High School of the Dead Feet

The shaky interior of the school bus woke you from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes, the memories of your escape from school filled your mind. Survival in that situation would have been impossible if not for your savior. You reached up to your bandage, peeling its adhesive borders off your skin. The debilitating wound it covered had started recovering while you were asleep, so it was now nothing more than a wretched souvenir. Tossing this bandage on the floor, you resumed focus onto your fellow survivors.

Shizuka was right in front of you, proudly at the helm of the bus. She drove according to the directions that were plastered on an evacuation pamphlet. The other teacher who joined your exodus from the school preached an unknown sermon to the rest of the students who escaped alongside him. While curious about his actions, your thoughts were separate from those of the others. The only thing that filled your mind was Shizuka. You thought about the reward she gave you before escaping. Never had you expected to receive a kiss from a grown adult, and no less from such an attractive woman. You stared at her, only catching yourself when Shizuka peeked at you from the corner of her eye.

“Psst!” She called for your attention, cutely waving you to come closer. There was no way you would refuse a plea from this woman. You followed her bout of secrecy, ensuring no one was looking before shifting to the edge of your seat and leaning towards her. “I need a huge favor…” Shizuka whispered, an unusual amount of concern filling her voice. “One of my slippers fell off… and I can’t get it back on.”

Your words got caught in your throat upon the slightest mention of her feet. “..What?”

“I think it’s stuck behind the gas pedal…” Shizuka pointed to her feet, beneath the massive dashboard of the school bus. You knew that she was asking you to retrieve it, and for such a request, you were totally compliant. “Alright, I’ll get it for you.” Your savior seemed overwhelmingly pleased upon hearing this response. Shizuka peeked back towards the other teacher, who was unwittingly distracting the rest of the students on board the bus. “Quick, come here!” She said, pushing you down and rushing you into the empty space between her legs.

With a little bit of repositioning, you found your head comfortably snug between her lower thighs. The puffy, marshmallow-like consistency of her flesh left you flustered, but no more than the thought of exploring the depths where her feet lurked. The engine block radiated an extraordinary amount of heat, turning this nook of the vehicle into a sweltering alcove. While faint, you could discern the scent of a fruity body wash rising upward. This delightful fragrance was left to stagnate alongside the sweat that your savior was sure to accumulate over the course of the day. The resulting aroma left an impactful twinge in your consciousness, further cementing your hesitance. After all, it was unclear whether you would be able to control your mounting excitement in such an environment.

While you struggled to begin your search for the slipper, Shizuka grew impatient with your extended presence between her thighs. “Please, hurry!” She shoved you downward, pleading for your compliance.

Forced into this dim crevice, your eyes were slow to adjust to the darkened interior. The faint scent that you noted earlier grew stronger, and noticeably more enjoyable. After a couple of seconds absorbing this fragrance, your eyes had attuned enough to examine its source. The feet of your benefactor were in front of you. Her left foot was still clad in a slipper, hanging just out of reach to ensure you had the room to conduct your search. However, her right foot was left bare. Shizuka carefully administered pressure to the gas pedal with her toes, blissfully unaware of the erogenous scent wafting off her feet.

The entirety of her sole was left exposed, revealing the smooth and calloused skin that she had to offer. Judging by her skin, you found that your savior was one to frequent the beach, as the exfoliating effects of the sand were present even now. This looked to be the primary cause for the smoothness that her foot displayed. Alongside this, it seemed as though Shizuka received recurrent pedicures to maintain the length and symmetry of her unpainted toenails. This was an admirable quality, and you knew that she would likely turn to you for a continuation of such activities in the future. While fantasizing about these moments, you caught sight of the troublesome slipper that strayed too far from its foot. This item was stuck in a precarious position – wedged in-between the gas pedal and the interior of the bus. While this slipper was within reach, you needed a better vantage point in order to correctly dislodge it.

Crawling forward, you brought yourself closer to this mischievous piece of footwear. You reached out and gripped the slipper in order to negotiate its gentle extraction. Before starting, you drew your first breath from this position, and all progress came to an immediate stop. You laid there stunned, trying to register what just occurred within you. You had just inhaled a breath of heated air, heavily laced with the perspiring fragrance that drifted off the foot of your benefactor. The scent was indomitably more intense than before, and the warmth beneath this dashboard made it so this was all you could breathe. As you felt the punishing scent flood your lungs a second time, you scrolled your eyes to gaze upon the absurdly close bare foot of your savior. You knew this was a dangerous situation. 

Forced to withstand this pleasurable aroma, your retrieval of the slipper was forgotten. The climate around you grew stuffier as the seconds passed, influenced by your insulating presence beneath the dashboard. But still you laid there, fighting for every breath. You felt nothing of the neutral air that once filled your lungs, but only the prevailing scent of your mature benefactor. The attraction you felt for Shizuka was growing, and it was clear that the scent of her feet was the cause for this affliction. All of your emotions you held for this woman were blending together, creating a muddled sense of lust that took its toll on you. The fortitude you displayed was strong, but upon reaching it limit, your vision dulled as you focused in on the closest part of her bare foot – her lovely, voluptuous heel.

Leaning forward, the urges that filled your mind conflicted with the slightest bit of rationality that was still present. Your conscience hoped that entertaining this desire for a moment would be enough to dissuade it from doing anything too extreme. With this thought in mind, you pressed your lips against the back of her heel. “Ah! Please be careful down there!” Shizuka was quick to react, but was unable to discern which part of your body touched this sensitive part of her foot. She dismissed this as no more than an accident, but that was far from the truth. You were left reeling in pleasure from this simple kiss. As you imagined, the scent of her foot was strongest at its source, but you found an unexpected, secondary benefit. Where your lips had made contact with the dimensions of her heel, you noticed the slightest tinge of her precious flavor. In this moment, your hopes of ending this safely were dashed; the kiss did not satisfy your desire… it left you thirsting for even more.