My plump goddesses perfect peds

As soon as I walked in the office and saw her from behind I could feel my cock start to get hard. She did not notice me as I walked in, she was finishing her lunch as I came down the steps and through the door. Her back was to me, she sat at her corner desk facing the wall leaning over the empty papers and wrappings of her a subway sandwich. Although she was sitting I could tell she was shorter than me, probably 5’4” at best, I guessed her weight at 230 maybe as much as 250, she was one of those chubby and sexy women with a big cute body that drives you crazy. I was immediately aware of the humor in the fact that the first time I laid eyes on her she was eating, however let me assure you she was not a pig, she was sexy and she respected her body. She took pride in herself, the way she dressed, and the way she looked. She had straight black hair that went just below her shoulders, her skin was a stunning smooth brown, I judged her to be Indonesian or Filipino, I could not wait to see her face, but the first thing that dropped my jaw was her feet.

She wore three inch black heels with thin soles and leather straps that crossed twice around her plump foot and snaked up and behind her thick ankle. Her otherwise naked, naturally, tanned feet looked smooth, the open toed heals showed each perfectly shaped digit, from her big toe to her pinky, her toenails had a coat of clear gloss and white French-tips. I squinted to see them better as I inched closer she must have realized I was there. Just as she swallowed her last bite, she turned in her chair and pushed back from her desk. She stood up to greet me and shook my hand, she introduced herself as Michelle, her smile and politeness lit up the dark basement office. She was wearing a very professional blouse and shear pants, conservative accessories and makeup that accented her natural beauty. She asked what she could do for me, my voice caught in my throat as a flood of lude suggestions and images came to mind. I smiled (and maybe blushed) as I handed her the few sheets of paper I was holding and stated my business.

“I was hoping you could help me find these files,” they were hard copy transcripts of a lecture given by Morley in 1887 at Cambridge on the subject of ether as a medium for light waves. Further details on why I was searching for it are not really the subject but it is appropriate for me to tell you she was an assistant librarian in the basement archives of the campus library. As she took the papers from me and returned to her seat at her computer I was able to get another good look at her body, (as I would do every time she was not looking at me.) I struggled to keep my mind on the information she was giving me as a verity of fantasies came to mind; thoughts of me and her, how her body would look if she were naked, how sweet she would smell all hot and sweaty pressed against me, how wet I could get her pussy with just my fingers, and how her feet would taste.

She wrote down the location of the file I was after and handed my papers back to me with a smile, “Here you go”. I reached out to take them from her and slid my figure tips across her wrist and along her hand as I took the papers back, at first I amazed myself that I would actually be so bold but I immediately realized it was a good move. As my fingers brushed her hand she smiled, weather she played it off as an accident or not on my part I had broken the touch barrier and she had liked it. I decided to try to push our encounter another step farther. I looked at the location she had written (her hand writing was even cute) I looked around like I was unsure where I was. She smiled and volunteered her assistance, “let me show you where it is.” She stood up and I followed her as she walked towards the door and down the basement hallway.

The archives stretched down a dim hallway lined with shelves of books and loose papers, every ten feet or so was another door to a windowless closet room crammed with books, papers, boxes of files, large maps and so forth. It was obvious we were the only ones in the basement and since it was lunchtime I guessed we were pretty assured of being undisturbed, “It looks pretty lonely down here,” I said.

“Yeah, sometimes I’m down here all day without a visitor, but that just gives me more time to get all this stuff straightened out,” she went on to tell me how the library had just hired her as a archivist and before that the other librarians had pretty much just pilled stuff in the basement. She told me how she had just lucked into the job after graduating and was still afraid they would just fire her and get an undergrad to do it for almost nothing so she really wanted run a tight ship. We turned a few corners and I expected to wind up in the boiler room any second, but she stopped and dropped to her knees and started searching a bottom shelf.

I stood behind her and stared at her chubby little shape, as her full plump hands leafed through the papers I noticed her fingernails were polished to match her toenails. As she read through the texts her hair fell away from her shoulders exposing the smooth skin of her neck and I caught a whiff of her perfume. As she shifted her position I could hear the leather straps of her heals stretching in the dead quiet of the hall as her feet moved, I became aware I was starting to breath heavy. I looked down her round shoulders and large back to where her shirt was riding up exposing her lower back and saw two sights that almost made my dick jump out of my pants; the top of a pair of black thong panties and the bottom of a tribal tattoo that contained a single word ‘goddess.’

She pulled a brown dog-eared manuscript out of the bottom of the pile and turned to me, still down on her knees crouched in a plump ball, “here you go,” she held it out to me. My crotch was about six inches from her ...

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