Your eyes went wide as you gaze upwards at Ms. Ducasse's foot. The buzzing sensation that came from the adrenaline of falling helped you remember all the things of your dreams. This was a dream come true, you couldn't take it anymore and reached out to- HOLD IT! You take a deep breath and try to lower your heart rate.
This was clearly foolish. Sure this was the opportunity of a lifetime, but it would likely result in your death. Her toes were bigger than you are, a single wrong move and you'll be paste! For the first time you lower your eyes away from her foot. Her amazing, perfect foot.
Something catches your attention again. It was a smell. It was like...vanilla. You raise your head again and sniff in a few directions. When you find which direction it was coming from you couldn't help but make a smile. It was coming from Ms. Ducasse's foot. Taking a step closer, you get a better smell. She must use some kind of vanilla scented lotion. There was also a bit of sweat you could smell, probably from walking around for the day, but it was meager.
Suddenly, the monolith in front of you shifted. Surprised, you fell back on your butt and watched as she shifted her legs. They became crossed and she began dangling one of her heels. From this perspective you could see the heel of her bare foot and it was waving the smell towards you in waves.
"Nope, I am not going to do it!" you say to yourself. You began to breathe through your mouth and look away. Repeating it over and over in your head, you convince yourself to not give in. "Oops" you hear above you. Looking up you see a black heel falling towards you like a meteor! You began to scramble away as it makes its way directly upon you. You run as fast as you can muster. You can hear it falling above you, driving you to move faster. Finally, you hear it crash down behind you.
You turn back and it was only a few of your feet behind you. Taking a couple of steps you come up to the entrance of the shoe. There was a lingering smell of feet and vanilla. You look back up and your heart misses a couple of beats. Directly above you is Ms. Ducasse's, the young and beautiful teacher, bare foot. You could see her part of her smooth sole, her flexing toes with black polish.
That's it. You can't take anymore. You crawl inside of her heel. The insole is warm and moist to the touch. You move towards the arch section, figuring it would be the best place to survive. Since it's on the side, you have to wait for it to be turned back up.
Looking up again, you see giant hands reach down and pick up the shoe. As it turns upright, you lay down on the insole looking up. Ms. Ducasse brings the shoe up towards her bare foot, giving you an even better view every second. Then she begins to put it on.
Her toes pass over your head as they move towards their section. You reach a hand up and feel her smooth skin as it glides by. Silk was sandpaper compared to her. Then the massive wall of skin moved downwards onto you. To anyone else it looked like the teacher was placing on a lost shoe, but to you it was like heaven.
Her foot placed onto you, applying a bit of pressure onto you. Your arms were spread open, so it kinda felt like you were hugging her sole. The smell of her lotion was mixed with feet and much stronger. Curiosity got the best of you and you plant a small kiss on the foot. It really did taste like vanilla.
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