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Foot fetish with a twist

I immigrated to the Green Bay area after I graduated College with a BA in Finance. A discipline that keeps you to yourself and you spend your day crunching numbers and write reports. I’m a very feminine woman, I love wearing lingerie and nylons, any type of nylons (pantyhose, thigh high, etc.) After a few years, I was given bigger projects and it got me to interact more with other co-workers, which wasn’t always pleasant. Males always want to be right and there are not always right.
After a few months, in my new role, I ended up building a good relationship with a few of my peers. We would eat lunch together and sometimes go out after a hard day of number crunching and let out some steam. All things considered, some of my male counterparts weren’t as bad as anticipated. A few weeks ago, it was a late October the first snowfall happened, I came to office wearing a business suit/skirt outfit and was wearing boots, entering my cubicle, hung my coat and proceed to sit down and remove my boots, as I’m putting my shoes on, I notice from the corner of my eyes, my coworker (Dean) looking at my feet. I kept going pretending I didn’t see him. During the day, he would come and “peak” in my office with lame questions and stare at my feet. Again, I ignored his glancing sight toward my feet. Which confirmed my suspicion that he had a severe foot fetish.
That went on for a few weeks, which is where I started a few times a day to remove my shoes and rub my feet in his direction pretending they were hurting. Every time, he casually pretends working while staring at my feet almost drooling. One day I noticed a hard-on in his trousers, and it was a significant one.
Side note; any girl that tells you that size doesn’t matter, she lied!!!
Again, a few days later, we ended up having to work late to finish a Power-point presentation. Knowing this, I purposely wore a skirt, blouse pantyhose, and peep toe shoes. It was about 8 PM and we were the only two left in the office finishing the presentation. We were in the conference room so we could have more room. Dean, was typing the last slide and I removed one shoe and rubbed my feet, my toenails were bright pink and I saw his head turn to stare at my foot and he lift his head to find me staring at him, I said, “you like?”

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