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Chelsea's Clogs

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I've had this story on my mind for a while but just recently had time to sit down and write it. Here's part 1.

Chelsea’s Clogs

I was in elementary school when I first met Chelsea. Our classroom had groups of four desks scattered around the room, with each group of having two desks on one side facing the two desks opposite. At some point during the school year, Chelsea and I ended up sitting across from each other and getting to know each other. I don’t remember much about her looks or fashion from this time period, but I do remember that she had a pair of clogs that she would wear just about every day with jeans, sometimes barefoot, sometimes with socks. As time went on, we developed this game where I would attempt to pull Chelsea’s clog off her foot. While I wasn’t old enough to get any sexual arousal out of our game, I do know that I was interested in watching girls play with their shoes which made our game entertaining for me. To my disappointment, Chelsea was very good at keeping her shoes firmly on her feet, though I did successfully get one off on a few occasions. I clearly remember the first of these occasions quite well because as soon as I dislodged her clog, Chelsea let out a squeal, “My Shoooooooe!” and quickly demanded I return her shoe in a panicked tone. Luckily, the classroom was rather loud as we worked in groups, otherwise we would have both turned red in embarrassment. My adolescent fear of my own embarrassment led me to immediately return Chelsea’s shoe to her under the desk, preventing me from seeing her struggle to retrieve it. We continued our innocent game of footsies until the end of the year when Chelsea moved away to another school, permanently ending our game.

Fast forward 10 years to the fall of my senior year of college when Facebook was the newest, greatest thing. I had signed up and started connecting with my current classmates and reconnecting with old classmates. Over the next few days I kept finding and adding more old classmates. One of those former classmates just happens to be my footsie friend Chelsea, who was attending college on the other side of the country in California. We exchange infrequent messages filling each other in on the highlights of our last 10 years. As the Thanksgiving holiday break approaches, Chelsea asks if I would be able to pick her up from the airport and give her a ride to her parent’s house. She offers to take me out to lunch as repayment and like any college student, I quickly accept any offer involving free food. It wasn’t until after I accepted Chelsea’s offer that I thought back to our elementary school days and began to hope that lunch wouldn’t be my only repayment that day.

Chelsea was scheduled to arrive on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and I would pick her up, take her out to lunch, and drop her off with her family as it was on the way home to my own family. As the day finally arrived, I found myself filled with a nervous excitement. From what I could see on her Facebook page, Chelsea was quite attractive even if she was not a ‘perfect 10.’ She had always been relatively short and was still the shortest in most of her photos, probably around the 5-foot mark. Her short stature gave her a ‘thick’ appearance, but she certainly wasn’t overweight, and had what I considered a hot body. As an added benefit, Chelsea was very well gifted in the chest area, carrying what looked to easily be D cup breasts, which she wasn’t afraid to show off given some of the photos she posted.

All of this research made it easy to spot Chelsea as she exited the ‘Arrivals’ door at the airport. Her dark brown hair was down slightly past her shoulders and had a slight natural curl to it and bobbed slightly with each step as she walked towards me. Unfortunately, she was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt with her university logo on the front, which worked well to hide her ample breasts but probably offered the most comfort for a cross country flight. Fortunately, this was made up for by the by the form fitting pair of grey yoga pants she was wearing, certainly also for comfort, but showcasing her lovely figure. Her yoga pants ended just above her ankles, giving way to her tan feet tucked away in a pair of nude colored flats. Apparently, Chelsea had done some research of her own and was able to quickly recognize me among the crowd of waiting family and friends, smiling as she recognized me and quickly walking in my direction with her suitcase in tow. As she reached me, she stretched out her arms and reached up to embrace me in a hug. If Chelsea was on the short side of the spectrum, I was on the tall side, standing around 6’ 4” which meant Chelsea had a long way to stretch, even when standing on her tiptoes. As I bent down to meet her embrace, I could see that stretching to reach me had caused both of her heels to pop out of her flats, exposing her tanned skin and thin black nylon ped socks. As we released from our embrace, Chelsea’s feet found their way back into their shoes, but I did notice a bit of her ped socks were still visible, peeking out of her low-cut shoes near her toes, which I found sexy and began to divert blood flow to certain extremities.

