teacher daydream

Part 1

 

at my high school senior year, i had this hot French teacher, she was probably at her late 30s, above the shoulder dark reddish-brown hair,a sexy pair of boobs although she never wore anything revealing,along with a pair of tempting feet with her toes always painted red,i mean always,guess it was her favourite color and it definitely suits her .from the first moment i laid my eyes on her feet, i was captivated by their beauty as it appears she takes really really good care of them.
There was this time when i was sitting for French class bored as usual,but fantasizing about her feet as it became kinda my habit during her class, the lesson was about love or "l'amour" as she would call it, i heard a sentence that caught my attention "a man could fall in love with a woman in so many ways, her voice, her smell, her hands, her shoes and even her feet", this is the first time i hear something like this from a teacher, to me that particular sentence coming out of her was probably the most interesting thing i ever heard during French class, so i decided to carry out a little experiment of my own,instead of the quick secret glances i used to take, i begin to stare at her feet, and i mean really stare, in an obvious kind of way,i wanted her to notice and she did, but her reaction was just a quick stare back and that's all. 
But then it happened, it was during the exam, i was sitting in front table and Ms. Faye placed her chair in front of me, sat down put a leg on top of the other and started moving her foot in circles, i couldn't help but following those sexy inviting motions so i kept staring, and when i looked at her i saw she was looking back at me with a smile on her face, she was foot teasing me right there during the exam, i got a bit shy and broke eye contact, but resumed staring at her foot, i started having these fantasies running around my head causing me to pop a partial boner that's when i decided to pick up my pen and started spinning it and "accidentally" made it fall under her foot, as i went to retrieve it, she didn't move or uncross her legs, so when i bent down to pick it up my face was nearly touching her foot and i got a close view of those two sexy toe cleavages of her small and fourth toes. i went back to my seat trying to focus on the exam at hand, but couldn't stop my self from checking out her feet from time to time.

Some time later after the exam, she said she wanted to talk to me after class, the only thing i could think about at that time was that i'll get to be alone with her. Ms. Faye crossed her legs, looked at me and said "i've noticed you've been a little abstracted for a while,even earlier during the exam" she paused a little and added "can you tell me what's wrong?" i could sense a sarcastic tone in her voice since she didn't really expect an answer as she knew exactly the reason. silently i looked down fixating my eyes on her feet, to which she responded by kicking off her shoe giving me a clear full view of her elegant red-painted toes, she moved her foot revealing her sole adorned with sexy mouth-watering wrinkles,she spread and wiggled her toes:"aaah! today is so hot, this feels so comfortable"
i was standing there puzzled as she grabbed her foot, pulled it towards her and stuck her index finger between her big and second toes all while giving me a cute playful smile, she did that going between all of her toes taking her time in wiping the sweat with her finger, she then held her finger up towards me without saying a word.

i approached her focusing on that finger and slowly took a whiff, even though it was a faint smell, it smelled so good, i kept inhaling over and over as if i wanted to get every bit of it in my nostrils and not waste any of this limited aroma. she put away her finger and proceeded to remove her other shoe, i thought she was finally gonna let me enjoy directly from the source but to my surprise she reached out deep inside her shoe and pulled out a crumpled up piece of cloth that looked like it was cut from sheer stockings. she held it in front of me with two fingers and said "it's saturated with sweat and smell" hearing that i found myself unconsciously approaching that piece of cloth wanting more of that aroma that i didn't get enough of, but she pulled it away, i thought she's teasing me again, but she reached for her purse and pulled out one of those zip-lock bags, put the cloth inside it, and handed it to me with a smile:"it will conserve the smell".i couldn't believe that was happening.
overjoyed, i quickly grabbed the bag,like a child happy with his new toy. i put it in my jacket pocket, and then Ms.Faye playfully waved with her foot saying: "see you later". i walked out still not believing what just happened and thinking it might be one of my daydreams, but that bag which i held on to inside my pocket like a valuable treasure was a living proof that i wasn't dreaming.

