UnderFoot in the Office ***ADULTS ONLY***

Chapter Two

Later that evening, Richard sat on his bedroom floor in front of the open closet. Inside were an array of women's shoes. Some he had found but the pair he picked out had belonged to a young girl who went to his gym.
He had stolen them, a fact that he was not proud of, but as with most things he justified his actions.
The girl, he did not know her name, had removed her running shoes and left them beside her yoga mat during a class. Richard did not really like yoga but the woman in the class were barefoot and he could not resist. On the day in question there had been a fire alarm and while most people had grabbed their shoes, for some reason the young girl had left her's. Richard had grabbed them on his way out, telling himself he would find her and give them back, but of course he had kept them instead.
At the next class, he had felt her staring at him intently and he wondered if she would confront him but she had not. He was surprised by this but not very. People were generally too polite to come right out and accuse you of stealing, unless they were one-hundred-percent sure of your guilt. Even then, many shied away from the confrontation, preferring to just move on with their lives.
Now he lifted the shoe and brought it to his face. It smelled of rubber and leather with a hint of perfume. Or perhaps it was some scented soap. This was ideal as he was not interested in the smell of feet Persay. He delighted in clean delicate feet with long toes and pink dry soles. The flowery clean smell of the shoes was a wonderful bonus as other running shoes he had obtained usually contained a horrible sweaty musky odour that reminded him of strong cheese.
He caressed the shoes, running his hand inside along the smooth foam of the insole and imagining the girls bare feet as he did so. Richard used his other hand to squeeze himself, not masturbating but just teasing. He could cum like this and often did, relishing the slow build of pressure and pleasure.

The sudden ring of the telephone made him jump, and he flung the left shoe into the closet guiltily. His heart was in his throat as he stood and reached across the bed to the cordless on his side table.
He breathed deeply, letting the phone ring a third time before he pressed the answer key and put the handset to his ear.
"Hello?" He said and was pleased by the fact that he sounded completely normal.
"Richard?" It was a woman, and he knew the voice, but could not place it immediately.
"Uh... yes?"
"Oh, thank goodness," she said. "It's Cindy, from work... I looked you up in the phone book, I hope you don't mind."
"Cindy?" He sat down on the bed in utter amazement. "I..." he started and then stopped not knowing what to say.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause and he could hear a clock ticking on her end of the call.
His brain screamed,'Say something you moron! Speak... open your mouth and speak!' but he just sat there, his mouth working like a fish out of water.
To his relief she broke the silence.
"This is Richard Crane isn't it." She asked timidly.
He found his tongue then. "Yes, yes, of course. Hello Cindy."
Richard caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror affixed to the inside of the closet door. He was wearing a big stupid grin and his erection was making a rediculous tent in his boxers. He turned away from the reflection in disgust and rolled onto his back on the bed, holding the phone to his ear. His arms and legs were flung out like a sixteen-year-old girl talking to the captain of the football team.
"I'm so sorry to bother you at home Richard but..." she began.
"Not at all Cindy, it's so nice to talk to you!" He blurted, and immediately felt foolish.
To his relief she gave a small laugh. "You too. Anyway the reason I called was because... well you did say you were going to the office tomorrow didn't you?"
Richards eyes lit up and his grin widened. "Yes, yes I did... I mean... I am... I will be there!"
There was another pause and he hated himself for sounding so needy.
"I was wondering, if it's not too much to ask, if you could give me a ride?" Cindy asked her tone quiet and earnest. "It's just that... my car seems to have broken down. I got home, just barely, but I don't want to risk it. I've called by mechanic but they aren't open tomorrow." She was babbling, the words tumbling out and Richard suddenly felt heroic, like a brave knight with an opportunity to save the damsel in distress.
"I'd be happy to!" He said and then chided himself for the eagerness in his voice.
Cindy sounded uncertain. "You're sure it's no bother... I mean I could..."
"Nonsense, just let me write down your address."
Richard got a pen and paper then took down the information from Cindy and hung up the phone.
Grinning happily he tucked the women's shoes back into his bedroom closet and stripped off his clothes. He stood before the long mirror naked and assessed himself. His erection still jutted out proudly from its unruly thatch of curly brown pubic hair. He wasn't porn-star huge but definitely above average. His belly was flat-ish and he was in pretty good shape.
Richard closed the closet door and pictured Cindy... then he pictured he perfect toes and sighed. Maybe, If he played his cards right... Well he didn't want to get ahead of himself but he would need to do some man-scraping, just in case