Sorry for the delay, gang! I had originally finished this story back in July 2017, but I had lost my home wifi connection and since most public places with wifi block this site because their firewalls classify it as porn (prudish jag-offs), I had no way of posting it until now.
One of the reasons “A Tale of Two Stephanies†took so long for me to write was that although I had no shortage of characters and scenarios involving a female-on-female pantyhose fetish encounter, I had a difficult time finding a way to organically link any of them to JoshJack’s “Maggie†Universe. I might continue the “Two Stephanies†arc someday. When exactly? I don’t know. But in the meantime, I’ve decided to spin some of these scrapped story ideas into this yarn about two women taking a trip down memory lane.
Foot Crush
Alix arrived home from her job as a first grade teacher relieved to have made it through yet another week. Caught off guard by a sudden drop in temperature due to a cold front that passed through earlier that afternoon, the 28-year-old was woefully under-dressed in only a purple cardigan and a sleeveless white dress with purple floral print. She was in a good mood nevertheless because Columbus Day Weekend had finally arrived and she planned to spend as much of the next 72 hours as humanly possible in the great indoors with her fiancee Sylvia. Rubbing her arms for warmth after fleeing from her car into her building, Alix boarded the elevator, pressed the button for her floor, and stepped out of her velvet 2 1/ 2″ heel wedge pointy-toed pumps the same shade of purple as her sweater.
Once the elevator stopped on her floor, she picked up her shoes with her left hand and walked to her apartment in her stocking feet, every step on the hallway’s soft burgundy carpet feeling like a fluffy cloud. Alix opened the door and found Sylvia’s black Nine West 3″ heel pumps lying several inches away from each other in the hallway—kicked off and left where they landed. She gingerly stepped around the far-flung shoes and made her way to the living room where she found 27-year-old Sylvia still in her Zadorozny’s uniform—a black blazer with a gold plastic name tag pinned on the lapel, a white oxford shirt and a black skirt—sitting on the living room couch nursing a bottle of Rolling Rock with her black pantyhosed feet propped up on the coffee table.
“Your day was that good, huh?†Alix cracked as she tossed her shoes aside. After Sylvia nodded her head, Alix sighed, “Come on, tell me all about it,â€and flopped down next to her on the couch.
“Some people think they’re so clever.†Sylvia remarked while swinging her legs around and setting her feet into Alix’s lap. As Alix began massaging her feet, Sylvia continued, “Today, I had five people try to pass regular priced items as sale items.â€
Alix guffawed, “No way! Five people?â€
“Yah, five.†Sylvia replied, stroking Alix’s tummy with the side of her left foot.
“Wow!†Alix remarked.
“What some people like to do is take a sale item and a regularly priced item into the changing room and swap the tags, totally forgetting we have cameras everywhere.â€
“That’s a damn shame.†Alix declared.
“The real fun starts when I try to explain to them in as nice a way as possible that they will not be able to purchase that $80 top for $32 because as Assistant Manager, I put the sale tags on myself so I know what’s on sale and what isn’t.†Sylvia said, and Alix laughed. “If they still wanna raise a stink, I give three them choices: pay full price, get arrested for shoplifting or get the fuck out.†She remarked and Alix laughed harder. “Okay, your turn. How was your day?†She asked as set her feet on the floor, making sure they touched Alix’s taupe hose-covered legs on the way down.
“Well,†Alix said as she propped her feet up in Sylvia’s lap, “I think one my kids has a foot fetish.â€
“Really?†Sylvia asked as she kneaded Alix’s taupe-stockinged size sixes. “How can you tell?â€
“You know how while I’m teaching I always sit on my desk and dangle my shoes off my toes until the drop?â€
“Yeah, so?â€
“Well today, I happened to notice little Antonio Ramirez staring at my feet the whole time.â€
“No way!†Sylvia remarked as she continued massaging Alix’s feet. “What did you do about it?â€
“Nothing, he’s seven.†Alix replied. “Besides, it’s normal.â€
“No it’s not.†Sylvia said, then asked, “Is it?â€
“Yeah, it actually is.†Alix said as she put her feet down. “I read it in one of my Psych books back in college. It said that most boys develop a foot fetish as early as infancy.â€
“Get out! What did it say about girls?â€
“There wasn’t much about girls with a foot fetish, except for…â€
“Shoes.†Both women said in unison, and then laughed.
