You've been watching me walking around all day. My feet in my panty hose and closed heels. You can tell that there itching from all of the walking back and forth in the diner that I've been doing. I've worked the breakfast and lunch rush. Now I was struggling through the dinner rush. You've seen me working them back and forth in my shoe, seeking comfort, but I wasn't quite reaching that itch. From the way I'm leaning and flexing my feet back and forth, you can tell that I'm trying to reach the itch, but not quite reaching it. You see me bending, brushing against the booth, and even leaning over a wall here and there next to the window, trying to find comfort! As you look on, you pack my purse and head home. Later in my studio apartment, you watch me sit on a chair, and rip my shoes pulling off my sweaty stockings and throwing them to the side as I rest my aching, itchy tired feet into a warm pan of foot soak. As I bath them, rub them and stroke them, you jack off. Willing me to go to bed. As I crawl into bed and sleep. You unlock the back door and slip in. Pick up my stockings, get your knees and suck the sweat, grime from them, then sniff them as you cum all over my floor. Leaving a puddle, before you get up and leave. Leave knowing that tomorrow you plan to start your day watching me in the diner, hard at work, and enteratining you doing your retirement. Knowing you'd cum once again, at the smell of my feet!
Laura
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