 

Part 2

 

i walked home, all the way with my hand inside my pocket fearing that the bag might fall off, i was protecting it like it was the most valuable treasure in the world, and honestly, to me it was, i cherished that bag and what's in it almost like it was some sort of a sacred artifact, i taped it to the underside of one of my drawers  like it's some kind of drugs or something, and in a way it was, i would rush back home every day, lock my door, open the bag and rub one out while sniffing that aphrodisiac aroma, i'm not kidding when i say that only one whiff was enough to get me instantly hard, no wonder it was all i could think about  during classes, i didn't even concentrate on lessons, i would sit there impatiently waiting for the moment i go home and have my "daily ritual", thanks to the zip-lock bag, the smell was conserved until the next french class with Ms. Faye, when i hoped to get another dose of my drug, we didn't really speak after that incident, but i had mentallty prepared myself and built up enough courage to ask her for more next time we meet, so there i was sitting during her class, rehearsing what i'm going to say to her later, i was nervous and honestly now that she's right there infront of me i started to get cold feet, we made eye contact and she smiled, that gracious smile has wiped off every thought of backing out from my head, that smile only was enough to encourage me to go on with my plan, i was waiting for the bell and man the time seemed to pass very slowly, "RRIIIING" (finally!), there i was, standing up very slowly, pretending to look inside my bag, basically waiting for everyone to get out, once we were alone, i stepped forward towards her desk, taking small steps i could feel my knees slightly shaking, i stood directly in front of her desk but before i could open my mouth and say anything, she reached for her handbag, took out an empty zip-lock bag and put it on the desk infront of me and then proceeded to lift her legs and put her feet ankle-crossed on the desk right next to the zip-lock bag,

i was standing motionless looking at her beige flats with a puzzled look, she looked at her feet and nodded then wiggled her left foot, she was instructing me to remove her shoe, so i carefully started undressing that foot, i removed the shoe from the heel first and started slowly pulling it upwards, when the ball of her foot was visible , i noticed something stuck on it, it was a long piece of stockings cloth with one end stuck at Ms. Faye foot and the other at the heel area of her shoe's insole, it was supposed to be laid on the insole but it got so saturated with foot sweat that part of it stuck to ms.faye sole, i put her shoe on the desk, peeled off the end of the cloth from her foot, and quickly but carefully fold it and put it inside the bag before closing it tight as i didn't want even a little amount of smell to escape, i didn't even want to sample it cuz the more it stays exposed, the more smell is lost, as i was about to tuck it inside my pocket, i heard Ms.Faye saying "wait", she took the bag from me and then took off her other shoe, placed the bag inside it, and then put her shoe on again, lowered her foot down and said "this way even the bag will be perfumed, you just have to wait a little while", and then with her barefoot on the desk, she playfully spread and wiggled her toes. at the sight of such temptation, i couldn't help but lean in towards her foot wanting to get a whiff, but she smiled and put down her foot (damn! still not gonna let me do it) she reached for her shoe on the desk and held it in front of me and said "here you can have this while you wait", i quickly stuck my nose inside the shoe and took a good sniff, i was instantly captivated, i close my eyes as i entered a wonderous land of ecstasy, Ms. Faye laughed and said "you better hurry up, or someone might come in", i took the shoe from her hand, and started taking longer deeper whiffs, and then i heard footsteps getting closer, with the door being opened, i had no time to give her the shoe back, so i hastily, put it behind my back, tucked it inside my pants concealing it with my shirt almost like a gun, by the time i finished, Ms. Sawyer entered the room, Ms. S (yes that's what we called her) was my philosophy teacher, she had bob-styled light-brown hair, and was probably at her late 40s and maybe even 50, but her hot fit body and big firm boobs beg to differ, with a body like that, it's hard to believe that she once told us that she have grandchildren, Ms. S had this little trait that i always loved about her, whenever she speaks, this cute dimple forms around the corner of her mouth and only on one side. i'd always sit there watching that cute dimple come and go with every movement of her luscious lips, those lips that i always wanted to have a taste of.