We exchanged greetings and small talk as I took Chelsea’s suitcase for her and began walking to the parking area. After a brief walk, we were situated in my car and on our way to a small café I was familiar with near my university. Parking wasn’t an issue as many people had already left the city trying to maximize their holiday time, and once inside we pretty much had the place to ourselves. We sat across from each other at a small table and were quickly attended to by our server. Once we had placed our orders, I was finally able to focus my attention on the attractive girl sitting across from me. While carrying on our conversation about the past 10 years, I was able to let my eyes drift down to take in the sights beneath the table. Chelsea’s short physique meant her feet could barely reach the ground and as she had crossed her right leg over her left, her left heel was popped out of her flat as her toes stretched to reach the floor. Her right heel was also free from its shoe as Chelsea let the well-worn shoe dangle from toes.

Now that I was aware of the show going on beneath the table, the conversation above the table became harder to focus on. Luckily, our food arrived which gave me some relief from chatting and allowed me to return my focus beneath the table. Chelsea maintained the same position, only now with her left leg crossed over her right with both heels once again free from their flats. Now I was able to watch as she uncrossed her legs, careful not to lose the dangling flat, placing it on the floor allowing her to slip her foot back inside. After a brief pause, Chelsea crossed her right leg back over her left, once again popping her left heel out of her shoe as she stretched to reach the floor.

As her right foot hung suspended in air in front of me, I was able to take in the details of Chelsea’s foot. Her nude flats had clear signs of wear, probably logging plenty of miles on campus. The shoes were very low cut, exposing a healthy amount of Chelsea’s beautiful toe cleavage, except where her nylon foot cover was pulled up high enough to be exposed above the vamp of her flat. The same way as panties sticking out above a pair of jeans or getting a sneaky peek up a girl’s skirt excites some, seeing what was meant to be hidden from view accidentally exposed really got the voyeur in me excited. My attention was momentarily diverted to the tightening in my pants as, if on cue, Chelsea flexed her foot allowing her flat to release from her heel and dangle from her toes. I stretched my own leg out, placing my foot just behind Chelsea’s dangling flat, hoping enough movement from her would send it tumbling to the floor, before returning my attention above the table to our conversation.

Despite bouncing her dangling shoe off my foot a few times, Chelsea never moved it far enough to completely dislodge her shoe. Not wanting to miss my chance, I committed myself to separating her shoe from her foot much like I had during our elementary games of footsie. I glanced down and as her dangling flat lined up with my outstretched foot, I quickly and firmly pulled my leg back towards me, catching her dangling shoe with my foot and sending it flying to the floor and eliciting a “Eeeek, my shoe!” from Chelsea, and déjà vu from me. Chelsea quickly uncrossed her legs and frantically began sweeping the floor in front of her with her shoeless foot searching for her flat. Fortunately for me, Chelsea’s short legs left her with a rather limited search area. Even after resorting to awkwardly leaning over and looking under the table to find her shoe, she still could not reach it on her own. Realizing she could not get her shoe back without directing further attention to her embarrassment, Chelsea pulled her naked foot back and tucked it under her left foot, which had popped out of her remaining flat. “Can you give me my shoe?” she asked.

“Wait, what?” I replied, feigning surprise and confusion at her sudden request.

“Can you give me back my shoe? I can’t reach it and since you’re the one who knocked it off, I’d really appreciate it.”

“What do you mean I knocked it off,” clearly lying to myself and wondering how much Chelsea was buying my innocence act as I continued to deprive her of her shoe.

“Well maybe not intentionally, but your foot hit mine and knocked my shoe off, almost like back in elementary school.”

“Oh yeah, right,” I replied, once again feigning surprise as I leaned over to locate Chelsea’s lost shoe, which I was surprised to find almost at the base of my chair. “I remember those days, you used to get really embarrassed when I stole one of your shoes,” I reminder her as I leaned down to pick up her stray shoe, “Good thing there’s nobody here to see your predicament.”

“Well the waitress will if you don’t hurry up.” Chelsea replied, a little more panic seeping into her voice.

I motioned for her to stretch out her shoeless foot then leaned forward and took her foot in my left hand, making sure to fully take in the moment. I slid my left hand from the middle of her sole along her silky nylon foot cover to the back of her heel to support her foot while my right hand replaced the shoe on her foot, first inserting her toes into her low cut flat then slipping the back of her shoe over her heel before releasing it and allowing her to take her foot back. With her shoe back on her foot and in her control, Chelsea gave me a look that clearly showed she was relieved at not being embarrassed in front of the waitress, but also that she seemed a bit intrigued by what had just happened.

