“Just need the restroom and we’ll be done for the night.  The register is dropped, carpet vac’d, windows shined, lights dusted, everything is organized,” I said as I leaned against our back counter twirling my nametag lanyard.

“Great, everything is checked in the back as well,” she said as she hopped on the counter in front of me and crossed her legs.

I could almost read her mind as she eyed me sitting there, just three feet in front of me.  Her over leg was dangling and rocking with a break of her ankle every few seconds.  She caught me taking a peek at her feet and let out a little grin.

“So about these shoes you so kindly mentioned earlier,” she said as she twiddled her toes at me.

Shit, she’s toying with me, I thought.

“What about them?” I said, acting as if completely unfazed by the question.

“Well, I just did my toes today…but I’m not sure if the color really goes with these shoes.  What do you think?” she asked while raising her foot toward me so that I could get a closer look of her toes.

We were up late one night having a few drinks over at her place.  Her boyfriend and my girlfriend at the time had a few too many and were out early.  We, on the other hand, stayed up until the break of dawn just talking about anything that came to mind. 

The conversation covered a range of topics like life, work, goals, sexual fantasies, and it eventually lead to fetishes.  I told her how aroused I became when I would see a woman with beautiful, well-kept feet and lovely toes.  I even complimented hers that night. 

That’s the night that she hinted on wearing short skirts just so she could tease men with her sensuous legs.  Which, by the way, she’s been wearing every night I work with her now.  She mentioned Eternity as her favorite male cologne, something that always lit a little fire in her when she smelled it… since then it’s been my choice of cologne to work as well. 

“I honestly wouldn’t know.  They look fine to me,” I said while trying not to stare down.

She crossed her legs again, this time taking her time and making sure I was looking while she did it.  I couldn’t resist taking a peek as she slowly moved each leg under and over the other.  I couldn’t put out the dirty little thoughts that would eventually cloud my mind.  Thoughts conflicted with my overall feelings for her.  Feelings like envy, frustration, even hatred were being overwhelmed by feelings of curiosity, pleasure and lust.

A warm feeling sank into the pit of my stomach as I shifted uncomfortably.  I caught myself thinking of how soft her legs would feel in my hands.  How lovely it would be if my fingers could run from the base of her calf up to her thigh.  Feeling her skin up against mine and firmly gripping her thighs between my fingers and palm.  The idea of slowly moving my hand down the side of her legs kept replaying in my head.  Down to her ankle, down to her soles, down to her toes. 

I leaned back just a bit while crossing my hands over my crotch.  I didn’t want to show how aroused I was getting just by looking at her and thinking of what could be.  I didn’t want to give her