This idea strongly pierces through your mind like an arrow, despite the huge danger it offers. You have vast experience about your teacher's stern, rigorous demeanour when it comes to punishing misbehaving students, but even so you are now more than decided to take the risk. It's not for chance you are an adventurous person in everything in your life, let alone with something related to your foot fetishism. Besides, you already knew the risks on offering a relaxing foot massage to one of the strictest teachers you've gone into so far and gladly accepted it upon signing up the blank dotted line. You now have no other option than going on, so it's now or never... you won't go back home today like a wormy loser if you capture the sweet smell of Helena Bertinelli's sexy feet in your nostrils, because they are practically begging for this.
Wishing to act once and for all, you know it1s just a matter of time or uncomfort to cause Helena to open her eyes and return her focus on you, so you quickly come up with a highly risky - but apparently with the same high proportion of being unfailable - idea: you apply slightly stronger pressures with your fingers to keep Helena relaxed and stop her from eventually paying attention to you, but at the same time you must keep your hands constantly busy on her feet so that she doesn't feel the lack of massage. Concocting this, you keep applying good pressures on several areas of her pretty feet, maintaining Helena in a kind of "dormant consciousness" state. She keeps herself laid back on her chair, eyes closed, moaning in extreme pleasure, and it looks like she won't wake up from this soon. "Finally the time has come", you think victoriously, "the time to collect this divine aroma of sweaty female feet". Since your hands are occupied with her heel, it's finally the golden opportunity you've always looked forward for. Cautious and slowly, you raise her right foot at the height of your face, approach the tip of your nose towards her foot's solar plex (the soft fleshy "pad" between the sole area and the roots of the toes) and finally takes a deep, silent inhale from it. Considering the exposure to the air, most of her foot sweat has dried up completely but there is still some in good amount to produce the scent you want to feel. "Hmm, not bad at all...", you think in happiness, your heart beating extremely fast, your forehead bathing in a cold sweat. "Oh, man... if I had to die now, I'd die in pleasure just by sniffing this delicious foot! I feel like in Heaven..." You consider mentally that your patience paid off! Once she dropped her attention, you attacked and hit the jackpot! Helena's right bare foot smells extremely like a vague mixture of foot sweat, shoe leather, a bit of souring cheese, vinegar and a very faint trait of strawberry-scented foot lotion she might have rubbed on her soles earlier in that day. Definitely, you are a lucky boy for the privilege of sniffing one of the most beautiful and sexiest women you've known in life, even if she's most of time a strict, demanding and few-talking mathematics teacher.
But, nearly ruining it all, you notice just in time that you dove into ecstacy on sniffing Helena's right foot and forgot to keep your hands massaging the rest of her feet, thus breaking her relax and almost getting you troubled. "Rats! I nearly blew it all!", you think angrily for yourself, but cautiously to not show any clues of your emotions through your face. As her eyes open and her attention lands upon you, Helena's face goes straight and her eyes glance at you menacingly. It is a situation like if she's mentally asking you why did you stop massaging and demanding to continue it. After a few 2 minutes of you working hard back on her feet, Helena once again falls into the same relaxation state as before, offering you another chance of smelling her feet again, since you don't commit the mistake again... Once your path is clear, you return your nose towards her right foot sole and decides to fully explore it: keeping the work of your hands at full length, you take some more good sniffs from her instep, arch, ball, hell and in-between her toes. Oooh, each area varies the intensity of the smell, but the smell itself is the same in all them. Helena's foot odor is still quite strong - particularly more intense between the toes and solar plex - and threatens to knock you out, but you keep it up and reamin smelling it dearly.
"Oh yeah! That feels so good... something I've never had before... keep up your great work!", she pleads with eyes sweetly shut. "Right, dear teacher, I'll keep on sniffing your feet very good!", you think cynically.
Eventually, you decide to switch to Helena's left foot. You restart the "foot odor journey" by sniffing right at between the toes, taking maximum caution to not awake Helena. You pass on to arch, instep, ball, solar plex and finish by smelling the heel region. It's quite difficult to divide your mind between sniffing her feet and keep massaging, but you try your best to not ruin everything. After a few seconds of sniffing, you decide to grab both her feet at once to please yourself even more. "Double feet, double scent, double reward!", you think. "This cannot be ruined anyway possible. It's absolute paradise for me!"
About 30 minutes of pure foot odor sniff have elapsed, and you decide to stop it. Now, you feel more than satisfied on the sweet stench of Helena Bertinelli's gorgeous bare feet. It's highly probable that tonight you will have lots of pleasant dreams involving her sexy foot soles.
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