Kendra Allure was a gorgeous, high-achieving woman who lived alone in a spacious loft apartment. She was always busy with her studies, and sometimes she would hire someone to help her around the house. That's how you ended up living under the same roof as her.
You were just some guy who needed a place to stay for a while. Your parents had kicked you out, and you were desperate for a job. Kendra seemed like the perfect person to ask for help. She needed an assistant, and she was willing to pay you for your time.
The arrangement was simple: you would do some light cleaning, cook for her occasionally, and keep an eye on her place while she was out. In return, you would have a place to sleep and enough money to get by. You were more than happy to accept her offer.
You never imagined that your duties would include staring at her feet all day. Kendra was completely focused on her studies, and she seemed to forget that you were even there most of the time. She would sit at her desk with her legs crossed, completely engrossed in her work, while her massive amazon soles were right in your face.
You tried not to look, of course. It was rude to stare, and you didn't want to make her uncomfortable. But it was hard not to notice how perfect those feet were. They were like works of art, with their smooth, tan skin and their strong, muscular arches.
You wondered what they would feel like against your cheek. What would happen if you reached out and touched them? Would she kick you across the room? Or would she finally notice you were there?
As you lay awake in your tiny, makeshift bed in the corner of her living room, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be closer to her. To be more than just an assistant. To be part of her world.
You knew it was a foolish dream. Kendra was way out of your league. She was smart, successful, and completely oblivious to you. But you couldn't help but dream about it anyway, as you listened to the gentle sound of her breathing coming from the other room.
