Scarlet Awakening

At the very back of the university library, where hardly anyone ever goes, sat Tricia. She was in her 60s, very plump in a beautiful, almost comforting kind of way. The people studying at the library were all in their 20s or 30s so Tricia never had to worry about someone checking her out. She was quite comfortable with herself. Her beautifully oversized tits were often prominent in a low cut shirt. Sometimes towards the end of the day she would undo a button and her boobs looked like they were about to pop out. Again, she didn't think anyone would notice her, she just wanted to be comfortable.

But Derek noticed. He found a lot of the women at the university to be very attractive. But what he really craved was somebody, thicker and older. Derek didn't know why he found Tricia and other ladies like her to be so fine. But he did.

He would often go to the dark, dusty corner of the library where Tricia would be sitting with her big saggy tits half way out. But whenever evening came around, Derek was in paradise.

CLACK CLACK

About the same time every evening, Tricia would put her chubby legs up on her desk and kick off her high heeled shoes. The kind of pumps that are more for comfort than looks, but Derek liked those kind of pumps better, anyway. He liked what was real and authentic. And her mature, comfortable pumps were all part of the magic. Some would say her pumps were ugly. They were chunky with a breathable fabric and cushioned insoles. The exact type of shoe he would expect a fat, sexy librarian to wear.

Derek knew this attraction was weird, but he couldn't help it. He liked what he liked. But better than her ugly, old pumps were her squishy, thick, meaty soles. He would stare at those soft, cushion like soles, and Tricia never noticed. Her feet were not elegant. They looked relatively well cared for, but definitely not the pedicured type. Her feet were raw and real, and yet looked incredibly soft. Derek would go home after studying at the library and immediately jerk off to the thought of her fat, sweaty feet being rubbed all over his face. He imagined tracing the deep, unapologetic wrinkles of her feet with his tongue. He imagined how they would smell. He would work himself up imagining her feet smelling strangely pungent and would blow his load all over himself.

Derek laid on his bed, torso covered in thick cum and decided that the next day he would get a closer look. Maybe he could even pretend to drop something on the floor to get a whiff of her ugly old lady shoes.

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The next day rained constantly. The university was damp and cold. Most women were in boots, but not Tricia. She was committed to pumps. And they were getting drenched. And so was she. Her hardened nipples clung to her wet blouse as she was hurrying back to the library.

She walked in and her hair was dripping. Then she sniffed the air. "What is that?", she thought. "Is that my, uh oh." She rushed to her desk and panicked. Her feet would get smelly time to time, depending on the weather and the amount of time she spent walking. But today the stench was rising out of the shoe. It was subtle. But once she removed her shoes, a sharp, pungent smell penetrated the air. She quickly put her shoes back on. The smell lessened, but it still circled the air around her. The aroma was damp, wet and persistent.

Then Derek walked in. Of all days he picked this day to talk to Tricia. He did not know what he was going to say. He thought about asking her for a book or even giving her a compliment.

When she saw him coming her toes clenched inside her damp shoes.

"Do you have um, um..."

"I'm sorry young man, I spilled something here you shouldn't get too close."

"I could help you clean it up", Derek said, hoping he could get a better view of her feet up close.

Tricia stood up, "It's fine, really." She saw he look disappointed. "Thank you for offering."

"Hey, um I like your shoes. I think they look really good on you."

"Thank you." She smiled. "But they're not cooperating today. I definitely won't be putting my feet up or taking my shoes off."

Derek nervously laughed. "Why not?"

"They got soaking wet."

"You can take them off and let them dry." Derek's cock stiffened. He had a feeling he knew why she was so nervous.

She took off her glasses and whispered, "my feet stink."

Derek turned red. "What?" He asked, pretending he couldn't hear.

"I said", then she shout-whispered, "my.. feet.." She turned around to make sure no one else was there.. "stink."

Derek was hard. He didn't know how to proceed. Was this his chance, finally? "I don't care, you have such nice feet."

Tricia laughed. "Why are you joking like that? You could have flattered me."

"I love it when you put your feet up and kick off your shoes."

Tricia licked her lips. "Yeah?"

"Your soles look so plush and soft."

Tricia noticed the bulge in his pants. "You said you like it when I put my feet up? Like this?"

Derek dropped to his knees and almost kissed her wet shoes. Tricia pulled her feet back and whispered, "careful someone might see us."

"Good."

"Then worship me." With the toe of her pump she popped her other pump off of her heel and dangled it in front of Derek. "I can't wait to have this strong young man suck my toes."

With every swing of her dangling pump, Derek got an impressive whiff of her sweaty feet. They must smell so potent up close, he thought. Just when he was ready to inspect her round, sweaty toes, someone walked up. Tricia immediately threw her feet back down and got her foot all the way back in her shoe.

"Under my desk. Now." She whispered, not demanding, but urgent. Like she needed to be craved.

A man in his late 20s walked up. "How late are you open?"

Tricia smiled at the man as she stomped on Derek to crouch down further. "All the way till midnight!"

The air under Tricia's desk was stifling, warm and reeked of feet. For Derek, it was paradise.

"Thank you", the man said.

Tricia started rubbing Derek's leg with her foot, high heels still on. He was trembling under her desk. He thought about taking her shoe off. Her ugly pumps were begging for release.

"Just let me know if you need anything else", Tricia kindly said.

"Thank you!" As he trailed off.

Derek waited for further instruction. Should he stay down? Should he get up and kneel before her desk. Tricia crossed her legs and just ever so slightly flexed her toes, just enough to release a bit of air from the space in between her arch and the shoe. It was like a foot-scented breeze and Derek took the deepest breath he could. She swung her leg so her feet were side by side on the ground. She lifted her foot and dipped her toes into the toe of her pumps, revealing her soles.

Fat, thick, sweaty soles.

And wrinkly. There weren't just wrinkles going left to right. There were vertical ones too. Every inch of her scrunched up sole was covered with folds, creases, and thick wrinkles when her toes were pointed. She removed her entire foot from her shoe, relaxed her toes and her soles became surprisingly smooth again, with faint, light, scattered wrinkles.

Then it was released.

The odor.

The combination of wet and dried up sweat, mixed with the rain had almost fermented the insoles of her pumps. Derek wasn't even that close to her shoe and yet he felt like his nose was buried in it. It was getting stinky under Tricia's desk. Then she started rubbing her foot against the foot with the pump still on, enticing Derek to come closer. And the closer he got the more pungent the smell became until his face was hovering over her old, worn, wet pumps. His knees were shaking, his eyes were watering and his toes were curling in his sneakers. He took a few warm up breaths before diving in. But before he could brace himself, Tricia put her beautiful fat feet on his head and pushed him down into the shoe.