Any tension was quickly broken by the return of our server to deliver the check, making me wish I had held out just a little bit longer to fully embarrass my lunch partner. As Chelsea gave her credit card to the server, I checked traffic conditions to find the quickest way home. While I was distracted with my phone, I felt something bump into my calf and slide up the inside of my leg to just above my knee. I looked down see Chelsea’s outstretched leg with her heel once again popped out of her flat as she teased the inside of my knee, which was as far as she could reach. I looked up to see a flirty smile creep across my companion’s face, but that smile was quickly replaced by a gasp and look of shock as I reached under the table and removed her dangling flat. As soon as I removed Chelsea’s shoe, I could see our server making her way towards our table. I gently tossed Chelsea’s shoe back towards her side of the table, but it bounced sideways and out from under the table.

Before Chelsea could locate her errant shoe and get it back on her foot, our server arrived at our table, looked down suddenly and said “Oh, sorry, I just kicked your shoe away. Here you go,” she said as she used her own foot to return Chelsea’s lost shoe to her, as well as her credit card.

“Thank you” Chelsea replied, her face red with embarrassment as she slipped her shoe back on. After the waitress had left, Chelsea glared at me and said, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Sorry, I didn’t actually mean for your shoe to end up halfway across the restaurant. You were teasing me, I just wanted to tease you back a little bit.”

The stern look on Chelsea’s face began to fade as a smile creeped across her lips. “I guess I can forgive you since it was kind of my fault.”

“Good. That kind of took me by surprise. I don’t remember the leg teasing being a part of our game”

“Well that was kid footsies, we’re a little more mature now.” Chelsea replied with a wink, leaving me as the embarrassed one for the first time today. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she continued, bringing me back to reality.


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Charming story.
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Part 2

We left the café and started the drive to Chelsea’s house, about an hour away. The conversation flowed easily between us and in what seemed like mere minutes we were exiting the interstate, with only about 10 more minutes to Chelsea’s home. Throughout the trip I had noticed some subtle shoeplay from my companion on the floorboard of my car. She seemed to enjoy dipping her feet in and out of her flats, gently sliding her toes along the insole of her shoe. This intermittent show kept me semi hard for most of the drive and saddened me that it would soon come to an end.

“Turn in here,” Chelsea said, snapping me back to reality as she directed me into the parking lot of a convenience store. “Pull over there and park please,” she continued, pointing towards an empty group of parking spots away from the store entrance. As I pulled into a spot and shifted to park, Chelsea turned towards me and sighed, “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” I replied smiling more than I should have at my terribly corny joke.

Chelsea smiled, probably more to humor me than from actual amusement at my pun. “Do you like feet?”

The bluntness took me by surprise, a shocked look crossed my face, and I was unsure how to answer. While I did in fact have a foot fetish, it was not something I really advertised as a 21-year-old guy, assuming most girls would think it’s weird or gross. Despite that, I did realize that I had been quite open playing with Chelsea’s feet today and we did have a long history of playing footsies together. “Yeah, I guess I do” was the response I finally settled on.

“Interesting,” was the ambiguous reply from Chelsea. After a brief pause that seemed to last for ages while I tried to determine if I gave the correct response, Chelsea slipped her feet out of her shoes and placed them on the dashboard. “Do you like my feet?” she asked.

“Yeah, they’re sexy. I like your shoes too,” I replied, quickly realizing the second half of that response was much more awkward than I intended, “I mean…I like how they make your feet look.” Still not satisfied with my response, I stammered on “I like your legs too. Uhhhh, I guess I just like the whole package.”

Chelsea smiled coyly, apparently pleased with my responses. “Have you ever thought back to us playing footsies in elementary school and fantasized about taking it further than just footsies?”

Wow, I thought to myself, she was really cutting to the chase. She also seemed to have me all figured out. “Yeah, I have thought about it before when I’m uh, you know…” I was cut off before I could think of a respectful way to describe jerking off to the thought of her feet as Chelsea leaned across my center console and gave me a passionate kiss. My shock was quickly overcome by awareness of my own arousal and I returned her advances and intertwined my tongue with hers. Her hand caressed the side of my face while I reached across to feel her perfect ass that I had been staring at all afternoon, when I wasn’t admiring her feet. I moved my hand up and down the smooth spandex material of her yoga pants, surveying every inch of her backside that I could reach.