Ms. S entered the room and asked "is something wrong?", i was shaking in my pants as i was still holding on to the "incriminating evidence", and then Ms. Faye made it even worse, she put her barefoot on the table and answered "it seems that i lost my shoe somehow", i was at the end of the rope, and i blurted out "I-I'm helping her look for it", Ms.S looked at me confused, and then said "ooookay, i'll leave you to it" and then walked out and said "good luck!". that was an extremely close one, "come on Ms.Faye that was just taking it way too far" was what i thought but before i could speak my mind, Ms. Faye took out the bag from her shoe, handed it to me and said "here you go, but don't get used to it, this is the last time", confused i took the bag and put it in my pocket, Ms. Faye then resumed "the first one was a sample, and this one is on the house, but if you want more, there is a price for everything", (i was like: what the hell, this is really turning into some sort of a drug deal), i was getting mixed feelings about the situation but mostly sadness and disappointment, Ms.Faye saw the look on my face and said "hey come on, don't be so sad, now can i have my shoe back", i gave her the shoe and headed home. my dose lasted me about a week and then i found myself aching for more, i was willing to pay anything to satisfy my addiction for her feet, so for my next french class, i took 100 bucks with me, intending to buy more of my drug, but when the bell rang, Ms. Faye hastily left the classroom, i went after her with the 100$ bill in my hand almost like a kid running for the ice cream truck, but i only caught the rear of her car leaving the parking lot, disappointed i put the money in my pocket and that's when i heard "so have you find the shoe?", i turned around and Ms. S was looking at me smiling, "Uh... yeah.." i replied, "Ah great! and where did you find it?" she asked, i felt her words pierce right through my soul, i clearly had no answer for that nor the time to come up with a good one, so i just said "hehehe, nothing is impossible to find for Mr. find-it-all" (i literally said that, and with the laugh, i know it sounds silly or more like retarded and like something a five year old would say, but i was out of options), Ms. S laughed and said "well now i know who to call, if i ever lose anything", we both laughed, but then the mood changed back to seriousness when she said "Ms.Faye and I, are pretty close you know?", "um..yeah", (this woman just keeps throwing daggers at my way, and it's getting pretty hard to dodge), she then resumed "that means, i guess i have an idea on what the money in your pocket is for" (ugh! a dagger right through the heart), "but hey, i have an offer for you, follow me to my car, if you're interested", i watched her as she walked towards her car, got in and slowly drove my way to stop in front of me and say "it isn't much to think about, just get in already".

there i was riding in the passenger seat with my philosophy teacher, this would've been totally great, but since she haven't said a word since we left the parking lot, i was nerveously waiting the unknown, the car stopped in this parking lot, i didn't know where we were exactly as i haven't kept track of the road, but Ms. S finally spoke "so Ms. Faye is offering you this 'service', right?", i nodded yes, "and she's charging you for it, am i correct?", she continued "but what if i offered you something even better all for free", she finished her sentence and took off her slingbacks and put her feet on my lap,
come to think of it, this is the first time i actually saw her feet, and she had just my type of feet: 'the sexy mature feet', long slender toes, heavily wrinkled high-arched soles, slightly rough heels, finishing off with light-purple polish, with her toes wiggling on my lap, her sexy mature feet were just begging to be worshipped, Ms. S said "hey, you're allowed to more than just looking" she paused for second and resumed "go ahead they're quite sweaty, i bet she didn't even let you do that", i brought her soles to my face and took a whiff "ah... this is... this smell, it's even better...so good", she laughed as i started snifiing all over her feet deeply breathing in that sweet aroma, being able to sniff directly from the source was so exciting, my mouth was watering, i held her feet in front of my face and began to ask "can i-..?" but she interrupted me and said "go ahead", i went straight for the treat, licking between her toes, and made my way down her tasty soles, arriving to her slightly rough heels and i loved their dry taste, i went up again, taking my time sliding my tongue along her high arches, tasting each and every one of those wrinkles, before heading up to her luscious toes,
i took my time sucking on each one of them to completely savour their fantastic taste, i was sucking on her big toe when she took it out of my mouth making a 'POP' sound, and she said "boy i'm sure you can keep this all day, but i really have to go now", she put her shoes on and said "now remember, let's keep this between the two of us okay?", so i smiled and said "sure", and opened the car's door to leave, but she stopped me saying "hey, no gratitude? you know even a small 'thank you' could do it...", so i leaned in and kissed her on the lips (ah those sweet lips, i was screaming in my head : DOUBLE WIN), she smiled and said "...that also could do it",

