Cleaning Amber’s boots 17 min read

One of the other branches employed a new person in the supervisor’s job. Her name was Amber and after her first few days, the State Manager sent her to work with me for two days to be trained.

I was pleasantly surprised when Amber arrived. She was gorgeous.

Amber walked in to the office. She was dressed like something out of a music video! She was wearing a little black leather jacket and a little black t-shirt with a couple of strategically placed rips. There was a band logo on the front of her top, I think it was Guns N Roses. Amber was wearing very tight blue jeans with torn knees, and on her feet were black leather calf-length boots with thin heels about three inches high. And she had a black suede belt resting on her hips, with tassels hanging down on the left side.

Of course I thought she looked absolutely sensational, but it certainly wasn’t what staff usually wore to work. Not that I was complaining.

Her boots had a zip on the inside, and the boots looked really small…. Amber had size 6 feet.

She came straight over to my desk and sat down on the other chair. I got off the phone and told Amber that Kelly was going to be away sick today. Amber sweetly offered to fill in for Kelly. I said we’d do some of Kelly’s work but would still finish training Amber in the supervisory work.

I noticed that Amber’s boots had quite a few bits of mud on them. I don’t know whether she’d caught me looking at her boots, or if it was just coincidence, but Amber said “I had to run for the train this morning, so I took a shortcut across this garden bed. I never usually catch trains, so I didn’t know it was all muddy… and now I’ve got mud all over my boots. Sorry! … I don’t want to traipse mud all over the carpet… do you have any tissues?”

I knew this was my big chance. I was finding it hard to breathe, but managed to hide my nervousness.

I tilted my head to the side and looked at Amber’s feet. Most of the mud was around the soles and around almost the whole three inches of both heels. But there were also a few smears of mud on the toes and on the sides of her boots. The mud was a mix of black and a very light brown, like clay.

I said “I don’t think tissues will do a very good job.”

Amber said “That’s OK. I just want to get off the worst of it, so I’m not leaving muddy footprints everywhere.”
I looked at the light grey carpet and could see dirty marks from each of Amber’s footsteps. It wasn’t that bad… just a few little marks from each step.

I smiled and said “Ah! I see! … Just wait here and I’ll get you a cloth and some water. OK?”

Amber said “Thatd be great! Don’t worry, I won’t move from this chair.”

I hurried off to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water, a roll of paper towels, an old newspaper, and a cleaning cloth. As I walked back to my desk, I noticed that Amber’s dirty footprints were worst at the entrance door, but got a little lighter with each step as she’d walked to my desk.

At my desk, I put the supplies on my desk, my mind racing as I tried to figure out the best way to make the offer to clean Amber’s boots for her. Amber sat in the chair looking at the cleaning supplies I’d collected. Her brow was furrowed, as if she was trying to decide how she was going to get the mud off her boots.

I moved my chair out of the way, and dropped to one knee as I laid sheets of newspaper on the floor beside Amber’s chair. Amber had her feet tucked under the chair, resting them on the castor legs and leaving bits of mud on the chair’s legs.

I tried to sound casual as I asked her “Do you want me to wipe the mud off?”

Amber raised her eyebrows a little, then paused briefly before saying “Are you offering to clean my boots?”

I started to panic, in case Amber was offended. Her face was expressionless, and she was just looking at me, waiting for me to answer her question. I quickly said, a little too rapidly, “Well it’s the least I can do, since you’ve offered to help fill in for Kelly, and you wouldn’t have had to catch the train this morning if you hadn’t had to come into our office, and then you wouldn’t have got any mud on your boots, so I feel kind of responsible, so yeah, I’m happy to clean your boots if you want me to!!”

Amber grinned as she said “Thanks… That’d be great” and moved both feet onto the newspaper as she asked “Should I take them off?”

I knelt just in front of Amber’s boots and said “You may as well leave them on.”

Amber said “Ha Ha, Cool” and smiled at me. I started wiping the mud off Amber’s right boot. The mud had lumps of clay in it, but it cleaned off fairly easily. I wiped off the mud with a combination of wet cloth and paper towels, rubbing at the leather of her boot. I rubbed Amber’s boot more than was really needed, trying to massage her foot through the boot’s leather. The heel of Amber’s boot had torn the newspaper underneath it. Then I started cleaning off the mud from the sole, making sure to thoroughly clean off any mud that was in the crevice between the leather and the sole. Doing this, I lifted Amber’s foot with my left hand while I wiped the mud off her boot with my other hand. Amber was looking down at me with a little smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying having me clean the mud off her boots.

Once I’d finished cleaning the sole of Amber’s right boot, I lowered it to rest on top of my leg, and started work on cleaning the mud off her thin high heel. There were a few stubborn bits, but the mud was coming off.

As I was cleaning Amber’s boot, I’d been amazed at how easy it had all been. I was pleasantly surprised at how comfortable Amber was with having me clean her muddy boots.