That’s when I remembered that I still hadn’t seen her tremendous breasts in person yet as they had been hidden under her sweatshirt. I slid my hand up under her sweatshirt and was surprised to feel bare skin. I thought to myself that maybe her shirt had just ridden up, but that bare skin continued until my hand reached the silky material of her bra. I adjusted my hand and attempted to grab as much of her breast as possible then gently massaged it in my hand, eliciting a moan of approval from Chelsea. In return, I felt her hand slide down my body to start massaging my fully erect manhood through my jeans.

As we continued to make out like a couple of teenagers, I managed to get my hand under her bra and find her erect nipple, squeezing it between my thumb and finger. Chelsea once again moaned with approval and returned the favor by lowering my zipper and freeing my erection. For the first time since locking lips, Chelsea pulled away to catch her breath, and take a peek at what she had discovered. Without missing a beat, Chelsea swung her feet up into my lap, placing one on each side of my throbbing member before beginning to slowly slide them up and down my shaft. The soft nylon of her ped socks allowed my manhood to slide effortlessly between her arches and I knew I wouldn’t last long. As Chelsea began to quicken her pace, I managed to blurt out “Give me your shoe.”

She reached down to the floorboard and grabbed one of her flats and handed it to me as if it were a completely normal request. As soon as I had her flat in my hand, I brought it to my face and buried my nose in the toe of her shoe, taking in the sweet scent of her sweaty feet in her well-worn flat. Chelsea began to wrap her toes around my cock as she continued to work her feet up and down. This coupled with the heavenly scent from her shoe quickly brought me to the point of no return. I dropped her shoe in my lap and grabbed her feet with both hands, squeezing them together as I began to thrust back against her strokes. As my climax began, my body stiffened, and I held her feet tights as I shot several ropes of cum all over the front seat of my car. Some landed on Chelsea’s legs and feet as well as my own lap and even in her empty shoe which was still on my lap. As my spasms subsided, Chelsea used her foot to wipe the last dribbles of cum from the tip of my cock.

As I came down from my climax I was overwhelmed with feelings of shock, amazement, exhaustion, but was able to find my voice and ask, “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

“Guys aren’t the only ones who can watch porn,” was her reply as a large smile spread across her face, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve been really horny all week thinking about the possibilities of today”

“I more than enjoyed it as you can see. Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked, beginning to feel guilty that our fun had only really been one sided.

“I’ll tell you what, I was supposed to meet some friends Saturday night in the city before flying back to school. Why don’t you take me out and I’ll make sure it’s worth it for both of us? As long as you don’t mind me staying at your place Saturday night of course.”

“That sounds like a great idea” was the best response I could come up with as my mind began to imagine the possibilities of a whole night with Chelsea.

I was quickly snapped back to reality as Chelsea cleared her throat to get my attention and said, “Why don’t you put that away before somebody walks by,” as she tapped the head of my shrinking erection with her foot. “And can I have my shoe back, please?”

“You didn’t seem to be too embarrassed without your shoes this time,” I teased as I tucked my cock back into my pants. I picked up Chelsea’s shoe from my lap and brought it to my nose for one last quick smell before placing it back on her foot. “The smell of your sweat and your perfume in your shoe is amazing. I can’t wait to explore them even more on Saturday. Look, just thinking about it is turning me on again.” I said, motioning to the growing tent in my pants.

“You can do whatever you want to me and my feet this weekend, but for now we need to get going so I can get home.
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Interested to see how it ends or does it just keep on going?
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Hamilton wrote: Sat Jan 11, 2020 9:01 pm Interested to see how it ends or does it just keep on going?
There is an end, just need to write it.
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Finally got around to adding more to this story. Here's the next part.

Over the next few days, the daytime hours were spent with family and celebrating the holiday while each evening was spent texting and messaging Chelsea. Our chats would often last into the early hours of the morning and covered all manner of topics from innocently catching up on the last 10 years of our lives, to less innocent discussions about sexual adventures, turn-ons, and eventually my foot fetish. Chelsea admitted that she wasn’t sure if our elementary footsie game was a sure sign that I was into feet, but my repeated ‘accidental’ encounters with her under the table at lunch had convinced her for sure. I admitted to her that it wasn’t just feet and footsies that turned me on, but that I was pretty much a fan of everything from the waist down on the female body. I was a big fan of legs, feet, sexy shoes, and those feet slipping in and out of those sexy shoes, even more so when pantyhose were involved. I also confessed that she was the first person I shared most of those admissions with as I a bit embarrassed as a young, otherwise normal guy into feet and nylons.

