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15:02 My Fantasy of a local bank teller

There’s this local bank teller named Tiana, who wears some pretty nice shoes and dress sandals. Since I’ve been banking there for some time now, I get the pleasure of talking with her from time to time—mainly small chit-chat. She’s actually very friendly. She’s about 5’8” and her shoes must be around 8.5, from the way they look.
Whenever I go the bank, privately I can’t wait to see her. If I’m lucky I’d catch her walking back and forth behind the counter which allows me to see her footwear. A few times I’ve gotten aroused just because I saw her feet and painted toenails.
Once in a while I’d see her with the guy she's dating and I keep thinking to myself, ‘This guy is so lucky! He’s so close to fucking her shoes.’ If I was him, I’d fuck every shoe she owned. And I’d have them as many times as I could.
One Friday afternoon the bank hosted a ‘casual-day’ picnic outside in the parking lot and since it was a casual dress occasion, I was looking forward to maybe seeing Tiana in some sort of running shoes—perhaps Shox or Adidas. And to my luck, she was one of the employees whom were helping out serving the food. As I walked over to the table where she was, I couldn’t get a good look at what type she had on at first, because of the other customers. All I could make out was that they were low tops and white colored. As I waited in line I couldn’t help wondering what style shoes they were and how they looked on here feet.
When I finally got in front of her, we said hello to each other and she was glad that I attended their picnic. And while I was standing there, I could see from the side of the table what kind of shoes they were. They were the soft leather athletic-style Skechers ‘Bikers’ with the two stripes along the side. (I went online and looked them up.)
A few weeks later I saw her in a local bar. I hadn't seen her in over a week so naturally, the first thing I checked and noticed were the shoes she had on, the same white Skechers she had on at the picnic. It got me excited—just the way they looked on her feet. Being buzzed as I was, I naturally felt a horny feeling.
Over the next few hours I secretly kept staring at them, especially when she would get up and move—just the way they bent when she walked. The couple of times she walked by me with her friends towards the bathroom. I stopped her to say ‘hi’, which allowed me to get a better look at them. By this time, they were slightly broken in, I could tell, but not worn out. I could see the slight dirt on the soles when the back of her foot lifted when she walked. And on the sides where her feet curved, I could make out the creases and indents that were made from being worn. I wanted to smell her shoe odor really bad, right then and there!!
I wanted to walk by and pretend to drop something on the floor just so I could bend down and get a closer look. Perhaps even reach over and touch them, just to get a feel—I didn’t care if she knew about my fetish at that point or not. But I didn’t.
Later when she was about to leave with her friends, we called her and one of her friends over, asking if they were going to any parties. The two friends were but Tiana said she was going home instead. It kind of bummed me out personally. I was hoping to glance at her shoes a lot more that night. As she walked out the door I watched her shoes go out as well, still wishing I could have rubbed my hands against them somehow.
That’s when I first began having this fantasy about those shoes—especially when I’d see her somewhere in public. I hoped she would be wearing them—sometimes she was, sometimes she wasn't. If she wasn’t wearing them, I’d find that even more arousing, just the thought of her Skechers sitting on the floor somewhere in her apartment—with no one even home. That idea alone can make your imagination run wild!



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