Good morning! It's a very rainy day here at Miss's place. So..

Good morning! It's a very rainy day here at Miss's place. So lets finish up that tale shall we? Part 3 of the Lifeguard. Having caught him touching my flip flops had sent me into a horny rage. I wanted him to enjoy my flip flops even more. Being ever so shakingly patient I do have to miss one day due to being too busy with school. I come by the facility after most have closed their stations and have left, to swap my current flip flops out with the ones from the day before. Only to find that they aren't there. It dawns on me that he has taken them after a full search of the small office reveals nothing. My heart begins pounding in my chest and I leave trying to repress a gigantic smile. At home that night I fap myself to sleep. The next day I return to find them on the same shelf, I swap them as normal. My legs twitching a bit when I slip on the pair that I left. He is in the pool area teaching swim class, so I leave him be for now. He waves when he sees me walking out. I hope that he notices the fresh pair I leave for him. I had been racking my mind all day trying to think of how to approach the missing flip flops situation. I wanted things to escalate but didn't want him to get nervous and stop doing things with my shoes. Then it finally dawns on me that I could just outright ask for a short foot massage and let things escalate from there. So I make this my mission, I scout his office here and there to see if he's looking at my shoes. Waiting slyly for my chance to strike as his last group leaves the pool. He seems exhausted and truthfully so am I. I need this foot massage for more reasons than just one! I make my way inside while he does paperwork and I sit and start dipping my flip flop, slapping it and saying "Hey! Would you mind jamming your thumbs into my arches?" Pointing to the foot I'm playing with. "He scoots his chair back and pats his leg almost excitedly. I happily oblige, knowing I'm about to go to heaven, & I do. His thumbs jam into weeks of muscle tension from the constant walking I have to do at the time. Silly me, being in my 20's and dumb. I wear flip flops all the time because I'm a naughty girl fishing for foot fetishists. Goodness me, I seem to have finally caught one after a long dry spell! ;D Almost immediately I can notice his growing tent. I think he noticed me staring at it because he apologized and tried to explain that men's dicks react to things strangely sometimes. I smile and tell him: "I know, we had the same sex ed teacher, dude." We both laugh at that remark. I lift my other foot and cross it over the one he is on, as a sly way to ask him to switch his focus to the other foot. I'm thinking to myself: "Okay perfect, I've got both feet on him. He is clearly hard and acknowledges it, I hope this doesn't make him upset." I feign a large stretch, taking my top foot back to his tent. I rest it there and can feel how raging he is. Coming back to my position, I apologize and ask him to continue. He is now blushing. I can smell the prey now. Nothing else matters. I smile and return my foot to his tent, proclaiming "What's this I feel? Haha!" I wiggle my toes on it and the pad of my foot. He rubs my other and is beginning to pick up his breathing. "What's wrong?" I say, "I thought this was normal?" He is unable to or wont reply. So, I continue with my teasing and pick up the pace. It feels amazing under my sole. The rock solid, throbbing, leaking passion building in his pants has me squirming in my chair a little bit. I MUST make it cum for my feet. It so clearly wants my foot to please it! I change position slightly to rest my entire sole on the tent and I rub up and down. My whole foot from heel to toe, going up and down from base to tip, over and over again. He is blushing and panting now. I can feel his cock is about to surrender to my soles all over the inside of his pants. Any second he will give it all to me. To assure this, I rest both feet on his tent, doing the same thing, but double! It takes all of 3 up and down strokes like this to make the pants avalanche begin. It drips down his tent and onto my soles, which makes my legs shake a bit. Luckily, being a swim instructor, these were just his work pants he changes out of before going home. Without many words, I leave to give him privacy to change. Feeling complete pride within myself, later that night I vibe myself until I crash, hard. I hope you enjoyed this first take of Michelle & The Lifeguard!