Chelsea assured me that everything was fine and normal to her. She reminded me that she had at least some idea that I might have a foot fetish when she thought back to our elementary days and told me that she wouldn’t have asked for a ride if she wasn’t into the idea of confirming her hypothesis. She also confessed that she had a bit of a love/hate relationship with pantyhose. On one hand, she was accustomed to wearing them as after moving away she attended a Catholic school where tights and nylons were the norm for ‘proper ladies’ but that they made it difficult for her to keep her shoes on her feet and she often found herself playing with her shoes under her desk. I told her there was nothing wrong with that and some guys would find that to be a good thing. As we concluded our chat in the early hours of Saturday morning and I settled into bed, I had to resist the urge to relieve my raging hardon, reminding myself that I was going to need all the stamina I could get later that night.

Saturday morning had finally arrived and after packing my things and saying goodbye to my family and relatives, I made the short drive to Chelsea’s house. While I knew this evening would be the main event, I was still excited to see what outfit Chelsea had planned for our return trip to the city, and when she answered the door, I wasn’t disappointed. Chelsea stood before me in a grey cowl neck sweater dress that came down to mid-thigh, black opaque tights, and black knee-high boots with a modest 3-inch stacked heel. Once I finally brought my eyes up to hers, Chelsea was already looking at me with a sultry grin on her face, apparently pleased with my initial reaction to her outfit. I helped her gather her bags and bring them to my car, making sure to allow her to walk in front of me in order to admire her outfit from behind.

Once everything was loaded, we took our places in the car and set off for our return trip to the city. We made small talk, discussing our holidays and family drama that had occurred. Not long into the trip Chelsea asked, “Do you mind if I take my boots off and get comfortable for the ride?”

“After our chat last night, you should know you don’t need to ask,” was my suggestive reply.

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t mind,” she said with a smirk, “I was just trying to be nice.” With that, Chelsea pulled her left foot up onto her right knee and began unzipping her boot to begin the removal process. This motion caused her modest dress to rise up her thighs considerably. Just as quickly, she replaced her now bootless left foot on the floor and pulled her right foot up onto her left knee to repeat the process. Once again, this motion hiked her dress up a bit further, this time exposing her white gusset contrasting against her black tights. The view only lasted a moment before she placed her right foot back on the floor, and I returned my eyes to the road.

A moment later, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Chelsea moving in her seat once again. She adjusted her position so that she could place her nylon covered feet on my dashboard, similar to the way she had only a few days prior. Unfortunately, we weren’t stopped in a parking lot this time and I had to split my time between looking at her feet and the road. Chelsea carried on our small talk while I kept stealing glances, both of us aware that the other was fully aware of what was going on. What Chelsea may or may not have noticed was that by not adjusting her dress after taking off her boots, there wasn’t much material left to cover her modesty and her new position with her feet propped up gave me a nice view up between her thighs to her crotch as well.

Not able to control myself any longer, I reached over with my right hand and began caressing Chelsea’s left leg. The silky material stretched across her luscious thigh felt like heaven under my hand. I let my hand slide further up her thigh as I continued to caress her leg until I could begin to feel the heat emanating from her crotch. I pushed what little material was left of her skirt up to her waist and let my hand wander to the hot, damp area between her thighs. Chelsea moaned with approval as she spread her knees wide allowing me full, unrestricted access to her nylon covered pussy. I traced the outline of her gusset, making sure to pay extra attention to the top, where her clit would be, hidden somewhere beneath the sexy material of her tights. It didn’t take me long to confirm I had found the correct spot as a shiver ran down Chelsea’s body and another moan escaped her mouth.

With this type of distraction next to me, the rest of our drive seemed to fly by. Almost as quickly as our fun began, we were pulling up outside my apartment. I parked my car went to get our bags from the trunk while Chelsea slipped back into her boots. As we made our way up the stairs and into my apartment, I noticed that Chelsea had only slipped her feet back into her boots, not bothering with the zipper, and the tall leather boots slouched a bit down each of her calves. I’m not sure what it was, but something about this look turned me on and as soon as we had set down our bags inside the door, I took her hand and led her the short distance to my couch. I guided Chelsea to her seat while I took a kneeling position on the floor and front of her, slowly running my hands up and down her legs.

