At the request of one of my students I will tell a short sto..

At the request of one of my students I will tell a short story. When your Mommy was in college, she had quite a fun time as you can imagine. During my time I had a few different jobs. One of them was a cleaning gig for upscale homes. Luckily, due to my boss living in the neighborhood we served most homes were empty during cleaning. Residents being at work and leaving her the door code. She would drive us in a nice van to each home on the list, input the code and let you in. You would text her and wait on the front deck/sidewalk for pickup to the next home. It was a good system and because these people were Doctors, Lawyers etc. the homes were never difficult to clean. One Monday morning I and another employee are let into one of the larger homes together. As is customary, we remove our shoes before walking inside. I of course never wore socks because I would be working outside my shoes all day anyway. I kept them clean; nobody wants cleaning chemicals on their feet, right? I happened to notice my co-worker look down at my feet a little too long and like a certain superhero my senses tingle. I found a foot fetishist and I am alone in this house with him. Unable to help myself whatsoever, I begin to work with my soles showing as often as I can. Scrunching up my toes each time I had to strain. At this point in my life, I am a Footgirl down to my DNA. My body feels as if it acts on its own sometimes. I would be cleaning as my feet would shift and tease mostly without thought. (Picture #1 might look how I did reaching for the slightly high windows. My coworker attends the same college at this time.) After a few hours of work, it is break time. We go to sit in the basement, as it seemed mostly unused and most basements are chill compared to upstairs. I take a moment to clean my soles of any dirt and sit. Once seated I stick my foot forward and say: "I think I got a splinter, could you check?" He seems surprised at first and then takes my foot in hand to check. I can clearly see his thin shorts are stirring. He says that he can't find any splinters and I say "huh, thats strange, I thought I felt one. I dont suppose you'd be able to keep moving that thumb you checked with around hmm?" He looks stunned again before he says "I can do that" Before he can get both hands on my foot I just come out with it and say: "You have a foot fetish don't you?" He stutters with: "How did you figure me out?" I of course tell him that his peeking needs work, I saw it clear as day! I can see that he is nervous about this. I know that any of you would be too, not wanting to mess up a chance to explore your foot fetish. I get off on this and rest my free foot against what I can see is a growing bulge at the situation. I ask: "Is this okay?" He tells me: "Yes, that feels amaz-" he stops short and blushes while closing his eyes, I can feel his body shuttering and his cock throbbing shortly before I can feel my sole getting wet through his thin summer shorts. I also have a tiny ruined orgasm as this type of ultimate surrender to my feet is like #1 Kink for me & I was still a thing in her early 20's. After he is obviously done cumming I smile and tell him its totally okay and not to be upset. I do my best to assure him to not be ashamed. After he catches his breath I allow him to finish his foot massage and we continue the house. Unfortunately, I only got to work with him one other time after this. If you Students are well behaved I might just tell you part 2. :)