i left the car and went home as it turned out we weren't too far from where i lived. that night, i laid on my bed thinking about tomorrow, looking forward to tomorrow, longing for tomorrow, because tomorrow i have philosophy class, i was running out of patience even though only few hours seperated me from my ultimate pleasure, especially that i didn't get any 'gift' to take home with me. the next morning i woke up early, i was so excited, it was actually the first time in my life i woke up that early just to go to school.
i was jumping up the stairs of time to get to my precious prize at the top, and man it seemed like a long way up, but i finally arrived, i stood in front her desk as she was looking through some papers "um...Ms. S" she looked at me and answered: "what's wrong?", the little foot fetishist inside my head was screaming "CAN I LICK YOUR FEET? CAN I LICK YOUR FEET? CAN I LICK YOUR FEET?" but i was too shy to say it or even think of another way to word my request, so i want around her desk, faced her and leaned towards her feet to bring them up and take her shoes off, but she stood up and said: "what are you doing?", i looked at her confused and she resumed: "looks like you got the wrong idea", i could sense seriousness in her tone (i was like: what's with the sudden personality change?), i looked at her and said: "but yesterday...", she interrupted me and said "that was a one-time favor, you looked really sad that time so i thought i'd cheer you up, i supposed you'd figure that on your own",
i reached into my pocket and took out twenty bucks and said "i know this isn't much, but i promise..." but she interrupted me with a cold look and then left the classroom,

Ms. Faye, Ms. Faye crossed my mind as i watched Ms. S walking away. Determined, i was determined with my mind perfectly set on my goal as i was sitting through french class. Addiction, addiction was the word the summarizes my whole situation as i stood in front of Ms. Faye, she looked at me and said "so?", i took out 200 bucks and put them on the desk and said with all confidence: "no more bags, what will this get me?", she smiled, took the money, then laughed and said "this will get you an all-access pass", i went and faced her and she crossed her legs putting her right one on the other pointing her foot towards me and popped her heel once as if she's saying "go ahead", it was so sexy i instantly leaned down and took off her black stiletto, revealing her dark-blue-polished wiggling toes (now that's a change, a good change though), i eagerly took a deep whiff followed by a long "aaah", ("aaah" indeed) this is the aroma i've been craving, longing for, aching for, and now i'm finally enjoying it directly from the source, one whiff and i was on my knees literally, i reached for her foot to press it against my face but she stopped me: "tsk tsk tsk!  no hands!", i put my hands down and she pressed her sole against my face and said "here you go", i started grinding against her sole and sniffing at the same time and boy i was on cloud nine, but suddenly she withdrew her foot, uncrossed her legs and slided her foot back into her stiletto, and my cloud just poofed away,

i looked at her with pleading eyes and she said "i forgot to mention,i saw you leaving the classroom the other day, just after Ms.Sawyer stormed out looking very angry, did something happen?", "oh no, it's nothing" i answered, "are you sure?" she asked, "yes" i replied while looking at her feet, she paused for a second and the crossed her legs giving me back her foot, i was overjoyed and immediately took off her shoe, but then i heard "is that so?" i looked and it was Ms.S entering the room, she sat on the desk and said "looks like you forgot, but maybe this will jog your memory" and she stretched her leg having her foot directly in front of me and she took off her high-heel black mule, revealing her mature sole, the wrinkles, the slightly hard heel, the sexy yellow-ish/orange-ish hue on her heel and the ball of her foot, the luscious long toes, i was staring at that perfect mature foot and i couldn't resist the temptation so i jumped towards it, but she put her leg down, and put back her shoe and said "i thought you said it was nothing" i looked at Ms. Faye and she gave me a cold look while wearing her shoe and said "i don't like being lied to".

