Here you were promised a proper vacation to celebrate your good grades for the semester but that quickly devolved into being stuck in an average hotel chain while your dad was on business.
You made your complaints heard and your dad said he'd make it up to you... once he was finished with all his work.
Rather than being cooped up in the room, you figured a swim at the pool would be nice.
Upon making your way to the pool, you found out it was indoors. Not like it makes much of a difference as the sun was down, but something about indoor pools rubbed you the wrong way.
There was only one person in there, an older business looking woman on her computer. You could see her flats aside her lawn chair.
You try being friendly and saying hello. She looks up from her computer but doesn't say anything before returning to her work.
That annoyed you.
Trying to at least enjoy the water you chose to first swim in the bigger pool. You would try to do some laps and splash around when suddenly the woman spoke to you.
"Excuse me, but could you please refrain from all that splashing about and noise".
She said it so firm, her cold demeanor kinda excited you.
You apologize and make your way out of the pool.
Feeling guilty she says, "Ugh no I didn't mean you had to leave. Look I'm just a little overworked and this was the only place that was ever any quiet. For gods sake you're the first person whose come in here the past two hours".
You begin trying to comfort her and make your way closer.
"Woah that wasn't an invitation for a therapy session. I am still bombarded with work, I just wanted to clarify that you aren't unwelcome here".
Just like that her cold exterior came back.
You thank her and move towards the hot tub she was sitting closest to. You figured you could relax and not make noise that'd disturb her.
After submerging most of your body in the heat and bubbles of the pool, you gaze at her soles.
Perfectly shaped and they rubbed against each other in a way that drove you crazy. You sneakily began to touch yourself as you stared at her feet.
You couldn't help but audibly awe as you rubbed one out to her feet.
In your state you didn't notice her begin to look at you as the timer for the bubbles came to an end.
"What are you doing over there?" her sudden conversation startled you.
You stammer unable to answer as she commands you to stop wacking your hog.
You put up your arms out of the water and apologize for staring at her feet.
She closes her laptop. "My feet you say. Hmph my ego was telling me my looks were getting you off but I suppose my feet could be included in that. So you think they're attractive... well thats obvious".
Still holding your position, she says, "Oh please you can put your arms down. A foot fetishist huh, met a few back in my day"
Perking up, you inquire more about that.
"Sure many boys would try to tickle my feet or they'd steal my shoes to do who knows what".
She begins chuckling while reminiscing.
"So do you want to steal my shoes? Perhaps go sniff them? Oh me, I won't look" she said grinning then reopening her laptop.
As her eyes focused elsewhere you emerged out of the water and towards her shoe.
Before grabbing them, she snapped "Dry your hands, I do not want water on my shoes".
Using a towel, you then got to work.
You sat by her lawn chair and picked up her shoe. The brand indicated some European designer and the number indicated it was a size 43.
Placing her shoe over your face, you melted from the amazing smell of her foot.
"Ugh pervert" she said watching you in disgust.
Immediately a wave of shame washed over you.
"Your parents must not know about your... tastes. Tell me when did you first know you had this".
After shaking your head, you ponder and say you can't remember.
"Logically I must assume that you've been a pervert all your life. Well don't let me stop you... enjoy".
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