As Richard stepped out of the door, he hastily put on his boots. What little light you could see before was quickly drowned out as Richard's green socks flew towards you. Without much of a thought you just put your hands up and cover your face as the masculine size 12 feet slide up right against your tiny, two-inch body. You can hear him cursing loudly above you, a quickly-becoming familiar *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* as Richard runs to his truck.
As he slides into the driver's side seat, he quickly starts the truck and floors it to get across town in time. In his boot, things are equally stressful as you feel around your new, temporary home. The thick material doesn't give way to your tiny pressing, but as you slide your hand along the damp cloth, you feel a hole in the material, a rather large hole in fact. Without much hope of escape for now but your earlier feelings burning, you slide your upper body through the hole, crawling into his sock and finding yourself between his big toe and the next. Without much thought, you lean your head in, licking in between his toes and swallowing the already forming toe-jam, "I may be fucked in the near future, but I may as well get what I can out of this." You can already feel the heat radiating from his foot, sweat forming around your tiny body, drenching you already.
As the long drive continues, you slide the rest of your body into Richard's sock, leaning your back up in between his toes, laying your head on the top of his foot, using his toes as an armrest. For the moment you're safe, he's so preoccupied that he doesn't even feel you down there. You sigh slightly, unsure of what's going to happen later in the day as you wipe his footsweat from your forehead. For now, the lull of the motor, heat of the boot, and wonderful scent of Richard's foot cause your to doze off for now.