When Amber’s right boot was clean, I picked up her left foot and placed it on my other leg. Amber didn’t bother taking her right foot off my leg, so I now had both of Amber’s feet resting on my legs while I cleaned her left boot.

Amber said “You know… I could get used to this… having people clean my boots!”

I gave Amber a quick smile, and she told me “This is the second time this month, that someone’s cleaned my boots for me! Two weekends ago, a friend cleaned my boots… She lives on a big property with her boyfriend, but he was away so I stayed at her place for the night. It had been raining, so when it stopped, Jen and I went for a walk along the creek and it was really muddy. My boots were practically brand new. I’d only worn them once before!”

I asked Amber “Oh! These same boots??”

Amber said “No, they were tall boots that came up to my knees. It was dark so I didn’t see how muddy my boots were until we got back to the house. I started crying when I saw them. They were covered in mud! My new boots… Ruined!!

So we took our boots off before we went inside. I was bawling my eyes out. And then Jen told me not to worry and said she would clean my boots, and told me to go inside. So I was on the sofa, under a duvet, with the heater on, watching television and eating the last of the ice-cream… while poor Jen was out in the freezing cold, cleaning my boots on the porch. It took her about an hour, but when she came in with my boots they were good as new! That was so nice of her to clean my boots…”

As Amber told me about her friend cleaning her boots, I wondered whether her friend Jen had the hots for Amber. I also was fascinated by Amber’s strong sense of entitlement… happily sitting in the warm house watching television while her friend froze outside cleaning her boots…. and now happily sitting with her feet on my legs while I cleaned her boots. My black jeans had mud all over them.

When I’d finished cleaning Amber’s left boot, I mentioned that her boots had a couple of tiny little scuff marks and said I had some black shoe polish in my desk drawer.

Amber just kept looking at me with that little half smile on her angelic face. So I asked Amber if she wanted me to give her boots a quick polish.

Amber’s expression didn’t change at all, and she just nodded her head twice to confirm that she wanted me to polish her boots.

I lifted her feet up from my legs and began to shuffle around her chair on my knees, to get the polish and rag from my drawer. I noticed Amber didn’t put her feet back on the dirty newspaper, but instead put both of her booted feet up on my desk.

Still on my knees, I shuffled back around Amber’s chair. I knew I was pushing my luck… while cleaning Amber’s boots I had been expecting someone would come to my desk and catch me on my knees cleaning her muddy boots. But no-one had come along, and now I was going to risk getting caught polishing Amber’s boots while she sat wearing them.

I wrapped up the newspaper and with it the mud and dirt that I had cleaned from Amber’s boots. I looked up at Amber… she still had that same half smile on her face, but looked very relaxed and comfortable, as though it was quite normal to have someone on their knees cleaning mud off her boots and then offering to polish them.

Amber still had her feet up on my desk, and I turned and looked at her boots. It didn’t seem like Amber was going to move her booted feet from my desk, so I figured I would polish them while she rested her feet on my desk.

But as I opened the tube of shoe polish, Amber’s right foot was lightly placed on my right leg, balanced on her thin high heel. I started applying polish to her boot, but then Amber moved her foot across to my other leg. I continued putting polish on her boot, and Amber placed her left foot on my other leg.

I squirmed a little, but I don’t think Amber noticed. I was so turned on from Amber putting both feet on my legs as though she was fully entitled to put her feet on me. I loved her self-confidence, and just hoped she hadn’t noticed the bulge in my pants.

Looking back, I’m pretty sure she had noticed my excited state, because while I was polishing her boot, her foot came into contact with it on three separate occasions… although at the time I thought maybe it was just accidental. And who knows? Maybe it was! But I kind of doubt it.

Anyway, I polished Amber’s right boot and then her left, and she didn’t seem bothered about resting the weight of her foot on her heels, often letting her heels dig into the flesh of my thighs. Whenever I looked up at Amber’s face, she had that little half smile on her lips, watching me all the while.

I had polished both boots, with Amber making contact with my penis on two occasions… the first time she put the side of her boot slightly on it for about twenty seconds, and I was pretty sure that one was unintentional.

The second time, while I was polishing her left boot, Amber pressed the flat sole of her right boot on top of my penis and even gave it a couple of little twists and pushes. She had her foot on it for a minute or two, and I was worried I might cum in my pants. I quickly glanced at Amber but her expression hadn’t changed at all, and she was looking at the boot I was polishing, so I thought maybe she hadn’t realised what was under her foot. But looking back now, I think she probably had done that deliberately.

The third time was while I was buffing her boots. I would place each foot against my stomach and chest while I buffed that boot. When I did that, Amber’s half smile became almost a full smile, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly.

Even now, I’m turned on by Amber’s attitude that day… as though she knew that she was so gorgeous that people would happily clean her muddy boots and would gladly let her put her feet on them and press her heels into them.

As I was buffing Amber’s boots, she had no hesitation in pressing her thin high heels into my stomach or my thighs, not like she was trying to hurt me or anything… but just because it was comfortable for her.

I buffed each boot three times, after making a show of examining her boot closely and deciding I could get it a bit shinier.

