A story, part 1 (edited for typos)

John was 18, and just graduated from high school. He was short, 5’4”, and skinny, maybe 125 lbs soaking wet, but was toned and handsome, with a cute boyish face, and dark hair and eyes. He had never had much success with girls because he was shy and lacked confidence. While he had rounded most of the “bases” with past girlfriends or hookups, he was still a virgin, and had never even gotten a blowjob. Part of the reason for John’s shyness was that he felt self-conscience about his turn-ons.

In particular, John had always been attracted to women’s shoes. He had a particular thing for sneakers. Throughout high school he’d felt as though people could tell he was always staring at women’s shoes and constantly trying to hide his arousal. Even more embarrassing to John, his shoe fetish had led him to find Ballbusting porn online, and so he now fantasized about women kicking him in the balls.

John was about to start his first “real” job. He needed to save up to get his own place. It was a warehouse job loading and unloading shelves and trucks. On his first day he was shown the ropes by his direct supervisor, Sara.

Sara was older than John, in her late thirties. She was 5’7”, fit, 130 lbs, with long brown hair and brown eyes, and had a pretty but stern face. Sara had gotten divorced several years ago and it had been nasty, as it turned out that Sara’s ex had been cheating on her for years and took no responsibility for his actions or the divorce. Despite making enough money to have been supporting them both, he refused to give her a dime without a fight, and this is what led Sara to taking the warehouse job. She was bitter and distrusting of men as a result, and hadn’t dated or even hooked up much since the divorce. She hated her ex, and men in general, and more than once had fantasized about hurting her ex as much as he had hurt her.

While being shown around the warehouse by Sara, John couldn’t help but take notice of her slightly scuffed, low top, red converse sneakers. John had a thing for converse in particular. Especially the way Sara was wearing them, with the bottom of her tapered jeans rolled up to show her ankles and a bit of sock. More than once during his orientation he felt like Sara caught him staring at her shoes, or noticed the erection he was trying to hide as he stared almost hypnotized at her feet.

Sara for her part couldn’t help but notice how cute, young and unimposing John was. She had noticed John staring at her feet and the erection he was trying to hide but decided not to say anything… yet. They finished the orientation by 1:00 pm, and John started on his first half day of work, loading and unloading boxes.

Just before 5:00 pm Sara came out of the small broom closet sized office she had at the back of the warehouse and found John, telling him to stop what he was doing because they needed to finish up some paperwork in her office. John followed her back to her office, staring intently at her shoes as he did, getting excited at the brief glimpse of the dark soles of her converse with each step she took. John again found himself needing to try to conceal his erection. Sara could catch glimpses of all of this by looking at the convex security mirrors at the end of each aisle of the warehouse, which John failed to notice with his gaze so intently focused downward.

The two got back to Sara’s office where Sara took a seat at a small desk, and directed John to sit in the chair positioned directly next to the desk on the left. John sat, and put his work issued hat in his lap to help hide his arousal. Sara directed John to pull his chair closer to her to go over the paperwork. As he did so she made a point of crossing her right leg over her left so that her right foot would be between John’s legs as the two half faced each other in the tiny space. John’s heart raced as he noticed this. Particularly when Sara propped the toe of her shoe against the seat of John’s chair, right between his legs, inches from his crotch.

Sara wasn’t naive, and years of not dating or hooking up had led her to watching her own fair share of pornography. She was familiar with foot fetishes , and figured this is what was going on with John. Sara thought to herself that while she wasn’t ready to be vulnerable with a man yet, having a shy, smaller young man at her feet as a plaything might be nice.

Sara could see how flustered John was getting, and could hear the lump in his throat as he tried to answer basic questions for the employment forms. She decided to cut the chase and said:

“John, I saw you staring at my feet all day.”

She could see the look of horror and shame on his face. John thought this was his worst nightmare. But Sara quickly followed up:

“It’s okay, I know some guys have foot fetishes. I don’t mind, I think it’s cute.”

John was shocked and flustered, but also super excited. In his excitement he blurted out:

“It’s not a foot fetish it’s a shoe fetish, and I like, um uh…”

John trailed off and looked down at how close the toe of Sara’s chuck was to his crotch. Sara was surprised. She knew about foot fetish and to a lesser extent that some guys got off to heels, but she had never heard of a guy having a thing for sneakers, despite the porn rabbit holes she had gone down a few times. Sara spoke up and broke the silence:

“What, what do you like John? It’s okay, we’re going to be working together a lot, I’m gonna be the person you have to come to with any issues, you can tell me anything.”

John couldn’t believe what was happening and felt like this must be some sort of trick, but he was too tempted at the prospect of fulfilling his biggest sexual fantasy. He closed his eyes and blurted out:

“I like getting kicked in the balls.”

In reality John liked the idea of getting kicked in the balls, as he’d never actually been kicked. Sara was taken back by this, she had seen thumbnails and links to something called Ballbusting porn before but never clicked on them. She hid her surprise though as it quickly dawned on her how much she would love to get out all the years of anger and rage she felt towards her ex and men in general. Sara looked at John waiting for him to raise his eyes to hers and said:

“I could do that for you, if you want. Do you want me to kick you in the balls, John?”

John couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he was rock hard, and in shock he dropped his hat from his lap, revealing his erection straining again his pants, inches away from Sara’s shoe pressed against the edge of his chair. John’s brain raced and landed on fuck it, he swallowed hard and said:

“Yes, please.”

Sara thought it was adorable and funny that he said please to the prospect of getting kicked in the balls by her. She smirked and followed up:

“Hard? With my chucks?”

John swallowed hard again, he couldn’t speak, but managed to nod yes.

Sara uncrossed her legs, removing her shoe from between John’s legs, and reached for a sticky from her desk. She jotted down her phone number and address. She handed it to John and told him to come to her place around 8:00 pm and to text when he was outside.

John said “ok” in a barely audible voice and took the sticky note and put it in his shirt pocket. Sara told John they were done for the day, and that she’d see him tonight, not bothering to look up from the paperwork on her desk. John stood up, grabbed his hat off the floor, snuck another peak at Sara’s shoes under the desk, and quickly left Sara’s tiny office. He was sweating, and quickly walked to his car holding his hat over his crotch to hide his straining erection.

To be continued if people like it, let me know in the comments.