the atmosphere turned tense with silence overwhelming the room, "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" was all what's going through my mind at that time, i seriously considered runing away cuz that situation was too uncomfortable to bear ("problems aren't meant to be faced, make a run for it" was my newfound motto at that moment, sure things may get a little awkward between us, but it's better than having to deal with this out-of-some-fantasy-story situation) heck i could even feel the room getting darker that time, but the ladies broke out laughing so suddenly, (WTF! i guess i suffered too much psychological tension i started hallucinating) "hahaha how long are you going to keep this up?" said Ms.S to Ms. Faye, "Me? weren't you the one who suggest it in the first place", i was confused, what the hell is happening?, "come on let's drop the act, though you were pretty convincing with that cold dead look and the whole 'i don't like being lied to' thing, i actually believed it for a second there" said Ms. S while still laughing, "hey don't pin this on me, you came up with the whole plot" Ms. Faye replied. "huh!" just came out of my mouth accompanied by a dull look on my face, so Ms. Faye looked at me and started explaining "sure i may have teased you a little with the whole bags thing, but i never intended to take it this far, i told her about you and this evil mastermind thought this whole thing up", "hey you're making me look like the bad guy here, you're not pretty innocent yourself, you played along with it now haven't you? and i bet you even took his money", Ms. Faye pulled out the 200 bucks and said "guilty as charged", so Ms.S took the money from her and gave it back to me saying "here you go, long story short, that she-devil and i were playing a little trick on you, hope you don't get mad, cuz looks like we took it a bit too far", Ms. Faye then got off the chair and told me to sit in her place and then she went and sat on the desk right next to Ms.S and said "we're really sorry we made you feel uncomfortable, but if you're still mad, i know just the thing to cheer you up" and she kicked off her shoes, Ms. S smiled and did the same, and I was on my way back to cloud nine. 

 

Part 3

 

hat-trick, if you're not familiar with the term, it's when a soccer player scores three goals in a single game, and by the end of the school year, i myself have achieved a hat-trick, thanks to Ms. Samantha, our biology teacher, she was great with the students, always joking around, always cheerful with great personality and splendid charisma, she always dressed sexily or more like provocatively, with her low-cut tops revealing her sexy cleavage that became the talk of the whole class, and her above-the-knee skirts that she usually wears revealing her sexy luscious legs (that fair white skin was such an eye candy), accompanied by either black pumps or black leather boots, needless to say all boys were going crazy for her including me, especially that she had such a hot body which she obviously took pride in showing it off frequently, she certainly had that MILF aura, yet she looked young (i don't know, maybe it's the way she dressed that sent those mixed signals), at the top of that gracious body resided a pretty face , angelic i might add, adorned with these really faint aging wrinkles that could only be noticed upon closer inspection.
she had us all mesmerized, even by the slightest little things she does, like runing her hand through her hair and playing with her dark locks. those plain things coming from her looked quite appealing or maybe sexy, (i guess the reason for that was maybe because our teenage minds self programmed to perceive anything she does as sexy), all the guys would gaze at any exposed part of her body, her legs, her cleavage, and glimpses of her thighs when she wears one of those skirts with little splits, but me i was always thinking about a certain concealed part of her sexy body, yes her feet, especially when they're inside her boots, i was always thinking about how they smell, being stuffy inside those boots with all the sweat, they must smell so good, i sit there at the back of the class with my thoughts, i sit there imagining myself stripping her feet from her close-toe black pumps, or pulling down the zipper of her black leather boots, i sit there fantasizing about the way that aroma travels through my nostrils, i sit there all filled with pseudo joy as i delve deeper into my fantasies long enough before the bell's ringing snaps me back to reality.

lately i've been experiencing these fantasies all day long, especially that Ms.Faye and Ms. S ceased providing their services after their quite memorable "appology", (they said it was fun but it could turn into a mess and they could even lose their jobs if someone caught a wind of it or rumors started spreading or anything, and they gave me a couple bags each as a parting gift), these fantasies started consuming me and i had to let them out somehow, so i bought this little black notebook and filled it with all the fantasies that dwelled in my head, some of them were kinda silly maybe even childish, like wanting to have the ability to freeze time and have my way with the feet of that girl i saw on the street the other day, or contacting that foot model from that website, fly right to where she is, marry her and enjoy her beautiful feet (that i always jerked off to) for the rest of my life, or even going to japan and ask girls on the street if they would sell me the socks they're wearing (oh japan and your weird shit, thanks for planting such an idea in my head), however Ms. Samantha took up a large portion of my notebook, with the stories i wrote about her, and pictures i drew of her feet, especially bare, since it was rare of her to show her elegant toes with all the pumps and boots, i took every chance i got when she exposed them to carefully study them and engrave their image in my head, and man she had such sexy toes, perfect nicely shaped nailbeds, perfect toe length, and just the perfect polish colors to match them.

