Chari's Sexy Feet and Shoes
(Published on Friday, August 29, 2003)
This story was submitted by Clog Man, formerly known as Dansko Man.

To read this author's 1st story, click Women In Clogs.

From the first day on the job, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the company receptionist, Chari (pronounced Sherry). She is a drop dead gorgeous blonde bombshell! Everything about her body is perfect. Nice breast, arms, legs, face, eyes, EVERYTHING!!! It was still cool weather when I started, so it was a while before I saw her feet. Even when the weather warmed up, I had a hard time seeing her feet because she was always at that desk. The one thing that adds to her sexiness was her wise-ass personality. She is also sort of loud and hyper. Sometimes, she was downright silly. She is goofy sometimes, and acts stupid, but she is anything but. In fact, I find her quite intelligent and highly social. She is proof that blondes are not dumb. One night in June of my first year at my company, I was working late. Everyone on my floor was gone, and the office was very quiet.

As I was working at my desk, I heard someone coming into my department. In a loud almost obnoxious manner, I hear, "Is that you, schmuck?" It was Chari, and she was in one of her wise-ass moods. She always called me Schmuck for some reason. I later learned that is her way of flirting. She came into my cubical and just propped up against my desk and began talking. She asked me how long I was staying. I told her I would be there until at least 10:00pm. She said, "Great! I'll order us some dinner. Is a pizza cool with you?" She asked.

"Sure, a pizza is fine." I answered. As she picked up the phone to order, I noticed that she was completely barefoot! Her feet were as perfect as the rest of her body. As she ordered the pizza, I stared intensely at her feet. Suddenly, Chari smacks my arm with a rolled up stack of papers. She gave me a curious look, then glanced at her bare feet, then back at me. She stared at me with one eyebrow raised as if to ask why I found her feet so interesting.

Once she was off the phone, she sat upon my desk and placed both feet on my knees. "Oh, you like my new pollish?" she asked. I told her that any polish would look great on her toes. She gave me a look as if to tell me that I could have her feet or any other part of her I wanted. My genitals were on fire, as Chari and I continued to talk. She grabbed my left hand and said, "It is too bad you're married, Schmuck!" She then kissed the back of my hand, and stood up. She then lifted her right foot and slowly ran it up my leg almost to the bulge in my pants. She put her foot back down, blew me a kiss, and walked away humming sweetly. We enjoyed our dinner later that evening and shared some more conversation. After dinner, she left to go home. I watched her walk to her car, and oddly enough, she was still barefoot.

Being as heavily into shoes as I am into feet, I eagerly hurried to her desk to see if she left her shoes. Sure enough, she did. A pair of black leather open-toe mules were there under her desk. Without a moment of hesitation, I picked them up and hurried back to my cube. While at her desk, I noticed that everyone had signed out but me. Once at my desk, I unzipped my pants and inserted my rock-hard cock into the toe of her shoe. The soft leather felt great as I began to fuck her shoe like I wanted to fuck her. It was only a few minutes before I unloaded in her shoe. Before I left, I cleaned them up and placed them back under her desk. Each and every night I worked late, I checked Chari's desk for shoes. About 90% of the time, there were either some mules, clogs, or sandals there. I would say that I had my way with about nine or ten different pairs of her shoes.

On occasion, Chari and I would have lunch together, and dinner together if I was working late. Sometimes, I thought about throwing caution to the wind and taking her. I just couldn't bring myself to cheat on my wife, so all we ever did was talk and eat. Just this past May, I became divorced. I was somewhat depressed at first, but soon got over her. I wanted to date again, but I couldn't think of anyone right away. I must have either been stupid or just wasn't thinking clear, because I completely forgot that Chari was single.

One night, I worked late again, and so did Chari. She came back to my desk like she always does when I work late. This time was different. I was also unmarried. As she and I talked, she noticed that my wedding band was missing. "Did you lose your ring?" She asked.

"No, Chari," I replied. "I am divorced."

She backed up quickly, and stood with her hands on her hips. "What??? WHAT!!!" She demanded. "Why am I just now finding this out?!?!?!" She asked in an almost angry tone.

I was confused as to why she was so angry. She smiled really big, and sat back down on my desk. She leaned forward and planted one of the most passionate kisses on me that I have ever had. She almost began to cry as she told me that she had a crush on me from the first day we met. As we talked, she once again placed her bare feet upon my knees. This time, I reached out and took her feet in my hands. I gently carressed her buttery soft soles. My cock sprang to life, as my fingers glided across every delicate wrinkle of her soles. Chari became quiet as I rubbed her feet. Her face turned a little red and she appeared to begin to sweat. I slowly moved her feet closer to the bulge in my pants. Without pausing, I firmly pressed her toes against the bulge of my cock and began to masturbate with her feet. The possition her feet were in made her arches curve deeply, and wrinkles formed all over her arches and soles. I never saw so many soft-looking wrinkles on a woman's feet before. I just gently rubbed her feet and felt of all the lovely soft wrinkles, as I masturbated myself with her toes. It wasn't long before I filled my pants with hot sticky cum.

After work that night, I went home with Chari. She took me into her home, and called me by my real name, not Schmuck. She seemed like a whole new person. She told me that her attitude of being a smartass is a defense. She said that it tends to keep most men from making unwelcomed advances. She told me that I never treated her trashily, and that is why she liked me so much. We spent a few more evenings together, and even a weekend.

One Monday this past July, she came in to the office in tears. I asked her what was wrong, and she took me into the conference room. She was about to speak, when she collapsed into a chair and began to cry even harder. I say down with her, took her hand, and asked her to tell me. She then informed me that this branch of the office was closing, and that she was transfering to Chicago. (FYI, this all took place in Atlanta.) I also found out that I was being laid off at the end of the week. That following Saturday was the last time I saw Chari. We made love like we never had before, and I gently massaged and made love to her feet again. She gave me two pairs of her shoes, and asked me to think of her when I played with them.

I got an email from her last week, and she is doing great. She told me that she has a new boyfriend, and that he treats her great. She told me that she would always remember me in a very special way. I replied to her email and wished her all the best.

She is a great woman who will be dearly missed. Hopefully someday, if Chicago doesn't want her, she'll find her way back home.