Crystal's Clogs

Just after I turned eighteen was admitted to the psychiatric unit of a local hospital. I had been caught trying to harm myself and was taken there for help. When I got there I immediately noticed this one nurse named Crystal. She was a very attractive shapely brunette. The one thing that really stood out was her clogs. They were a deep reddish brown and very simple in design. They didn't have any adorning features like tassels or braided straps, just plain smooth leather. She wore them every day and I never saw her wearing anything else. Every time I would see those clogs I would get extremely aroused. I commented on them to her one afternoon and she told me that she only wears them at work. I would watch her go about the duties of her job and admire those clogs. 

During a group therapy session, she sat next to me and propped one leg on the other. I was so close to that one clog that I could touch it. Playfully, I reached out and snatched that clog from her foot. She just tilted her head to one side and grinned. She snatched it back and put it back on her foot. I didn't have it long, but I had it long enough to get a good feel of the leather. The leather was so incredibly soft and supple. I was actually in love with her clogs. One afternoon at the end of her shift, I saw her walking out wearing sneakers. I knew right away that her clogs were there somewhere. There was no way I could look for them behind the nurses station, so I tried to think of where they could be. I had not noticed before, but there was a staff lounge a few doors down from my room. It was located at the end of a long hallway a good distance from the nurses station.

I had to have those clogs and I was going to get them. I walked down to the staff lounge and prepared to go in. My heart began to race as I checked the door. It was not locked so I went in. I looked around the room and saw the clogs on a shelf above the coat rack. I grabbed them up quickly and headed back to my room. When I got to my room, I closed my door and got into bed with the clogs. I laid there for a while and just visually inspected the clogs and touched them all over. I rubbed and kneaded the leather and savored it's luxurious softness. I was becoming even more sexually aroused than was before. I rubbed each clog to determine which one was the softest. The left one was slightly softer than the other one.

I placed the right clog on my pillow to look at as I put the left one under the covers near my raging hard dick. I began slowly rubbing the sole against my dick as I massaged the wonderfully soft leather. Slowly and gently, I masturbated with that clog. I felt precum oozing out of my dick. I found one particular area of the leather that felt better than the rest, so I concentrated my focus on it. Slowly and methodically I rubbed the sole against my dick. At the same time I rubbed the leather upper. Then I felt that familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. It came on gradually and increased until I forcefully shot warm stream of semen all over myself. 

Later at bedtime, I did it again. This time I mounted myself atop both clogs and began violently and forcibly fucking them. It didn't take me long to have several shattering orgasms. Before getting out of bed the next morning, I made love to them again. At around 6:00am, I took them back to the staff lounge. I didn't this a few more times before being discharged. Crystal never caught on as to the love affair I was having with her clogs. Many years later I found a pair identical to Crystal’s clogs at a thrift store. I still have them to this day. I would make love to them and imagine that they were hers and I had taken them. I later noticed that someone had engraved initials into the bottom of the wooded soles. The initials are CH. I am no where close to being certain, but I can dream. Maybe they are, and maybe they aren't, but in my mind, I had rediscovered Crystal's clogs.