Footgirl History continuation: The Lifeguard Over time I ge..

Footgirl History continuation: The Lifeguard Over time I get used to using his little Office area to store my things behind a locked door. I leave the flip flops I worked in that day in his office every day, switching into the ones I left the day before. I figured that if I left him fresh sweaty pairs every day, he may give in eventually and I might catch him leaving a gift on my shoe. I desired this so badly I could feel it in my chest. The pair I would leave each day would be damp with my foot-sweat. They also made that shelf smell like my feet for a little bit. Now, you may ask: "Miss Michelle, why didn't you just tease him in the pool with your bare feet?" I hear you dearest reader! I didn't because his job was literally to Guard Lives. If I was going to catch him, it had to be after pool hours. I had gone home each day hoping to myself that he became a little closer to breaking and masturbating over my flip flops. I imagined it often, walking in to find stains shot all over my shoes. Days turn to a month before it finally happens. I'm walking out of the building when it dawns on me, I left my little radio in his office. Once I see his window I stop and try to be out of sight. His hand is feeling my freshly changed flip flop. My legs almost give out from under me at this discovery. I decide to leave him alone to embrace it and go home. Knowing he would turn in the radio for me, at my comedic expense no doubt. The following day, I excitedly return to the office to sadly find that there are no hastily cleaned up stains. However, they are disturbed from where I had placed them. I quickly swap the ones I wore here into the others on the shelf and leave the office. Throughout my duties I pass him a few times, and I always fantasize about seeing him masturbate himself onto my sweaty footprints. I'm trying to get the internal courage to just ask him if he likes my shoes. Talking to a foot fetishist online is a whole different world than in-person. I was terrified to embarrassing him into not talking to me anymore. Or worse, volunteering elsewhere. This had happened once my senior year. (A story for another time.) At the end of this day, I find myself relaxing in his office as it has a direct connection to the Air Conditioning. As he sits there doing the daily logs, I flat out ask him. "Do you enjoy the shoes I leave here?" Stammering and blushing, struck without an immediate answer he says he doesn't mind. So I press on, "Do you ever touch them? I noticed they were moved the other day." He replies "Yes, sometimes I have to move them." and to this I say "Well, how do they feel?" "Like shoes" he replies. I then reveal that I saw him feeling the imprints with his hand, he could have very easily denied it but he didn't. He admitted to getting curious about what they might feel like after moving them a couple of times. This was music to my ears. I flat out say "You can be curious anytime you want." I then get up and swap my now sweaty hours worn flip flops into the shelved pair and go home. Do you like the story so far? A tale of your Miss, chasing a boy for his cum on her feet? :) Part 3 coming Wednesday, time to get to work! :D