The neighbor's shoes

I'm 19 years old, and because I got accepted to the University of Tehran, my father rented a unit for me in a 4-story apartment building, where each floor has two units next to each other, near the university.

I had just moved into this house about 6 months ago when I saw Ms. Samet for the first time around 7 am as I came out of my door to put on my shoes to go to university.

She also came out of her door, a tall woman wearing a black chador, manteau, headscarf, and black formal fabric pants. She kept her shoe rack outside her house, so when she came out, she wasn't wearing shoes, just thin black socks that were thick on the sole and toes but thin on the top of her foot, revealing the whiteness of her skin.

We exchanged greetings, and I was secretly looking at her feet. She took out a pointed-toe high-heeled shoe from the shoe rack and slipped her delicate feet into it. At that moment, my legs went weak. For the rest of the day in class, I could only think about those feet. I couldn't hear anyone's voice; I had become completely infatuated with Ms. Samet's feet.

From the next day on, I would stand behind the peephole of my door every day to see how many people were in our neighbor's house and when they came and went. After two weeks of observation and the conversations I overheard (I would press my ear against the wall to hear them), I realized that her husband seemed to work in the market and left every day at 7:30 am. They also had a young son who went to elementary school and left with his father, who would drop him off at school and then go to the market himself. Ms. Samet was a math teacher at a girls' school nearby.

I really wished I could kiss Ms. Samet's feet, lick the soles of her feet, and put her toes in the corner of my cheek to get wet, but given what I heard from their house, I knew this was impossible.

In short, after much contemplation, I came to the conclusion that I would kiss Ms. Samet's shoes on behalf of her beautiful feet.

I had figured out their schedule and knew they never opened their door before 7 am. I'll never forget the first time I wanted to take her shoes out of the shoe rack. I had set an alarm for 6 am to wake up, although I hadn't slept a wink that night thinking about Ms. Samet's shoes. When I woke up, my whole body was trembling; I had no control over myself. I opened my door, waited a bit to see if there was any sound from their house, and then very slowly opened their shoe rack. That's when I saw that there was a men's shoe, a child's shoe, and 14 women's shoes in the rack! My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing! From sneakers and high heels to ankle boots and boots, they were all either black or brown, except for her white sneakers.

I picked up her black high-heeled shoes that she wore every day, closed the shoe rack, and quickly went inside. Wow, I couldn't believe I had something in my hands that held Ms. Samet's beautiful feet for 6 hours every day. Ms. Samet stood at the board teaching children in these shoes. Her feet must get so tired in them, they must sweat so much in these shoes. Right there, I put her right shoe in front of my face, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath... Oh, what a wonderful smell it was, the scent of leather mixed with the smell of Ms. Samet's feet, creating a intoxicating aroma. My vision blurred, and my penis became completely erect! I started kissing the insole of her shoe. Ms. Samet's feet, in those black sheer socks, were on these insoles every day. I took out the insole and saw the imprint of her beautiful toes on it! Oh, how delicate they were! I could clearly imagine the curve of her little toe from the mark on the insole. I couldn't control myself anymore! I started licking the insole of her shoe, took off my pants, and put my penis in her left shoe, the place where Ms. Samet's feet would be in less than an hour! In less than thirty seconds with my penis in her shoe, I came and poured everything inside it. First, I lay there for a few minutes, thinking about how lucky I was to be Ms. Samet's neighbor! After all, someone who has access to Ms. Samet's shoes doesn't need a girlfriend! I felt so empty like never before in my life! When I felt a bit better, I saw that it was five minutes to 7. I quickly got up and poured my semen from inside Ms. Samet's shoe into the sink and wiped it all out with a paper towel, but no matter what I did, it didn't dry completely. It seemed like my semen had soaked into the leather of her shoe. There was no other choice; I opened the door, put the shoes back in the shoe rack, and went back inside. As soon as I closed my door, Ms. Samet's door opened, and she came out. She picked up the same shoes that my semen had been in just thirty seconds before and very gently put them on. It was the first time I had seen her look at her shoes! It was as if she had noticed a change! But who would think that someone had fucked their shoes? So she walked away.

That was the first time I did that, but it became my daily routine! Every night, I would come back from university with the excitement that the next morning I would pour my semen into the place where Ms. Samet would keep her feet for 6 hours!

It's been 6 months since the first day I made love to Ms. Samet's shoes, and not a day goes by that one of her shoes doesn't receive my semen.

Since I don't like to fuck a shoe that I've already put my semen in before it's been worn at least once, I always clean the soles of Ms. Samet's shoes after doing it. This way, every morning when I go to her shoe rack, I look at each shoe to see which sole is dirty, meaning which shoe she wore yesterday, and that's the one I fuck.

In these six months, not a bit of the interest I had in Ms. Samet's feet has diminished! Every day I woke up with the hope of being able to get a little closer to her feet, for example, to be able to kiss her sheer socks that hugged her beautiful feet for six hours every day, pull them over my penis, and ejaculate into them, until just a few hours ago, my wish came true!!!..