"Another year at university..." You think to yourself, still unsure if you made the right decision choosing this course; little do you realize, you wont be feeling that way for much longer. You walk through the campus grounds in search of the notice board that will provide you with relevant information to your course, such as lecture times, classroom locations, and who your tutor will be. You recognize the occasional face, smiling back at those who acknowledge you until you eventually arrive at a crowded area in the courtyard, this must be where the notice board resides.

As you join the back of the crowd waiting for an opportunity to approach the board, you notice out of the corner of your eye, someone who seems a little out of place. Roughly in their late 20's they aren't much older than the majority of the students, but rather than being dressed in casual clothes, they're adorned in smart business attire. Just as soon as you had noticed this person, they had already made note of the information they needed and disappeared back into the crowd leading you to wonder who they may be, perhaps a new student on one of the business courses?

After this momentary distraction you avert your focus back to the task at hand and gather the required details form the notice board, before weaving your way out of the crowd in the direction of your first class. As you make the short journey through the center of the courtyard you spot a fellow student sitting on one of the benches, rummaging through her backpack. Your eyes are drawn down her legs, eventually landing on her semi-exposed, flip-flop clad feet. Your pace slows as you drink in the sight, nobody aware of your actions due to the buzz and chaos created by the start of a new school year. You can't help but stare at her feet, your foot fetish addled mind clouding your actions, but you quickly force yourself to snap out of it, checking around to see if anyone noticed your lingering gaze, thankfully nobody is any the wiser.

You sigh, picking up the pace to your destination, your thoughts now elsewhere as you remember all the feet and shoeplay you witnessed in your previous year at university, probably the cause of your bad grades due to all the distractions. Eventually you arrive at your classroom; upon entering you notice you are the first person here, deciding to try and make better of yourself you take a seat right at the front of the class, hoping to avoid any potential distractions this year.

You sit down quietly, placing your bag on the floor and reach under the desk to retrieve your notebook. In doing so, you notice you aren't the first person in the classroom, and there is in fact someone underneath the larger desk at the front of the class. Due to the shape of the desk, there is about a 50cm high gap off the floor where you can make out a shapely behind with a form fitting skirt, a pair of pale but toned legs, and some feet, the heels of which are dipping in and out of a pair of leather high heels as this mystery person leans forward, seemingly trying to connect some cables. You freeze, drinking in the sight of these feet slipping in and out the loose fitting shoes, and that is where we begin...

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