my notebook was like my pandora's box in which i confided all my secrets and fantasies, pretty much the dark side of me that should stay hidden, that's why i always carried it with me in a secret pocket inside my backpack. once again i was sitting for biology class, and i started having fantasies about Ms. Samantha's feet, so i took out my notebook, flipped to an empty page and started turning thoughts into ink, the bell rang and everybody was leaving, but i was still writing, i was so engrossed, that i only saw Ms.Samantha's legs walking towards me when she was two steps away, i panicked and all i could do was flip the page so she won't notice my story, (i thought that hastily closing the notebook would look even more suspicious) i looked up and she said "the lesson must've been quite boring...", so i answered "no, not really", "i noticed you were kinda distracted, and look you were even doodling" she said pointing to my notebook, i looked down and i saw a picture of a pair of soles (oh shit! to think that the page i flipped to, contained such thing, i drew that a while ago and now it's popping up in the worst situation possible), she paused a second looking at the drawing and resumed "now i'm sure the lesson was boring, i mean you'd rather draw such a thing than concentrate on the lesson", (shit! i gotta say something or she'll classify me as "the boy who draws feet" for the rest of the school year), i looked at her and said "oh no, you got it wrong miss, actually, i wasn't drawing this and the reason i was distracted is because i didn't get much sleep yesterday, as a matter of fact i enjoy your lessons quite a lot" (yeah kiss-ass your way out of this), so she answered with a half-convinced tone "then how do you explain this image right here?" (think fast!) "i-i'm actually studying reflexology" (okay that was fast and quite convincing actually) "reflexology?" she asked "are you thinking of taking massage therapy as profession?" she added, i laughed and said "no no, just think of it as an acquired skill that's all", she laughed and said "well i'd love to see how skilled you are" (wow, i never expected to hear such thing from her), i knew she was joking and so i just shook it off with: "i'm only a beginner with a long way ahead of me", we both laughed and then i took off.

next biology class, Ms. Samantha came wearing a low-cut black pumps thus exposing a little more of her exquisite feet, which made fantasies run around my head like crazy, so i took out my notebook (gotta be extra careful this time) and started drawing, and by the end of the class, i filled two pages with very detailed pictures of what i wanted to do to those feet, they were scattered all over the notebook but together they made up a window to my fantasy world, i tucked my notebook back in my backpack and was about to leave when Ms.Samantha called out to me and said "can i have a word with you?" (déja vu! a teacher calling me for a 1 on 1 talk just after a foot related situation, i was excited and yet nervous), Ms. Samantha started arranging her stuff and seconds later the class was empty, she looked at me and said "could you do me a favor?", "yeah sure" i respoded, so she resumed "this is gonna sound really weird, but could you please massage my feet?", (huh?) "you're studying reflexology right?, i know it's strange to be asked such thing by your teacher, and i may be even stepping out of line here, but please my feet are killing me in these shoes" (woman you don't need to ask twice, you had me at the "feet" part... oh wait a minute, what if this is some other ruse, nuh uh i won't be played again
-but hey, even if it's some other ruse, you'll get to touch her feet, isn't that what you want? i mean look she's practically begging for it
-you're right, plus she does seems pretty genuine about it, i haven't sensed any teasing or ulterior motive coming from her, and i faced those alot to be able to detect them, but wait what if she's just a good actress, i mean through my recent experience i now know that most women are
-nah fuck you i'm out of here, do whatever you like
-wait who are you again?
-i'm just here for the internal monologue's sake, see ya..)
so i answered "it's okay, anything for you Miss" (translation: "GIMME YOUR FEET NOW!"), her face lit up and she said "thank you so much", i went around the desk, and leaned in front of her (oh man this brings back memories) Ms. Samantha took off her pump, crossed her legs giving me her right foot and said "um, today was hot and... it might smell a bit, i'm terribly sorry about that", "oh i'm sure it doesn't" i replied as i took her foot in hand, i started rubbing all over, pressing on her sole with my thumbs,and a couple seconds in, Ms. Samantha let out a relaxed "aaah!" followed by "this is really good, i really appreciate it", her foot was a little sweaty and all i could think about as i brought it to the level of my face, was wanting to savour its aroma, and i didn't even notice i was unconsciously leaning forward towards it, slowly bringing my face closer to Ms. Samantha's beautiful foot, until she pointed it out saying "aren't you a bit too close?", i heard her but something inside me decided to ignore her remark, and kept on massaging from that distance, from that distance, i could smell her splendid foot aroma, but it was faint, i needed to get more closer but obviously i can't, i'm already on the red line as i am now, "if you're that close, looks like your nose is blocked, this should take care of it" she said as she pressed the base of her toes against my nose, but she immediately gasped and quickly withdrew her foot, she was freaking out and she said "i'm sorry , i'm so sorry, i never meant to do that, i was just gonna bring it a bit more closer as a joke, please forgive me", so i responed "oh it's nothing, don't sweat it Miss" (translation: "DO IT AGAIN! LONGER!") "no it's not nothing, you were doing me a favor, and i messed it up with my stupid jokes, let me make it up to you" she declared, "relax miss, you can make it up to me by giving me that left foot to massage, you can't leave a job half finished right?" i replied in a calm tone,
Ms. Samantha then smiled and calmed a bit and said "thank you, you're a great kid" and handed me her other foot, i finished my work there and headed home later, but i kept thinking about Ms. Samantha's feet especially that i got so close and even took a little whiff of that sweet sweet aroma, that thought haunted me for the rest of the day, and i nearly emptied my balls masturbating about it, hell i even wrote about it in my notebook (-come on you're making it a diary now
-shut up it's not a diary, it's a fantasy log, now shoo! scram! we don't need an inner monologue)

