Having My Way With A White Pair
of Reebok Low Cut Freestyles
(Published on Saturday, January 20, 2005)
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Way back in 1992 when I was in college, there was this lab instructor who taught a number of the chemistry labs. She was in her mid-forties, nothing spectacular in the looks department, but she was in shape and not too bad looking either. This lady had two main characteristics: She used to wear a strong perfume that you could smell halfway down the hall, and she would wear pumps which matched her outfits. Needless to say, it was easy to know when she was coming into the lab (and time to put back on those nasty goggles) from the perfume, and the click-clicking of her heels.

I wasn't really interested in her heels, although she did have a nice pair of legs. Many a night I would fantasize about her slipping off her heels, and rubbing by throbbing cock to release with her nylon stocking feet. Anyway, one semester I had her for an organic lab and noticed that her heels were replaced with a white pair of Reebok low cut freestyles. The perfume was still in evidence, but now the click-clicking was missing, so we had to really be on our toes as there was no early warning alarm anymore. The routine she would follow was to arrive in lab a bit early, and change into her Reeboks, placing her heels into the instructor's drawer. Being a huge sneaker fetishist, and especially a female sneaker fetishist, I was in a continual state of arousal by just glancing down at her sneaks. Many a night I would pump my own sneaks wishing that they were hers.

The semester ended, and another one came and went with her still wearing those Reeboks. During the summer, I was able to get a job in the chem department setting up labs, and making solutions for the students to use. Along with those responsibilities came a set of keys to open the labs, and much to my surprise, a key to open up all the drawers in the labs. This was in case whomever was teaching the lab section accidentally locked his or her keys in the drawer. Well, the same lady was teaching a summer lab section, and was still maintaining her Reebok routine. This time I had access to her drawer, and one Friday evening I popped into the lab, opened her drawer, and withdrew the objects of my lust. Since she had worn them for several hours that very same day, there was a strong perfume odor, which permeated the drawer. The shoes themselves were slightly damp, and had a slight sweat/sour aroma. However, I did not linger too long before stuffing the pair into my pack, and walking out of the darkening lab.

When I arrived home, I immediately went to my room and set out the pair of Reeboks that I had been craving for so long. I noted their size: 7.5 and observed that there were some scuff marks around the toe region. I stripped off my clothes, and saw that my schlong was dribbling precum in the excitement. I gave each sneak a loving sniff, and noted that the perfume and sweaty/sour woman-feet scent was present. She always wore nylons with her shoes, and so the sweat from her feet soaked into the lining a lot more than if she had worn cotton socks.

I lubed myself up a bit, and slipped into a jelly sheathe. I then slid this into the right-hand Reebok and mounted it on my bed. The left-hand shoe I took and sealed it around my nose and proceeded to hump the right shoe. I stopped myself from cumming five times before finally letting go with a massive load. I must have squirted gallons of the stuff into the toebox because I sure felt drained after the experience. After coming back to earth, I slipped my now flaccid cock out of her shoe and looked inside. Indeed, I had filled up the entire toe box region with a thick layer of cum. I mean the entire front part of the footbed was coated with my ejaculate. Later on that night I subjected the left sneak to the same treatment. I think that I shot a total of three loads into each sneak that weekend before finally coming in Sunday afternoon and putting them back into her drawer.

Monday came, and I noted her slipping them on for another day of teaching labs. You can imagine my excitement as I looked down at her feet knowing that she was walking on several layers of my dried jism. Just imagining that those same Reeboks now encasing her feet had been my cum dumpsters the previous weekend made me stiff walking past her in the hallway. My sweaty balls had rested in the place where her heels were now at, and my cock had madly pumped along her arch and toes.

I began a routine of my own for the next two years until I graduated and moved out of state. I would build up my own level of excitement during the week, watching her wearing those size 7.5 Reebok freestyles. Then, that Friday evening, I would retrieve those sneaks for a weekend of debauchery. I fucked them any way that I could think of, pissed in them, rubbed some of my shit into them, and pumped around 100 loads into each sneak. After a year of doing this, I could tell that the aroma was getting a bit rank, but she never bought new sneaks, so I continued having my way with them for the remaining year. The cool thing was knowing that her toes were flexing right were my cock had shot multiple jets of jism.

I graduated and left the campus. The 'boks? Who knows? I'm sure that she most likely wore them for another year before finally pitching them. At any rate, I had had my fill of them.