She pulls you inside

She quickly pulls you inside by the back of your shirt, and slams the glass door shut. You wince as she makes eye contact with you, and waits for an explanation.

"Feet huh?" she laughs slightly. "That's what gets you going?"

You begin to protest but she leads you to the couch before you can say anything more.

"Why don't you go at it then? I bet the real thing would be better than my old shoes..." she places her feet in your lap, her heel resting against the tip of your bulging erection. "Do what you will!"

You carefully take her feet in your hands and realize they're encased in running shoes.

"I just got back from a run, it's perfect timing. Go ahead!" she coaxes, and it's all the motivation you need.

You begin to undo her running shoes, and slowly pull them both off. The smell of her sweaty shoes envelops the room, and you stick your nose into the wet shoe and inhale deeply. It's a much stronger scent than on her heels, and your cock twitches in anticipation. She takes notice of it, but simply re positions her feet so they're not touching.

You set her steaming shoes aside for the moment, grabbing her ankles and raising her socked feet to your face. You bury your nose between her toes, and you feel the sweat through her socks rubbing against your lips.

Her socks smell even more than the shoes, a mixture of vinegar and musk. It's pure heaven, and you take a few deep breaths before moving on to the other foot. You do the same, and your nose is met with the same intense smell.

Kim smiles and wiggles her toes around your nose, causing another round of involuntary twitching from your erect cock.

You set one of her feet back in your lap, and begin to peel off her sweaty sock. It sticks to her sole, and it lingers just long enough to keep you in suspense over her toes. As it finally comes loose, you ball it up and put it in your mouth, moving on to the other sock.

The sock in your mouth has a faint taste, and despite the sock being soaked with sweat it doesn't taste as strongly as you'd hoped. You peel the sock off her other foot, and put that one in your mouth too, taking a moment to rub the sweaty toe part across your tongue.

She lifts her feet and shoves them in your face, and you gladly accept the gift. She wraps your nose between her toes on one foot, and the other foot she rubs the tips of her toes across your lips, gently prying them apart to reveal her socks, receiving a furious cleansing from your tongue.

You inhale deeply again, and it's perfect. It's just as strong as you've hoped, the smell of her feet could be easily identified from across the room, and you love it.

Without warning, she pulls your mouth open and removes the socks. You begin to protest, but she jams a sweaty foot into your open mouth and you stop resisting. You lick her toes anxiously, and she helps eagerly by wiggling them across your tongue.

You're in pure heaven, but it only lasts a moment. She removes her soaked toes from your mouth, and glances at you.