next day, as i was passing by the computers classroom, i got called out by Mr. Shaun, (obviously my computer science teacher), who asked for my help "you see those 3 system units..." he said while pointing to 3 computer cases laying on the floor "could you please load them in the back of my car" he resumed (they were probably inoperative or something, i didn't bother to ask), "yeah sure Mr.shaun", he gave me his car keys (obviously i was his most trustworthy student), i leaned down to pick one up, and Mr.Shaun said "be careful, they're heavy, you can leave your backpack here if you want, i'll keep an eye on it for you", i put my backpack on one of the desks, and went and picked up a computer case, held it sideways and told Mr.Shaun to put another one on top of it (obviously i can't make it in one trip so i aimed for two trips) but he said "i thought i told you to be careful, now just take them one at a time" (oh man! now i have to make three trips), it was aweful and pretty annoying but i managed to do it, and what made it worse is that i had to unlock his car, put the case in and relock it again THREE FUCKING TIMES (i couldn't just leave it open, my little paranoid sense was tingling, what if something would happen, i'd be held responsible, i mean the man trusted me), well there i was entering the computer science room after my third and final trip, and i saw Mr. Shaun talking with Ms. Samantha, i didn't wanna bother them since it sounded like she had an issue with her PC so i gave him his keys back, picked up my backpack and left.

next day after classes, i was called out again, (what the fuck man, are you the only student in there, can't they just call someone else) this time it was Ms. Samantha, she asked if i can do her a favor, (that sure rings a bell!) so i answered eagerly "sure, what it is?", she replied "the desk's drawer seems to be stuck or something, could you open it for me?" (-_- just that, looks like i got my hopes up for nothing, but i decided to help her anyway cause you know...dadada STUDENT MAN to the rescue! he will solve all teachers' problems), i grabbed the drawer's handle and was about to pull with all my force (you know showing off my strength and evrything) but it came open easily, i know i did nothing but i was about to open my mouth and say "there it's done" but something caught my attention and rendered me silent, inside the drawer i saw my black notebook, (but how? how is this even possible, i always had it with me inside...MY BACKPACK!, she must've acquired it somehow back then, dammit i should've checked my bag yesterday), Ms.Samantha took the notebook and sat on the chair, crossed her legs right on top, smiled and then said "some pretty interesting stuff you got here", i had nothing to say, i was totally caught off guard and backed into a corner, so i did what i do best, kept silent, Ms. Samantha started moving her foot in circles, and i got distracted by that inviting little gesture i even forgot the fucked-up situation i was in for a second, i mean she was wearing boots, of course i'll get distracted thinking about the rich aroma inside them, and fantasizing about savouring it (although it's obviously not the right time or place for it, but my fantasies kicked in and started to get out of control, especially that i already had a sample of what i was longing for, or maybe this was my subconcious' way of escaping this inconvience i had to deal with)