I took a hold of her left boot and sensually removed it from her foot, setting it down gently next to me. I returned my hands to her right foot and repeated the process, this time sticking my nose inside the zipper for a quick sniff. While not as strong as her flats from the other day, the aroma was as sweet and arousing. I placed her right boot down with her left and looked up to see that she had a coy little smile on her face from watching me inhale her scent. Without breaking eye contact, I guided her right foot towards my mouth, feeling even more blood flow divert to my crotch as her silky toes met my lips. I planted slow, sensual kisses on her toes and soles while also enjoying her familiar scent. As I made my way back to her toes, I parted my lips and let her toes slip into my mouth. I took her whole foot as far into my mouth as I could before retreating to focus on each of her toes individually. As I explored her foot with my mouth, I looked up to see that her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, a smile of pleasure on her face.

Taking advantage of her distracted state, I lowered my gaze to Chelsea’s crotch, which was once again mostly exposed by her wandering hemline. The white gusset material contrasted starkly with her thick, dark tights and I saw what appeared to be a few pubic hairs sneaking out of the woven material above her gusset. As I took a closer look now that I wasn’t also tasked with driving, it appeared that Chelsea had decided to go without panties under her tights this afternoon. I reached up with my hands, feeling just how soaked she had become and began to tease her through the soft material. Her wetness only added to my belief that she was going commando, but there was only one way to find out for sure. I grabbed hold of her tights near the gusset and poked a small hole with my fingers before quickly ripping open the hole to expose her bare womanhood and elicit a surprised gasp from Chelsea. Her lips glistened with her juices as I admired my prize, topped nicely with a well-maintained landing strip.

“Couldn’t be bothered with panties today?” I asked teasingly.

“Nah, I wanted to give you a show.”

“Well I like it,” I said as I lowered my head between her legs. As I began to work her pussy with my tongue, I could feel Chelsea’s legs wrap around my head and I reached up with my hands to caress her silky thighs. As I worked her lower half from all angles, I could tell my work was having the desired effect as Chelsea’s moans increased in volume and intensity. I could feel her legs tighten around my head and her feet begin to dig into my back. Just as I contemplated using my hands to fight for air instead of caressing her thighs, Chelsea screamed out that she was cumming and my face was met with a surge of juices. I did my best to not let any go to waste, but my tongue was overwhelmed by the sudden explosion I had caused.

“Holy shit,” Chelsea exclaimed, breathless. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before and the girls and I had some fun nights back at school.”

“You’ll have to tell me more about that at dinner later. I have something else in mind for right now,” I said as I reached down and released my fully erect cock from my pants. I guided it towards her dripping pussy and once it was aligned with her entrance, I slowly but firmly drove the length into her on the first stroke.

“Mmmmppfffffff. That feels amazing,” Chelsea exclaimed between moans.

“Wrap your legs around me again,” I instructed as I removed my shirt, “I want to feel as much of your pantyhose as I can. Chelsea dutifully wrapped her legs around my midsection as my hands once again resumed surveying every inch of her thighs and my hips continued to thrust in and out of her. While Chelsea was the first girl I had confessed my full foot fetish to, I had admitted to some previous girlfriends that I thought they looked very sexy in pantyhose, and had even had sex with them in nylons on a few occasions, but this was out of this world compared to those previous experiences. My cock felt harder and longer than ever before as I plowed into Chelsea while still working my hands up and down her legs. She aimed to please as well, doing her best to slide her legs up and down my bare torso despite the pounding she was receiving.

“I’m going to cum again,” Chelsea blurted out, bringing my attention back to the present.