After the second time I had buffed Amber’s right boot, she gently dropped it back down on my leg, but with her foot turned out to the side, and her boot’s heel landed directly on my penis. Amber’s heel immediately slid off to the side, and into my inner thigh, but it caught the skin of my penis under the tip of her heel.

I looked at Amber’s left boot and rubbed at a few non-existant imperfections, before saying I’d just give it another quick shine. Amber nodded, and I lifted her left foot up against my torso and began buffing her left boot while the heel of her right boot stayed digging into my thigh with the skin just below the head of my penis pinned underneath her heel. I buffed that left boot for about three minutes, until sadly it was no longer feasible that it needed any more polishing.

When I said that boot was finished, Amber quickly placed her left boot back on my leg and lifted her right boot from my penis, placing it against my chest and saying “What about this one?”

I said I would shine it up a bit more, and then spent about another three minutes buffing her right boot, before having to say it was finished and asking Amber if she was happy with them.

Amber turned her seat to her right and extended her feet out in front of her to admire her clean boots with that same half smile. Amber nodded and said “Thanks” as she tucked her feet back in under her chair and turned back to face the desk.

I said “Wait a sec… there’s some mud on the chair’s base” and dipped a paper towel in the glass of water. Amber lifted her feet and extended her legs under the desk, while I got on my hands and knees and put my head sort of under her chair and washed off the mud that Amber’s boots had left on the chair’s base.

While I was doing that, Amber said “I left some muddy bootprints on the carpet when I came in….”

But Amber didn’t say anything more, and there was a pause of maybe ten seconds before I said “Don’t worry about that… I’ll clean those off.”

Amber didn’t reply… didn’t even say thanks.

So after washing the mud off the chair, I went and washed off Amber’s muddy bootprints, starting with the worst ones, which were just inside the staff entrance door. By the time I got to the office area, still on my hands and knees, Amber was chatting to someone on my phone, with both feet up on my desk.

Amber’s half smile returned when she saw me on my hands and knees cleaning her dirty footprints from the carpet. I discerned that she was talking to her mum. At one stage, she asked what they were having for dinner that night, so I guess Amber still lived at home with her mum. Amber didn’t say anything to her mum about how I’d cleaned her boots and was now cleaning the carpet from each muddy footstep she had taken with her dirty boots. But I suppose she might have already told her mum, before I’d gotten to the office.

The last few muddy marks were where Amber’s chair had been when she first sat down. But now Amber had moved her chair across and her boots were up on the desk beside that patch of carpet.

As I washed at the carpet below and beside Amber’s booted feet, I hoped she might playfully rest her feet on my back, but unfortunately she didn’t. I even took a ridiculously long time cleaning those last few footprints, giving Amber ample time to decide to use me as a footstool, but sadly it did not happen.

When I’d finished my cleaning duties, Amber said goodbye to her mum, and sat properly at the desk, ready to resume work. She didn’t thank me again for cleaning her boots or cleaning up her muddy footprints off the carpet. She was completely back to normal, concentrating on learning about her new job. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck! My brain was jumping all over the place, trying to figure out how I might be able to get Amber to put her feet on me again, maybe even stand on me with those high-heeled boots I’d just cleaned. But Amber was now all business. So I didn’t even offer Amber a foot massage… I didn’t want to make it obvious that I had a thing for her feet…. although I suppose she had already figured that out!

So nowadays I often wonder whether Amber would have indulged me if I’d offered to rub her feet, or to be her footstool or doormat, perhaps wiping her boots on me with that cute little half smile on her adorable face.

It had been a wonderful experience, quite out of the blue, but tragically that was the last day of Amber’s training. If only there had been a third day… but no… in fact I never saw Amber again, even though she worked for the company for about two years. We spoke on the phone a lot, and I was Amber’s go-to guy when she needed any work-related advice or when she needed any relief staff at her branch. Of course I was always helpful and cooperative… I guess Amber knew she had me well and truly wrapped around her little finger.

Amber was one of the most attractive people I’ve ever met. I often wondered whether she continued to dress so nicely over the two years she worked there. I never heard anyone make any comment about it, so maybe she’d only dressed like that for her training days in the city.

And I don’t think I ever met anyone with such an entitled attitude when having their boots cleaned by a work colleague who they’d only met the day before. Her boots had a lot of mud on them, but having someone clean the mud off her boots seemed to be no big deal to her. I had muddy marks on my jeans for the rest of the day, but Amber didn’t even seem to notice. And having her booted feet on me, and with her spiky heels pressing into me, seemed to be no big deal either. Same with cleaning the carpet from each footfall of her muddy boots. And Amber had told me that story, about how she’d sat rugged up warm and toasty watching television, while her friend was outside in the freezing cold for an hour cleaning Amber’s muddy boots.

The next two years while Amber was working there, I expected that at some point we would meet again, at a meeting or a training course or something. During that time, I saw most of the other supervisors at some time or other, but cruelly I never got to see Amber again.