He had texted me to come by so I went. I knew he always had some dope sneakers for me. Like these that I had on, I had to let him smell my socks after I had been out all day. It wasn’t something that I was used to but I did it for him. His name was Jeff. Jeff loved me in sneakers. He was like a sneaker sugar daddy and I didn’t have to sleep with him. I just had to help him make some of his fantasies a reality.
He had a nice size house in the county. He was some sort of IT contractor. I pulled in the driveway and saw the lights were on on the first level. I got out and rang the doorbell and he let me in. He had on hooping shorts and a white t-shirt, you know the type of outfit you wear when your “friend” is coming over to watch Netflix and chill. He was a nice looking man. He had a low cut that was always nice and neat. He had a slender athletic body and smooth dark skin. I’m guessing he would smell good but at some point the smell of Issey Miyake on him made me sick.
I walked in the door past him and into the den. He had candles lit all around and some jazz playing. He had a beer in his hand as he entered to room and drank from it. I knew the smallest stuff intrigued him. I sat on the love seat and slowly bent down to adjust my shoe strings. He kneeled down and grabbed my foot. He slowly pulled out some disinfectant wipes and cleaned the soles of my sneakers. He wiped the soles slowly while he tried to stare in my face. I looked toward the window with an annoyed look. He liked that his antics annoyed me. It was a turn on to him.
He finished and then went to the mini bar and washed his hands. He pulled his shirt off and laid on the floor on his stomach. He then simply said “walk on my back-slowly.” I rolled my eyes but I got up and slowly stepped on his back. I was nervous to step on a persons back. I mean im not super heavy but I’m also too heavy to be walking on a persons back. I walked slowly in one direction and then slowly turned around and went the other way. I did it for about 5 mins and he told me to sit down. But it was the way I had to sit down- I had to sit on his back with my hot pocket on the back of his neck and my sneakers placed on the ground next to his eyes.
He wanted to talk. He really is a nice guy. I probably could date him but it was something about him that wouldn’t let me take romance serious. It was always after we got the touching stuff out the way we talked like friends. I was telling him about the guy that I had met earlier and how something about him stayed on my mind. I was so comfortable talking to him until I realized he was slowly caressing my sneakers. Seeing that snapped me back to reality and I told him I had to go. As I grabbed my purse he handed me a box and a bag. Jeff said he always had a thing for Serena Williams so make sure when I wear the sneakers for him to wear the outfit in the bag with it.
When I got home I opened the sneaker box, it was the pair at the top of my most wanted list. The Off White x Serena Williams blazers. I’m pretty sure he spent a good amount of money on these because I’ve seen how much they are reselling for. Just as he had did, I slowly caressed to sneakers in front of me. Me because these were a sneaker I wanted that represented a strong black woman. I slowly ran my ringers across the stitching and found myself feeling like I was skin to skin with Corey again.
