ShoeLove - Chapter 4 - Jana I @chuckloveinsta

Some time passed after the ski camp, what felt like an eternity.

Tamara and Marie winked at me more often during class, but nothing more happened.

Neither could I - as usual - go into the girls' cabin during physical education classes, as we had swimming lessons for this grade. Unfortunately, it was in the municipal bathing complex, where it was almost impossible to get into the women's changing room without being seen. To make matters worse, there were also lockers with locks, no, my chances were almost zero.

But towards the end of this dry spell, a ray of light seemed - a very bright one to be precise.

It was a tradition for the school to hold a dance class with a prom. The first big official ball, for most the first contact with the opposite sex, the first time dancing and above all - the first time elegant ball gowns with matching high heels for the girls. They had been driving themselves crazy weeks before; Which dress? Which shoes? What hair? Can I walk in heels? Etc.

Finally the time had come. The first dance lesson was due. It was a Friday after school. The course took place in the city hall, because we were more than 150 people.

When we got there, we all had to go to the basement of the facility, where the toilets and changing rooms were.
As soon as I descended the stairs, my breath caught at the thoughts that shot into my head.

All the girls in my grade are here.

All.

Not only Marie and Tamara, no, also Jana, Antonia, Hanna, Ines, Leonie and Sabine!

I continued down the stairs and stepped through the door that said "changing room".

But what was that? That wasn't a changing room!

I saw a huge room with no chairs, no furniture of any kind, only two dark basement windows on two sides. Everyone just threw their things on the floor somewhere, wherever there was space. The girls too. All in one big room.

Some of them had brought their high heels with them to practice, even if most of them couldn't even walk up the stairs properly afterwards.

But that wasn't what caught my attention. There were of course beautiful high heels with them, the girls didn't let themselves go. Black, red, matt, shiny, wedge heels, straps, peep toes, ...

No. It was Jana.

I saw her in the crowd from afar. She knelt on the floor and loosened the laces of her black Converse sneakers.

She won't take them off, will she?
YOU?

I had never seen Jana without her black, deep Converse.

She even wore them in PE class!

Every other girl switched to her sports shoes, but not so Jana. She kept her Converse on. Even at parties, you could only meet them with their sneakers.

I didn't know if it was the same pair all along, or if it replaced them after a while.
Either way, just the thought of the smell in my shoes after a double hour of exercise made a bulge in my pants.

And yet, here she kneeled and took off her Converse for the first time before my eyes.

Next to her stood a simple black pair of heels with a brown, medium-thin heel on the floor.

The time passed like in slow motion as she took off her white, short socks from her feet and stuffed them roughly into the respective sneaker. Still neatly put the right sock in the right shoe, the left in the left.
Then she put on her heels, got up, and walked surprisingly well towards the exit on the other side of the room.

From then on, I had only one thought: How do I get the hell down to the basement within the next 90 minutes?

I had to leave my things there and went up to the others. In the whole time I couldn't think properly, I thought and racked my brains how I could get down.

But it was easier than I thought. Since some were sick that day, the number of dance class participants did not increase, which meant that some had to change partners. During this time, the "rest" sat on the edge on gray chairs.

I didn't even try to find a partner, but did what I did best: make myself invisible. That worked out well, I was allowed to wait in the chairs with a few other guys.

Meanwhile I looked at Jana. She tried to dance in her heels, as did Marie and Tamara. They had made an extremely good choice of shoes - they wore the boots from the ski camp.

The boots.

I briefly watch the goings-on until I can't stand it any longer.

"Sorry, where is the toilet, please?" I asked one of the dance teachers in a quiet moment.

"Oh, right down the stairs, next to the changing rooms!" He turned away again.

Bingo.

Without running, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. And there was the door again.

"Changing room"

I opened it carefully and peeked in to see if anyone was inside. Nobody.
It went past countless Adidas superstars, boots and UGGs. I only had one goal. I found her determined.

Jana's Converse.

I sat next to her backpack, to the shoes. I carefully picked up the right shoe.

It had clear signs of wear, the black was faded, the white tip covered with scratches and dirt.
The sole had expired at the heel, the Converse logo was only tangible.
The laces were on the outside rather than the inside like many other girls did. Jana probably wanted to see the loops.

I held my breath for a few seconds, pressing my nose into the inside of the Converse as deeply as possible. I was right on the sock and the sole.

Then I breathed in.

The air rushed into my lungs, my pulse beat faster.

It smelled lovely, sweet, sweaty, woody. The pleasure rose in me. I fished the white sock from inside the shoe. It was distinctly black on the underside. You could guess the individual toes. The sock was still damp.

She must have sweated in her sneakers on the way to the course.

I sniffed him again, deep with my nose right on the fabric. Then I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down a little, always with one ear pointing towards the door.

I took out my erect member. Point first, I slid into Jana's shoe as best I could. I didn't realize she was only size 36.

I squeezed all of my manhood into it. The glans rubbed the very tip of the inside, where the toes were. My testicles were squeezed into the heel area.

It was tight. Very tight. But that was what mattered.

The inside of the shoe also felt slightly damp. The thought occurred to me that the sneakers were already wet like a vagina and were waiting for me; ready to be used.

I leaned back, took the other shoe, put it on my nose and moved the other and my member up and down.

Divine.

I hadn't had an orgasm days before that, so my pleasure was correspondingly great and my piece was full.

It didn't take long for it to take hold and the load shot into the shoe.

Damn it.
Again nothing to wipe out!

Like back then in the ski camp.

I had no choice but to leave the sauce in the shoe. I tried to put everything back as I had found it and crept back upstairs with some relief, a great experience richer.

At the end of the course everyone had to go back to the changing rooms. So does Jana. I was behind her to see her as best as possible.

Would she notice? What will she do?

When she got to her place, she knelt on the floor again and, visibly relieved, took off her heels while chatting with a friend.

Then she put her Converse back on.

First the left one. I noticed that she took the sock out and put it on her heels.

Would she wear them barefoot?

A lump formed in my throat. No chance that anything was dried in the shoe.

Then finally the right sneaker. She continued talking to her friend, but suddenly she fell silent.

She had slipped her foot into the shoe and had to stand right in the middle of the juice.

She looked up at the ceiling. Pulled her foot a little out of the shoe and saw the sperm that had spread on her toes.

Then she slipped back into the shoe and tied it up. She got a red head.

"Somethings wrong?", asked the friend.

"No, no," Jana said and shook her head when she got up again. The heels and socks in one hand, the backpack in the other.

Then they left the room, the friend, Jana and her black, deep, Converse.

End of chapter 4.