Due to security reasons, I am unable to go straight to the part of the call center in which I work. No personal items like cell phones, all that jazz. I take the long way around, going through an area where the agents work for Best Buy. I go through there every night as I enter work, and also walk through this area during my two 15 minute breaks, as I use these breaks to get some exercise by walking through the building. And every time I walk through the Best Buy area, he's there.

I do not know his name, nor what kind of personality he's packing. I do know he's gorgeous. I do know he's about 5' 8. I do know he's a little chunky, and has a full head of black, messy hair. I do know he's got this gorgeous pair of what look like size 12 feet. And I also know that, whether on purpose or not, he has been seducing me with those feet ever since I first laid eyes on him.

As I have stated in a previous story, Friday Saturday and Sunday is the time at this call center in which we are allowed to wear casual clothing. As blessed luck would have it, it was on a Sunday that I first saw this beautiful stranger. As I walked through the Best Buy area, I saw him setting at the 3rd seat from the end of the row, right before I had to turn the corner, and walk down the hall to the secured area in which I work. I immediately recognized how ruggedly handsome he was, and when I looked down, I momentarily paused in shock. The man was wearing flip flops, which revealed some of the most beautiful feet I have ever seen. They were slightly paler than the rest of his Caucasian skin, with little tufts of hair on his trimmed, well-kept toes. He obviously took care of his feet; not a corn or blemish to be seen. After taking in all the features of this wonderful pair of feet, I looked back up to his handsome face. To my surprise, he was staring back at me. Our brown eyes met, and locked in a stare. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Suddenly becoming aware of my surroundings once again, I broke the stare and finally walked around the corner and down the hall, leaving the stranger, and hoping he was thinking of me, too.

As stated earlier, I walk around the building during my two 15 minute breaks, to get the exercise I don't get during my actual work. This walk brings me back to the Best Buy area, going through it twice; once leaving, once coming back. The handsome stranger works late enough to still be there during my first break, which is at 10:45. Going through the first time, he was on a phone call, his intense gaze focused on his computer screen. Glancing back down at his feet as I walked past, I was given a quick glimpse of the bottom of one of his feet; one was flat on the ground, the other he had positioned on tip-toe, showing the bottom of his foot. Toes are my favorite part of the foot, and the bottom is a close second. His palish foot had a slight brown hue to it on the bottom, from the sweat that had accumulated there. He had no idea how much I was forcing myself to not throw myself on the floor, and lick his feet clean. He was there on my way back, too. Again on a call, and again I couldn't help but stare at his feet in passing.

While he wore flip flops on Sunday, he could be seen in a pair of black, shining dress shoes Monday to Thursday. While I've never seen him take his shoes off during the week, I am still treated to some amazing eye candy. Being a tall man, his pants are not quite long enough to go past his ankles. As I walked through the Best Buy area the Monday following our first encounter, I noticed him sitting down at his desk, talking with the guy next to him. I looked down at his feet, and noticed his pants were well above his ankles, exposing white, tightly fitting ankle socks. These are my absolute favorite kind of socks, so I was more than a little excited. The following Tuesday brought me a look at white socks with the grey heels and toes. I know this because peeking out of his shining black shoes was the very top of one such grey heel. My second favorite kind of sock. There would be a few times that he would even be seen in the longer white socks, the kind that go up your calf. He even wore a black pair on one occasion. These socks are looser on him, and cover his ankles beautifully.

Next Sunday, exactly a week since that first encounter, I found this gorgeous stranger in flip flops again. He was on a phone call while I was coming in, sitting at his station and focusing intensely on his computer screen with his amazing eyes. As I walked by, he glanced slightly over his shoulder. That my heart could race from something as simple as a glance is just so odd, yet amazing to me. Coming back through during my first 15 minute break, I was really given a treat; the stranger was standing this time, and saw me coming around the corner. I looked down at his flip flopped feet, and saw he started rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Every time he would be balanced on the balls of his feet, he would wiggle his toes. I was never so glad to be wearing loose fitting pants. I chanced a glance at his face. He was looking right at me, and our brown eyes locked in another stare.

These encounters have never resulted in anything other than what I have mentioned above. I do not know his name, nor what kind of guy he is. I do not know if I would be his type. I am also still unsure if he is actually aware of my foot fetish, or if all of these wonderful things I have been treated to were merely coincidental. Whatever the case may be, I am forever hoping that someday, our encounters will lead to something more, even if it's just a simple "Hello". Someday, we may get to be friends. Someday, we may even get to become more.

Until then, this will be nothing more than a call center lust.