Foot Fetish Phone Sex – Ariel Worships Chloe’s Feet – Part 1

Chloe claimed the living room. It was larger, had better light, and I worked in the kitchen, quieter and more solitary which usually helped me focus better. As the virus grew to be a permanent fixture in our world, her business attire relaxed and she became perpetually semi-casual. Red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a tank top with no bra, short shorts, and bare feet. The bare feet slayed me. Lingering in the doorway after bringing her iced coffee to her I watched her naked toes wiggle under the table as she patiently explained some detail to her team. Hypnotized by the crinkling of her soles I could see the traces of dust on her heels and made a note to myself that I needed to clean the floors.

It was then I thought about how it would feel to crawl under her desk.

Once the thought crossed my mind I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d always harbored an odd fantasy about public play but discarded it into the territory of fantasy only. Too shy. Better to just imagine, but I couldn’t get this imagining out of my head. I tried to work, but as hard as I stared at the diagrams on my screen, I couldn’t see anything but myself lying naked under her feet while she worked. Utterly ignored, except for an occasional instruction to lick, suck, or rub her beautiful pale pink soles. 

So I blurted it out, while we were having lunch. Immediately burning bright red and cursing myself for not holding it in, but simultaneously relieved to release the image from bouncing off the walls of my skull.

“You want to what?” She said forkful of mozzarella paused halfway to her mouth, eyebrows arching over her green eyes.

“Nothing. Forget I said that. Please?” I said, shrinking into myself and staring down into my salad looking for salvation. 

I heard her chair scrape back, felt her pad around the table until she was behind me. Felt the heat coming off of her as she bent over to my ear and her hands slid onto my shoulders.

“You want…” She said quietly into my ear. “To be my … footstool, while I work?” 

I swallowed and couldn’t answer. Feeling my heart thudding in my chest my pussy started getting wet in my loose shorts.

“You want to lie naked under my sweaty, dusty feet, while I’m in meetings?” She said teasingly. “Have I got that right, foot slave?”

I shut my eyes and managed to nod, even hearing her say the words forced my breast to become plump and full.

“Well, what if somebody saw? What if they got a glimpse of you, lying under there, with my dirty toes stuffed into your mouth?” She leaned down, whispering into my ear. 

I realized she was using the words to tease and taunt me which caused me to gasp quietly.

“What if everyone knew what a dirty little foot slut you are?” She sounded mockingly sympathetic at the prospect of my humiliation.

“I don’t…. it was,” I started to say.

She ran a hand softly through my hair, and then her fingers tightened viciously. Slowly she pulled my head back until I had to meet her gaze. 

Grinning widely at me, she kissed me and said “Strip, foot girl.”

I did as I was told. 

The floorboards were hard and cold under my back. At least, if nothing else, this was a cooler way to spend a few hours than to sit, staring blankly at my laptop. Then she instructed me to bring a bowl of ice cubes to set within my reach on the floor. Periodically telling me to suck them so I could use my frigid tongue to cool her feet. My sweet soft spot twitched in time with her steps as she padded back into the room and sat down at the desk. She peered under and winked at me.

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