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Watching Her Feet at Work

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I was staring at her feet and couldn't help myself.


Last weekend, I volunteered to work an overnight shift since this particular section had a number of people with vacation time. A friend of mine there told me it would be pretty easy since nights had been pretty slow lately, hence all the vacation time. Basically, all I needed to do was help out a patient if they needed something. Since it was general observation unit, there may be a few random nurse calls but most of the people would likely be asleep while I was there. Anyway, I had arrived for the shift a few minutes earlier than most of the staff. When the unit secretary came in, she was wearing a pair of flip flops along with her scrubs. That alone isn't anything out of the ordinary; as hot as it's been lately I have seen many workers walk in wearing sandals and change into socks and nurses’ clogs or sneakers when their shift starts. This girl, however, sat down, took her slippers off, and then pulled a pair of dark brown leather moccasins out of her bag, slipping her bare feet into them. I don't know how often she wore them like that, but for the first few hours of the shift, I tried to steal a look at her feet. Every chance I got I would peek down and get a good look at her pale feet between her pants and shoes. If I was lucky, her heels would pop out of the backs. The night went on. After midnight, it really started slowing down and, by about 2:30 AM, the work all but stopped. I guess she was used to it because, by that point, she had pulled her tablet out of her bag and was completely focused on it. The two nurses were elsewhere, I would assume in one of the employee rooms, so it was just the two of us at the nurses' station. She was engrossed in her tablet and wasn't talkative at all. I was sitting there glancing at my phone when I noticed she moved around and pulled her legs up; she was now in her seat sitting Indian-style. I kept glancing over and then it happened: she reached down and casually pulled her shoes off and set them down under the desk, exposing her bare soles to me. Still looking at her tablet, every so often, she would almost absentmindedly reach down and rub her foot or run her fingers between her toes. Watching this, I was getting hard in a hurry and my cock was throbbing and needing attention. I was about to go to the bathroom and jerk off, but something came over me and I started rubbing myself right there. I knew I couldn't openly start stroking. So, under the table, I grabbed onto my cock through my pants and started massaging the underside of the shaft with my fingertips. It was definitely a different sensation. After a couple minutes, though, it started feeling really good. I was acting like I was looking at my phone, but I kept staring at her pink bare feet. I was watching her stretch and wiggle her toes, thinking about how they smelled after being in those sweaty leather shoes for hours. I kept at it for 10 minutes or so, maybe 15, and I could really feel something happening. Not like when I normally masturbate, but almost like a fluttering feeling from my belly down to my balls. I kept going, digging my fingers in deeper, just hoping that a call light wouldn't go off. Please, not now. I knew I was extremely close. There was a tingling now flowing from the base down to the tip. I imagined myself kneeling down by her, slowly licking her feet and slipping each of her toes into my mouth. Then it happened; I started cumming. Not a normal shooting orgasm, but a deep, flowing cum. With each pulse, I could feel another glob of hot cum dump out of the tip, slowly rolling down and coating my boxers, pants and leg. I waited a few minutes for my erection to pass. She never looked up from her tablet once. Luckily the hallways were mostly dark, so I got up and walked down to the bathroom, the large wet spot started to feel slimy and cold. I went into the stall and pulled down my pants, seeing the thick, messy load I had made. I wiped up as much as I could and sat there for a few minutes letting it dry before I figured I needed to get back. It was a good thing that my pants were dark so nothing could be seen, because my underwear was cold and wet for some time after that. She still sat there barefoot for a while, now with her feet sliding back and forth against the carpet. Eventually she slid her toes back down into her shoes when she had to get up for some paperwork. The rest of the shift went on. Towards sunup, some of the rooms started calling for things, but happily no one noticed the cum-shot that had stained my pants. When it was time to go I was back at the desk when she changed out of those shoes, her feet again looking warm and sweaty. As we left I walked a little behind her, watching and hearing her sandals slap against her slender feet. When I got home, even though I was pretty tired from working a different shift, I needed to masturbate again. This time I jerked it wildly and let the cum fly wherever. I caught my breath and took a quick shower before going back to bed and falling asleep naked on top of the sheets. Since that night, I have thought about her beautiful feet when I jerked off, and the fact that she had no clue I was staring at them the first time I came.

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