Back when I was in college, I had a very pretty female computer instructor. She used to wear different type of shoes and they were all low-tops style. She must have had a least five pairs that I really liked. I loved looking at them. Her feet filled them out very well. During class when she was standing nearby, I used to glance down and stare at them. I couldn't help thinking about what the insides smelled like. I even wanted to slide my dick inside of them, wondering how it would feel.
  Later that semester while in the computer building, as I was leaving I just happened to catch her (by chance) walking down the hallway towards the restrooms. Through out that semester I've fantasized a few times about going in her office to look around. And here was my chance. I watched and waited until she entered the restroom and the door closed. I then went down the hall, around the corner and hurriedly walked towards her office.
  I went by the other office doors as quietly as possible so nobody would hear or see me. I figured it would take me at least 30 seconds to look around her and a few minutes or so before she would make her way back. By then I'd already be gone and she wouldn't suspect a thing. When I got there I quickly glanced and looked around the room and under her desk. And to my surprise-along the wall beside her desk and under her printer/fax stand, a pair of black shoes were lying there. I could only see the bottoms of them as they were turned on their sides. I wasn't too picky at a specific shoe so I just reached down and picked them up.  At first I was just going to rub my hands all over them and take a quick sniff of the insides. But I realized this was probably the only chance I'd ever get at her shoes, so I quickly put them in my back pack. Plus being in a hurry, I took them without even looking at them. When I snuck out and left, I went to a nearby building and that's when I finally got a good look. They ended up being a pair of maryjane-style shoes with a solid heel. Thinking back, I remembered her having them on earlier in the semester but hadn't seeing her wearing them in a few months. And now I had them.
  I carried them with me in my bag (along with my books) to my afternoon classes. And nobody even knew. I felt a little guilty but also excited. I couldn't wait to get back to my room and enjoy them. That evening when I took them out, I studied the outsides of them-noticing all the wear. I took turns holding them up to my nose and took deep sniffs of their odor. Not only was the odor was still in them but was really musky--the kind of musk where you knew she wore them a lot but not recently. I unzipped my pants and stuck my hard on in the right shoe and screwed it over my desk. I kept the other shoe to my nose. And all that time, I thought about her, pretending I was fucking her...and in a way, I was. Every fantasy I ever had of her shoes I was finally able to fillful in real life. I "played" with her shoes off and on for a few hours before going to bed. I just couldn't get enough of them. I even kept one shoe on my dick while sleeping even though I was no longer hard. I just pulled my shorts up over the shoe so it stayed in place. The other shoe I kept next to my face so I could smell her 'musky' odor while I slept. The next morning I put them away and got ready for school. 
  The next time I was in class, I kept thinking about what I did to her shoes and she had no idea. I always wondered if she ever knew how GREAT her shoe odor was. I bet she didn't. To this day I still don't know when she ever realized they were missing or why? But I enjoyed them the rest of the school year. After that, whenever she wore shoes that got me aroused, all I had to do was go back to my room and take out the pair I had, and start jerking off thinking about her.