As I felt her muscles begin to contract around my cock, I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. “You’re going to make me cum too.” As her moans of pleasure turned into screams and another wave of her juices streamed down on my cock, I felt my own orgasm take control of my body. I continued to thrust for as long as I could take it, but the sensation soon became too much, and I resigned to letting her muscles milk the last of my cum from my manhood. Exhausted, I collapsed on the couch alongside my companion, with her nylon covered legs still partially wrapped around my body. We adjusted our position slightly to get a bit more comfortable, then drifted off to sleep for a quick afternoon nap in anticipation of a night of fun.
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Part 5

I awoke to the sound of Chelsea pulling her suitcase across the living room towards my bedroom. Her sweater dress had returned to a more modest location, but the runs in Chelsea’s tights running down the inside of each thigh reminded me of our earlier escapades. I arose from the couch noticing my lack of pants and cock still hanging out of my boxers, another reminder of our earlier romp, and proceeded to follow Chelsea into my bedroom. As I entered the room, I was greeted with a view of her from behind as she bent forward slightly going through her suitcase which was now open on my bed. While she wasn’t bent over in a revealing or provocative manner, her position did pull her dress tight across her rear, highlighting her curves nicely. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her in an embrace, as my cock nestled itself nicely somewhere between her lower back and upper ass. I nuzzled her neck eliciting a moan from Chelsea followed by a quick peck on the lips. “If you don’t stop, we’re never going to leave the apartment,” she said playfully.

“I could think of worse things,” I responded.

“I bet,” she replied, “but I’m looking forward to a night out. Go take a shower and get anything you need out of the bathroom, once you’re done that’s my room to get ready in.” I was a bit shocked by the sudden authority in her voice, but I liked it as well. “And no peeking, I want to surprise you.”

She had my full attention now and I knew time was going to crawl by with my newfound anticipation. “Yes, ma’am,” I said as I turned and left for the bathroom.

After taking a rather cold shower in an attempt to calm myself down, I left a clean towel and other toiletries on the counter for Chelsea, before setting out to find her. As I opened the door, I immediately found her seated on the couch, the sound of my exit drawing her attention to me. Her eyes not so subtly checking me out as I emerged shirtless and still glistening from the shower, covered only in a towel. A towel that was beginning to tent slightly at the front as I admired Chelsea sitting neatly on the couch still wearing her ruined tights, with her right leg crossed over her left, bobbing her nylon covered foot playfully in the air. “The bathroom is all yours,” I informed her.

“Remember, no peeking,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, giving me a quick flash of white flesh through the hole in her tights as she did. “I’m excited to see your reaction once I’m ready, but this is a good sign,” she said as she lightly grazed my stiffening cock through my towel with her hand. She picked up a small duffel bag from the couch, presumably with everything she needed to get ready and disappeared into the bathroom.

I set off to my bedroom to get myself dressed and ready for the evening. I glanced over at my bed and noticed Chelsea’s suitcase open with clothes neatly arranged inside. I also noticed her boots from earlier and her flats from the other day on the floor nearby. I knew her outfit was going to be a wildcard, but I was suddenly excited about the prospect of seeing Chelsea in yet another pair of sexy shoes, since she had taken everything she needed into the bathroom to get dressed.

It didn’t take me long to get ready, and I was forced to spend my extra time waiting on the couch for Chelsea to finish preparing whatever surprise she had in store for me. After what felt like an eternity but was more probably closer to 30 minutes had passed, I heard the sound of the bathroom door and looked up excitedly to see the door cracked slightly open. “Are you ready?” inquired the voice from inside.

“Hurry up, it feels like I’ve been waiting forever out here.”

“OK, get ready,” she replied.

As much as I had tried to prepare, nothing could have made me ready for what I was about to lay eyes on. The first thing I noticed was the sound of heavy footsteps, almost clomping on the floor in the bathroom as Chelsea moved aside to open the door fully and step out into the living room. I looked to find the source of the heavy footsteps was and incredibly sexy pair of black 5” wedge heel clogs, similar to our elementary days, only with a much more mature, and sexy, heel. The clogs would have been enough for me, but I knew I had to check out the rest of this outfit as I brought my gaze upward to her beautiful legs encased in a sexy pair of sheer black pantyhose with just the right amount of shine. Chelsea’s legs seemed to continue up forever before my eyes found the hem of her very short, light pink dress. The dress hugged her all her curves perfectly, accentuating her legs, hips and breasts…Oh my God her breasts. The stretchy material clung nicely to her large breasts, and displayed them nicely with a sexy, but not slutty, wide v-neck, that angled up to and sat just off her shoulders. The dress covered enough for a classy dinner out, but still sat just far enough off Chelsea’s shoulders to clearly show a lack of bra straps, causing me to wonder what, if anything, she had under her dress support her illustrious cleavage.

