it going?”

I ask the tech guy when I notice his gaze on me. He’s in his early thirties, nerdy but cute in the shy, introverted, soft-spoken sort of way. He was good at solving our tech issues but was always extremely busy. We were constantly trying to find ways to get on the top priority list. He says hi then quickly leaves the room. I go about my day, having to stay late to get caught up on some paperwork. Going back to the locker room, I go to change my shoes.

What the hell?

One of my red high-heel pumps was missing. It seemed strange that only one was missing. I wore my slip-on shoes home but when I returned on Monday, my high heel had also returned. I thought I was losing my mind until the next Friday, I stayed late again and when I went to change shoes, one of my favorite pairs of black leather knee-high boots had gone AWOL.

“What in the world is going on?”

I ask myself. I knew then that someone was playing a joke but the entire building was empty except for an older cleaning lady and Anderson. The cleaning lady was in another wing so I began to look for Anderson. I went to his office. 

“That’s odd.”

I say to myself when I realize the door to his office is locked. It’s never locked, most of the time it’s not even closed! There was a small window on his big wooden door so I stand on my tiptoes to peer inside. At first, I see nothing then I catch a glimpse of Anderson sitting on the floor behind his desk. 

“What in the world is he doing?”

That is when I watch as he puts my zipped-up boot opening to his face. He looks toward the ceiling, closes his eyes, and then inhales deeply. His mouth hangs open and he starts twitching like he is…and that is when it hits me! Oh my God, he was jacking off while smelling my boot! I step back away, not knowing how to react. I suddenly have an idea, that makes me tingle.

“Hey, Anderson!”

I yell as I knock hard against his door, my face pressed against the window. He jumps and tries to clean up quickly. I shout through the window, “Anderson, let me in! I need to talk to you. What is going on in there?” I hear him say, “Uh, hang on a second.”A minute later the door swings open with a shocked Anderson asking, “What’s up Trace? Did you need something? I’m just trying to finish up in here.” I look at him and ask, “I seemed to have lost my boot out of my locker and can’t find it anywhere. Have you seen it anywhere?”

“Uh, no. I…I…haven’t.”

Anderson stutters, blushing and nervous. “What were you cleaning up?” I teasingly ask as I walk around the desk and spot my boot, lying on its side next to a puddle of spunk, “Hmmm, I think it is right there. Funny you said you hadn’t seen it.” Anderson hangs his head in shame. He stutters, “I’m so sorry, Trace. You girls are just so hot and I can’t stand it. I love all your feet and all your sexy legs and hose, I just don’t know what to do. It drives me insane.”

I wasn’t angry,

I felt a little sorry for him. I allow him to tell me all about his foot fetish and how he loves nylon-covered feet and the musky smell they emit after being trapped inside sexy shoes. He almost seems ashamed as he tells me, “Plus, I’ve had a major crush on you since you started.” I look up in surprise, “Awww that is so sweet. I never knew that.”I purr at him. He looks up, his face red,

“I..I..have never been with a woman. I am a…a…virgin,”

Anderson confesses with his head down. “Really? Are you serious? You are, what, 30-something, and have never been with a woman? Haven’t you dated and had girlfriends and all that?” I ask, genuinely stunned. “No, I’m so shy and awkward around girls.” He says. “I also have this dang foot fetish and I have never told anyone but you because girls would just think that I’m weird or something,” Anderson tells me.

I was more shocked by the fact he had never slept with a girl than by his foot fetish.

We talk a little more and I retrieve my boot. He seemed almost relieved to be able to tell someone. I knew I had to help this poor guy. He was a decade older than me but I felt the obligation to be his sexual mentor for both our pleasures. It excites me to think that I could tease and play with Anderson. I also knew how to get to the top of the priority list when my technology went down.

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