Her Sweaty Socks

Published on Sunday, November 21, 2012

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There was this girl who worked there that made it clear she had a crush on me. She was about 5 feet, 5 inches tall with dark brown hair, and a kickin' body, but her face was not that attractive. I wouldn’t say she was ugly, but I was not interested. She would always flirt with me, and invite me to her pool for a swim, but I would always say no. I never really flirted back, but I was polite.

One night we got a shipment of sandals in because summer was right around the corner. She said that she wanted to get a pair, but wasn’t sure what size she was. Being a nice guy with a huge foot fetish, I picked a couple of sizes out and said, "Let's go to the back to try them on." She didn’t really want to, but I convinced her.

She slipped her shoe off, and started to try on one of the sandals when I told her that she should see if they would fit right without her socks on. She pulled her foot out, peeled her sock off, and put her now bare foot into the sandal. She had really sexy feet, even though her toes were not painted. I am not usually into feet that are not painted, but they were perfect.

She got up, walked around a little, and decided they were a little too big. When she took off the sandal, it still had her foot print in sweat on the insole. Then she tried on another pair, and this time she walked a little farther around the corner. I could hear the sandals slapping the bottoms of her feet so I knew how far she was. There I was sitting there all alone with her shoes, and her sweaty socks stuffed inside them. I decided it was worth the risk, so I quickly grabbed the shoe and took a huge smell. I was in heaven. I then smelled her sock, and instantly got hard as a rock.

I heard her coming back around the corner of the back room, and stuffed the sock back into the shoe like nothing had happened. She told me that the sandals fit fine, and that she was going to put the other ones back in the box. She went up to the front of the store, and I went right for that box to get the sandals she tried on. I licked them clean, spending extra time on the thong part that went in between her sweaty toes. They were salty. This would have been an awesome experience if I had stopped then, but I couldn’t get the thought of her feet out of my mind the rest of the night.

The night was coming to an end and I was gathering up all my courage. We usually walked out of the store together because it was about 10:15pm when we got out, and the parking lot was dark. I was in luck. I saw that at the end of the parking lot our two cars were right next to each other. We got to our cars, and I was really nervous. I had never told anyone that I had a foot fetish, so I was scared she would think I was a freak.

She was about to get into her car when I said, "Hey Jamie. Are you good at keeping secrets?"

She excitedly said, "Hell yeah I am, what’s up."

I said in a shaky voice, "Can I have those socks you're wearing?"

She had a puzzled look on her face and said, "Huh?"

I started to say it again when she said, "I heard what you said. What are you going to do with my socks? I just worked a 10 hour shift, so they're probably gross."

"I have a foot fetish, and its really embarrassing, but that’s what I'm into. The sweatier and stinker the better."

She was cool with it, so right there in the parking lot she took her shoes off, pulled both her socks off, and handed them to me. I could feel they were almost hot when she gave them to me. After the longest car ride of my life, I got home, and jerked off 3 times that night to those socks. I still have them to this day in a bag, and they still have a very strong scent to them.

Jamie turned out to be a really cool girl. She has since given me a couple more pairs of sweaty socks, and hasn't told anyone about it. This is pretty much the only reason that I still work there. Anytime I see we are scheduled together, I pray that she’ll give me another pair. But even if I don't get any more, I've had a pretty good run.