“That figures.†Sylvia remarked. “Hey, that reminds me of a weird thing happened to me eight years ago when I started out as a cashier. I had slipped off my left pump behind the counter to scratch an itch on my right leg with my big toe, and after I scratched the itch and put my shoe back on, I still felt this weird sensation going up and down my leg. So I happened to look down, and…†Sylvia paused mid-sentence, and then said, “Wait, put you foot back up here a sec so I can show you.†After Alix placed her left foot back in her lap, she continued, “I look down and there’s a customer’s kid, a boy no more than two years old, doing this to my leg,â€and proceeded to run her hand up and down the back of Alix’s calf.
Alix giggled, jerked her leg, and said, “Hey, that kind of tickles.â€
“Yeah, exactly.†Sylvia said as Alix put her foot back down. “I liked it, but it was still a little creepy because he was just a toddler.†She chugged down the rest of her beer, set the empty bottle on the coffee table and remarked, “Wow, I can’t believe I’ve forgotten all about that until just now!†As she started gliding her left big toe along her Alix’s left calf, she asked, “So, Little Miss Foot Fetish Expert, when did you realize you had a thing for girl’s feet?â€
“Uhmmmm, freshman year, first day of Calc class.†Alix replied, grabbing Sylvia’s ankle. “I saw a super sexy blonde in a Braves jersey, a pair of cut-off jean shorts, the shiniest pair of tan tights I’ve ever seen, and a pair of white tennis shoes.†She added, placing the foot back into her lap. “She takes the seat directly in front of me and spends the whole hour playing with her shoes like she knew I was watching her.†Alix concluded as she starts tickling Sylvia’s foot, causing her to giggle hysterically.
After Alix stopped tickling, Sylvia started stroking Alix’s tummy with the side of her left foot again and remarked,“Good answer. Too bad it’s a lie.â€
“What you mean, ‘Too bad it’s a lie?’†Alix asked. “Yours are the only stocking feet I’ve ever loved.â€
“Bullshit.†Sylvia replied as she started gliding her right foot up and down Alix’s legs. “You did not just start liking feet when you met me.â€
“Look here, Missy!†Alix teasingly chided. “I still considered myself straight until that day you invited me to do homework together at the Student Union after class, remember?â€
“Don’t change the subject…â€
“Remember we kicked our shoes off and played footsies the whole time?†She asked as she picked up Sylvia’s right foot, placed it in her lap again. “Then we went to Pizza Hut, got a Meat Lover’s,†She cooed softly as she started massaging both of Sylvia’s feet again,“we took it back to my room and played footsies some more while we ate…â€
“Babe, come on.†She cooed back. “Who was really your first foot crush? You can tell me. I won’t get jealous, I promise.â€
“Okay, you win.†Alix replied, setting Sylvia’s feet back down and then knelt sideways on the couch. “Her name was Melissa March. I met her in seventh grade at Our Lady of Benevolence Jr. High. Melissa was one of the popular girls. She always wore white or navy blue tights instead of knee socks with her uniform and always played with her shoes. I idolized her. At first, I started playing with my shoes and wearing tights all the time like she did just to copy her, but the more I did it, the more hooked I got on shoeplay.â€
“See that wasn’t so hard.†Sylvia said.
“Okay, smart ass.†Alix said and playfully tossed the throw pillow between them at Sylvia, which she quickly caught. “Who was your first foot crush?â€
“Mine was a yogi.†Sylvia replied, dropping the pillow on the floor. “Every morning while I got dressed for school, I would watch this 15-minute show called ‘To Life! Yoga With Priscilla Patrick.’†Alix gave her a puzzled look, so Sylvia explained, “Very few people outside of South Carolina have heard of the show, but it’s so popular down there that my local PBS station has been re-running it non-stop since it first aired in the early ‘80s. She had done a couple of other yoga series too, but I always liked that one series in particular because Priscilla wore the same gorgeous navy blue leotard with navy blue tights in every episode. I was instantly turned on and have had a thing for tights and pantyhose and the girls who wear them ever since.†She concluded as she crawled over to Alix and kissed her softly on the lips.
Alix winked at her and asked, “How about some Pizza Hut?†the two women laughed and kissed a few more times before Alix got up and made the call.
Foot Crush
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