Finally, my eyes met Chelsea’s as I took in her face and hair, both looking like they had been professionally done. Her makeup done perfectly, enough to highlight her features without looking overdone or caked on. Her brown hair hanging just past her shoulder in loose curls. I’m sure my face indicated just how much I approved of this surprise, but in case there was any doubt, I managed to stammer, “Wow.”

Chelsea giggled in response as she walked over to me, wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. “I’m glad you like it. You look pretty good yourself,” she replied after breaking the embrace.

“I tried. I mean this is just a nice shirt and fancy jeans,” I stated motioning awkwardly to my outfit as if she didn’t know which part was which. “You look…amazing, but I feel like that is an understatement.”

“Don’t worry, your face told me all I needed to know. Well, this was a pretty good hint as well,” she added, lowering one of her hands to my crotch to tease my semi-rigid cock through my jeans.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” I said with a shrug.

“That’s not a problem at all. In fact, that will be a good thing later,” Chelsea said, winking at me as she did. “Are we in a hurry, or do we have time for a drink before we go?” she asked.

“We have plenty of time, let’s see what I’ve got in the kitchen,” I said as I led the way, hearing Chelsea’s heavy footsteps following close behind. I made us each a drink and we each leaned against a counter so that we were facing each other across the small kitchen. I caught some motion out of the corner of my eye and noticed that Chelsea had already slid her right foot back out of her clog and was resting her toes on the open heel. “Shoes bothering you already?” I teased.

“They’re a little tight,” Chelsea replied. “I got them back in high school so they may be a bit too small, but I thought you’d like them, so I dug them out of the back of my closet. Plus, with these pantyhose on, my feet just slide forward into the toe whenever I’m standing.”

“Well, as much as a love the combination, you don’t have to wear them just for me.”

“Remembering how we used to play footsies in school, these shoes were a must. Besides, once we get to dinner, I don’t plan on wearing them much,” Chelsea said with a devilish smile on her face. “As for the pantyhose, I knew you’d like them, and this dress is also from high school and is a little shorter than I remember, so I kind of need them too”

“The clogs definitely bring back some memories, but I really do like the whole outfit,” I said as I stepped across the kitchen and embraced the sexy sight in front of me. While I still had to bend down to plant a kiss on her lips, it wasn’t nearly as far as our first meeting thanks to the significant height added by Chelsea’s sexy clogs. I let my hands wander down to her ample behind, hugged snugly by her dress, and slightly further down was her hemline and nylon covered legs. I quickly grabbed Chelsea by the back of her thighs and lifted her up onto the countertop in one swift movement, leaving her right shoe empty on the floor in the process. I parted her legs slightly so I could step closer and land another kiss on her lips. I could feel the heat from Chelsea’s crotch against my own, and as our lips parted, I took a small step back to see what surprises she had for me down below. She was right about the dress being short, what little material had been available easily slid up to her waist when I parted her legs. What was left was her light blue panties under her black sheer to waist pantyhose with just a little bit of darker reinforcement along the center seam. “I see you decided to wear panties tonight, didn’t want to give me a show like before?” I asked.

“Like I said, this dress is too short. I had to buy tights just for this outfit because the tops of my other pairs would stick out, so I think you’ll get plenty to see.”

“Damn! I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through the night. You’ve got me so worked up already I want to take you right here.”

“Uh-uh, you promised me a nice night out, so you don’t get anything else until you start holding up your end of the deal,” Chelsea replied as she slid forward and off the counter. She pulled her dress down and returned her right foot back to its shoe.

I called an Uber and we were outside on the curb waiting for it to arrive. As our sedan pulled up in front of us, I was interested to see how Chelsea was going to manage getting in and out. The dress was tights and short and would have been enough trouble on its own, but her silky pantyhose weren’t helping matters as I noticed she had to tug the hem down several times on our short walk down from my apartment.

I moved ahead of Chelsea so that I could open the door for her, giving the impression of being a proper gentleman, but ultimately putting myself in prime position for the show I was about to witness. As she reached the car, she placed her left leg inside while lowering herself towards the seat. With her right foot still outside the car, this motion caused her legs to spread slightly and her silky nylons assisted her dress in quickly climbing her thighs to give me a great view of her crotch. Just as quickly as the view began, it vanished as Chelsea swiftly brought her right foot into the car and moved her hands to her lap to restore her modesty. I closed the door and made my way around to the other side of the car where I quickly climbed in to join my hot date. I confirmed our destination with the driver, and we were on our way.
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