i heard Ms. Samatha says "hey are you listening?", so i looked at her and asked "have you read it?" (sure she did, and i already knew that, but i was desperately grasping for hope) so she smilingly answered "all of it" (i never wanted to get found out this way, why did she have to go and read my notebook, that's like the chamber of secrets, it must remain hidden, but it already happened so i might as well just make the best of it), i reached for Ms. Samantha's right leg, and pulled down the zipper of her boot, slowly taking it off almost like i was self teasing, i was instantly lured in by this enticing fragrance the moment her beautiful foot was released from the boot, she was wearing stockings the same legnth as her boots, and her sole looked quite damp with sweat, i eagerly buried my face in there feeling the heat, sweat and fragrance, which got me super aroused, i heard her laugh as she slided her foot to the left revealing my face, looked at me and said "is my stuffy smelly foot getting you aroused?", i followed her foot like i was being attracted by a magnet, and she moved it a bit further,laughed and then said "but it smells bad, what makes you want so much?", i looked her in the eyes and said "no it doesn't, it smells really sweet, your feet have such irresistable mouthwatering fragrance", "oh irresistble fragrance huh, if that's what it is to you, then here you can have your way with it" she replied putting her foot in my face again, some fibers of her stocking were coming undone at the ball of her foot, so i tore them open, making a hole revealing the base of her toes, i stuck my nose in there and started sniffing taking in as much as i could of that pleasant aroma, espacially that it was more richer there, i was so aroused i couldn't take it anymore, i ripped her stocking exposing her toes, and started hungrily sucking on them and licking in between them, i exposed her whole foot and started licking all over, carefully covering every inch of her sole as if i wanted to embed her sweet foot flavor on my taste buds,

Ms. Samantha put down her foot and said "you can't leave a job half finished right?", so i went and took off her other boot, and instead of my previous savage instinctive behaviour, i went with a more gentle approach, i took off her stocking slowly, held her foot in my hand and planted a kiss on her sole, she let out a cute little smile, i started kissing every spot of her foot while taking a whiff of her sweet foot fragrance before each kiss, feeling her foot sweat on my lips, i thought: "it must be very sweaty between her toes", i wanted more of that deliciousness i tasted earlier, so i brought her foot down a bit so her toes where at the level of my mouth, and started licking in between them thoroughly, my tongue was going through her toes like a snake, that taste, that sweet delicious taste, i want it, i want every last bit of it, my craving reverted me back to my previous state, and i started hungrily licking all over her foot, desiring the slightest hint of that sweet flavor (to hell with the gentle approach!) i grabbed her other foot with my other hand, pressed it against the big bulge in my pants and started rubbing it, my jeans precluded me from directly feeling her foot, so i started unzipping but she pulled away both her feet and said "let's leave that to another time, we're still in school you know, now zip up your fly",
i did so, and Ms.Samantha took off her ripped stocking, picked up the other one from the ground, rolled them up and put them in her purse before putting on her boots back, i looked at my notebook on her desk and said "can i have my notebook back?", "sure" she replied as she handed it to me, "aren't you glad i found out your little secret?" she asked, "i-i guess" i replied in a semi embarrassed tone, "well then, why don't you read me something from it, anything" she asked with a smile on her face, "but..that's..." i replied hesitantly, "come on, don't go all embarrassed on me, a moment ago you were basically making out with my feet unashamedly and last time i checked THAT is pretty embarrassing" she declared (um, she kinda have a point you know, so i decided to read her just the introduction from one of my stories about her, that would be way less embarrassing and she did say "anything"), i opened my notebook and flipped through pages, but they were all blank, empty , nothing on them, all my stories and drawings were gone (did she rip them off? no if she did that there would be nothing left in the notebook, i mean filled up the whole thing remember) i flipped to the last page and there was a picture of a smiling face ";)"
"hey this isn't mine!" i said surprised, and then i rushed to my backpack and checked inside its secret pocket, only to find my notebook still stashed in there, now that i think about it, the edges of my notebook were a little worn out, and this one looked brand new, i looked at Ms. Samantha and she smiled and said "you still owe me a new pair of stockings though"