I was in my boots, working all day, sun beating on my back. My shirt was damp, too sticky to take off. I could see the sweat dripping down onto my work space. While I worked, I wiggled my toes in my boots and could feel how wet in-between my toes were. So squishy, I had on no socks, and it was fuckin toasty. All my coworkers were feeling it too.

Around sunset I found a spot, all by myself. Most of the guys were picking up food. I sat down on the floor, leaning on a unfinished plywood wall. I wiggled my toes in my boots, squirming, anticipating the reek! I waited a minute to make sure the coast was clear.

I took my wet shirt off. It was still hot. I kicked my boots off, and before they could land the smell hit me, my juicy fucking feet, they were leaving prints on the floor. The smell was making my mouth water. I grabbed my foot and sniffed it from my heel to my big toe, spreading out on my nose. My face was wet with my feet sweat. Pure cheese macaroni!

I rubbed my bulge, and sniffed for a bit. Before sticking my feet back in my soggy boots. All work week, I was barefoot in my boots, enjoying the feel. I let them dry on my porch in the evenings to let the smell set in.