Hand Held Fantasies - The Girl in the Library
* I decided ..
🕑 Added 2022-04-17 00:11:56 +0000 UTC
Hand Held Fantasies - The Girl in the Library
* I decided that this teasing series was worthy of one of my sexy short stories 😎
You’re standing in no man’s land of our university library. Aka, the history section on the top floor. It’s exam season. Outside you can hear the faint laughter of fellow student’s as they make their way down the hill to the university bar. People who, unlike you, didn’t wait until the last minute to cram in all their studying. People who kept up with the hard work, and are now reaping the stress free beer, vodka and tequila flavoured benefits of doing so…
Your mind snaps back to the endless sea of books. Boring, dry, dusty books, laid out in rows as far as the eye can see. A loathing feeling of bitter despair for these books washes over you, as you begin to trudge reluctantly down the first isle, urging yourself to make some sad effort to actually look for ones that might help your studying cause.
After marching down 5 isles, not only are your hands are still void of any books, but it’s become painfully clear that you’re literally the only person on this floor of the library! You allow a dramatic laugh to yourself at how depressing this is… You exit the last isle, hands still empty, and round the corner of the library to double back and restart you effort. That’s when you see me! I’m sitting in the corner at the opposite end of the isle with my back to you, a mountain of books surrounding me on the table, like some kind of depressing castle of literature. You’re not alone up here? What a relief! However, this happy thought is quickly interrupted by an even happier thought, when your eyes catch sight of something that instantly wakes your slumbering cock…
Even from the opposite end of the isle, you can make out as clear as day, my bare feet popping in and out of my blue flats in a natural fidgeting fashion! You’ve loved feet for as long as you can remember, and the sight of a girls candid soles has always made you so hot and happy! What a sight for sore eyes you think to yourself, seeing something so joyous in a place so void of joy! You begin to make your way closer to me… You intentions are twofold: To get a quick but closer look at my feet as I shoe play, more specifically the details of my soles, and to casually say “hi” in an effort not to startle me or come off as some kind of “creeper.”
You decide to get close enough to clearly make out the details of soles first, before saying hello, this way you can at least make your personal rating of them and take a mental picture if they’re hot. You try to walk quietly & casually, but not too quiet and casually, as to not freak me out if I happen to turn around. You get about halfway up the isle before you’re able to make out the full details of my soles…
In a word: Incredible. My soles are painted in a subtle but obvious pink hue, and paired with their plump, creamy texture, the thought of cotton candy comes to your mind! Even more impressive than that, are the countless deep, elegant wrinkles, interweaved in my arches, heels & cotton candy soles, like a sweet river of visual foot fetish erotica! Speaking of arches, the position in which I’m fidgeting my left flat is perfect: Weight fully on my toes pressed to the floor, completely popping it off my sole, and showcasing the full curve of my high arch! It’s perfection. As the final cherry on top, it looks like my very soft soles are a bit hot and sweaty too? Most likely from being barefoot in these flats? You find yourself fantasizing about just how long I’ve been barefoot in them… (I wonder what it would have done to your body in that moment, to find out it had been almost 11 hours at that point?)
Unfortunately, like all good things they must come to an end, and you accept this as you continue to casually walk closer to me, taking that mental picture of my perfect left sole to save for later… With some regret, and as nonchalantly as possible, you finally say “Hello.” (Nothing) You slow your walk to a snails pace. “Hey.” (No response) “Hi?” (Still nothing) That’s when you notice for the first time, that I’ve got my air pods in while I’m studying. You take in the scene a bit closer and it’s clear that I’m off in my own little world, most likely so focused and “in the zone” because I want to finish studying and get the hell out of this library! You have no idea how loud my music is, so you clear your throat a bit, and decide to say hello in a much more obvious volume… “Hey!” (Still nothing)
That’s when a rather crazy idea comes to your mind! An idea so crazy, that you can’t believe you’re actually pondering it! An idea based purely in the world of your wildest, happiest fantasies! A fantasy that you could never actually experience… Right? But why can’t you? What’s the worst that could happen? I turn around to catch you at my feet, scream/yelp in shock, and you run out of the library as fast as you can, hoping I never see you again! You could live with that if it meant getting close enough to smell my perfect feet couldn’t you?! I mean, it’s a pretty big university, there’s a chance we’ll never cross paths again anyway!
You find yourself getting more and more confident as you coach yourself towards this perfect fantasy opportunity that I’m unknowingly providing you with! Besides, I’m totally zoned out in my studying, there’s no guarantee I even catch you in the first place! You slip under my chair, sniff and adore my feet until your dick is about to bust out of your pants, and then sneak back out of the library like it never happened! This is literally the perfect opportunity to go for it! When are you actually going to get another chance like this one?!
It’s in that very moment that you find yourself recalling all the pretty feet you’ve seen in public. All the times you had to watch from the sidelines. All the missed opportunities. Like that time in the resident lounge, when that girl was relaxing on the couch with her amazing bare feet crossed up on the arm, reading. All you wanted to do was walk right up to her, tell her that her feet were gorgeous, and offer to give her a foot rub while she read. You recalled how mad you were at yourself for letting that opportunity pass! You had beat yourself up for weeks over that one! That’s it! Risky or not, you weren’t going to live to regret missing this moment!
What follows, is the once in a lifetime experience that you got to live, when you crawled under my chair at the library, and enjoyed the scent and sight of every inch of my beautiful feet!
xoxo
-Gwen ❤️👸🏻
