Yesterday I went in for a yearly check-up with my eye doctor, who I've only otherwise seen once 14 months ago.
She's a gorgeous, athletic, dirty-blonde, early-30's professional that has a fit physique and wears colorful broken-in Nike trainers at work. I always sneak some looks at her slim ankles and tempting sneakers every time she leads me down a hall or turns her back to me.
I just can't help but imagine how great her feet would smell or what they would even look like. We always get close distance to each other as she performs face-to-face close-up inspections of my eyes. In the past and today, I've always worn pheromones at my doctor's appointments because she is not the 1st hot doctor I have ever had assigned to me.
Needless to say, I made sure to wear the most effective pheromones this time that were specifically gear toward experiential enhancement. During this visit though she was accidentally brushing into me with instruments and apologizing in case it hurt. These accidental collisions never hurt and I told her it was okay each time.
During the middle of one of her procedures, she asked me various questions about my health in the past year and whether I had been vaccinated. I told her no health changes and that I hadn't been vaccinated. She asked if it was because I didn't want to be vaccinated or hadn't had a chance yet.
I explained that I wanted old people to have first dibs on the short supplies before me. She told me that our clinic had an abundance and that I should schedule an appointment ASAP. Both of us had masks on the entire time btw, and her eyes were just as gorgeous and clearly indicative of her thoughts as always.
I told her I still wanted to wait because I didn't want any possible side effects to my immune system. Her eyes lit up very staunchly and she proceeded to unhook the mask attachment off of my left ear. She then pulled my mask off and set it on the table.
I was a little confused at first and then time slowed down for me and became very surreal as she pulled off one of her sneakers. I remember her taking the open part of her shoe and holding it over my face to cover both my nose and mouth. I could see her gorgeous intent eyes just over the horizen of her shoe and I remember her using her other hand to hold the back of my head still (while issuing the firm command: "No"), as if she thought my natural instinct would be to pull away from her shoe.
I did not pull my head away one bit and in fact remained still while breathing her amazing, sweet, feminine, sweaty foot odor. This was like a dream come true for me. Time started to slow-down and become blurry for me like I was on the brink of passing out from indulgence. I recall her lecturing me and remember a few key phrases that seemed to stick-out like "quality of the air", "contamination", "risk management" and other buzz phrases that we hear in the news.
Anyway, as those precious seconds passed and as I drifted back down into the present moment, I remember her clearly asking me at the end "Do you understand my point?". And to that I nodded my head and replied back with a muffled "yes" through her sneaker. That is when she pulled her shoe off my face and put it back on her foot like nothing had happened. She also handed me my mask back.
I never told her I had a foot fetish, but in my mind I was wanting to ask if she would let me take one of her socks with me. I knew if I had asked that though, the cat would be totally out of the bag and I would never have a chance with her later if I bumped into her through one of our mutual friends. So here is to playing the long game and hoping that my pheromones left a good lasting impression in case I ever see her at the local bars...
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