Office Foot Worship: Stunning Best Colleague Bare Feet

I still can’t believe I’m about to tell you this, but remember that office foot worship thing I mentioned? So there’s this colleague—genuinely stunning, the kind of woman who makes the whole floor feel underdressed—and we ended up alone after hours, just the hum of the printer and her kicked-off heels under the desk. She caught me staring at her bare feet, big soft soles resting on the carpet, and instead of calling me out, she just smiled and stretched her toes, letting me look. I ended up on the floor, no plan, just my hands cupping her heel while my thumb traced slow circles along her arch, feeling how warm her skin was, how she tensed then relaxed. She leaned back in her chair, watching me with this little smirk, and I pressed my lips to the ball of her foot, the faint scent of leather and lotion, her toes curling against my mouth. It wasn’t frantic—more like we both knew exactly what this was—and when she finally sighed and whispered that I was good at this, I felt my whole face go hot. We never talked about it the next day, but every time she wears those heels, I swear she glances my way and bites her lip.