Smelling your foot in the library

This summer I have been in a village in Alicante Although small has one. library pretty uncrowded.

I used to go in the evenings as it has wifi and so could connect to the Internet I always put in a room that was separated from the entrance and where ever had. . one

One afternoon came a girl of about 25 years apparently was new in town and was talking to the librarian by the accent was foreign, English I thought came to… the room where I was and settled on the table that I occupied as it was the only table he had.

sat out front but a chair over to the right, so the He had diagonally. The first thing I did was to immediately take my chair a little back so that we can see your feet. As expected wearing sandals so I spent a few seconds staring at their feet under the table. As you can tell I’m partial to the feet of girls, especially their smell.

She opened her computer and went to work. I could not concentrate on my work and thought only of those feet that was so close, but yet so far.

Pretending to read a book he was facing those sandals and examining their feet instep, fingers painted … they were some pretty nice feet, so I had to try to approach them. Moreover, as was afternoon certainly had to be sweaty and with an odor.

After a few minutes one leg crossed over the other with his foot which was as close as the table was not very wide. It was my chance. I picked up my pen and played with him until “&quot casually; he fell at his feet.

She followed his own very concentrated. I got up from the chair and crouched under the table to pick up the pen. Automatically my nose toward the foot. I put just millimeters from his fingers and sniffed deeply. As expected they smelled of sweat. I ventured to still smell the instep and even with my tongue rubbing the nail of your big toe.

He could not go on and I had to get up. She continued her work and could not imagine that that stranger before him had excited smelling his foot.