A story I had been working on for a while, then forgot about, then rediscovered. Mostly fiction, though the characters and some themes are based on actual events.
Beginning in my junior year of college, I worked as a resident assistant to help keep the overall cost of my education as low as I could. The free housing really helped, having my own room was a good perk as well, and being stuck in a freshman dorm wasn’t terrible. For my senior year, I was rehired and assigned to the same dorm, however, there was another name on the roster that caught my eye. Katie had spent last year living in an apartment with my ex-girlfriend who I had dated during my sophomore year. My ex put her in touch with me when she expressed interest in becoming a resident assistant as well, and we had chatted a few times online about the job and answering some of her questions.
Katie was a very quiet and reserved Asian girl and had the physical appearance to match. She was about 5’ 2” with a thin frame and dark black hair that came down just past her shoulders. She dressed a bit tomboyish, favoring jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers most of the time. I was the only person on our staff that she knew, if a few chats about being a resident assistant constitutes knowing someone. As the school year began, she slowly began to open up to others, but always seemed to hang around me the most. I didn’t mind the mentor type role and her not being my type helped keep things from getting awkward or complicated. Our class schedules lined up so that we typically shared the same on-call nights where we were responsible for taking care of lockouts and other resident needs. We ended up spending quite a lot of time together during the semester and became pretty close friends as a result by the time winter break arrived.
On one of the first nights of break, I noticed a new post on Facebook by Katie. Apparently, she had gotten together with her former roommates, my ex included, for a dinner to celebrate the end of the semester before heading home for break. I did what any good college guy would do, and explored the entire album. Katie was into photography and had taken a lot of pictures documenting their night. The group had dressed up, wearing dresses and heels for their night out. It was interesting to see Katie in something more girly, even if it was a simple white knee length dress with red flower print and plain black pumps. It had a loose fit and a modest V-neck that came down to show Katie’s equally modest cleavage, most likely an A-cup.
My ex’s outfit is the one that really caught my eye though. Her dress was also knee-length, and hugged her curves in all the right places while still being loose enough to swing while she walked. The top consisted of two panels that hung over her breasts and created a V-neck that didn’t connect until just far enough below her cleavage to show that she was most certainly not wearing a bra. He large C-cup breast sagged slightly without any support from the dress or a bra. The two panels then tapered into straps that crisscrossed her back in a pattern that further emphasized her bralessness if the front had left any doubts. My ex, who professed her hatred of heels the entire time we dated, finished her outfit off with a sexy looking pair of 4” snakeskin heels.
The photo album seemed to span their entire night, starting with pictures of the group getting ready and traveling by subway to the restaurant and returning to their apartment to hang out. As my luck would have it, my ex was seated in the center of the group across from Katie and therefore was in, if not the center of, most of the pictures. Her empty pumps were visible in a few shots with their neon pink insole announcing their presence under the coffee table and eventually her feet came up onto that same table exposing her sexy red soles to Katie’s camera.
Being the artistic type, Katie had post some of the pictures in black and white, and one of them in particular made me do a double take. I noticed a dark spot on my ex’s breast about where her nipple would be, but couldn’t be sure if it actually was because Facebook had shrunk the original picture. Some of the other pictures stood out to me as well showing off quite a bit of my ex’s legs and coming close to an upskirt peek in a few.
While these were enough to get me aroused, it also made me wonder what else Katie might have captured, but didn’t post on Facebook. I noticed that Katie was signed in to instant messenger so I started a conversation with her. We progressed through the usual small talk about break and being back home. As the conversation continued, I began to get more and more nervous, wondering how to bring up the topic without seeming like a major creep. Up until this point, Katie just knew me as a fairly normal college guy, and while she wasn’t really my type, I didn’t want that image to change to someone Facebook stalking his Ex-girlfriend and asking for pervy pictures.
There’s never a good time, or way, to bring up a tough question, so I just did it, like ripping off a band aid, and quickly typed, “Can I ask you a question?” and hitting enter. There’s no backing out now.
“Sure,” was Katie’s reply.
“Well, I saw your pictures from your girl’s night with Kim and everyone. I noticed a black and white one once you guys were back at the apartment that made her dress look a little see-through. Was it really see-through?” Not bad, I think to myself sarcastically, only moderately perverted rather than completely perverted.
Waiting for her reply seems to be taking forever, but finally her text flashes on my screen, “Which one?”
Wow, she’s actually putting at least a little effort into this rather than dismissing me right away. I send her a link for the specific picture. I feel the need to fill the silence waiting for her next response by clarifying, “I looks like you can see her right nipple through the top.” I instantly regret hitting enter and solidifying myself as completely perverted.
“Oh, lol, I don’t think it was see-through, or at least I didn’t notice.”
“Oh, ok. I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part.” In my head I’m already all-in and decide to just keep the pervert train rolling and type “One more question…in this picture (here), you could almost see up her skirt…did you? Or do you have any other pictures you couldn’t put on Facebook?” I guess Katie will be looking for another resident assistant to hang out with once we get back to campus.
“Hahaha, no not of Kim anyways. I had a few of the other girls I didn’t post, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing those with you.”
Holy shit, now who’s the pervert. Katie basically just told me she had inappropriate pictures, or at least pictures she couldn’t post on Facebook, of her former roommates, just not my ex specifically. Her engaging responses had lifted a weight off my shoulders knowing that my perversions hadn’t completely scared her away. I had one more question I wanted to ask and actually felt a little more comfortable about asking it, except for its subject. While a college guy asking about a picture of his ex’s nipple or upskirt would seem relatively normal, asking about pictures of her feet would not be, at least in my own mind. For one last time, I just went for it, “Last one, I promise. It takes a little explaining, but do you have any more pictures of her feet?”
I went on to explain my foot fetish and how I noticed Kim’s sexy pumps under the coffee table. I then explained even further what shoeplay was and said that any pictures of her feet, with or without shoes, would be sexy. She eventually explained that what was on Facebook was the extent of what she felt comfortable sharing with me. I thanked her for being so understanding and putting up with all my pervy questions. She said it wasn’t a big deal and that everyone had their fetishes. I was relieved that I hadn’t embarrassed myself too badly and realized that all this talk about my fetishes had actually left me slightly aroused. I decided to wrap up my conversation with Katie, then used the girl’s night out album to relieve myself.
Katie and I had chatted a few more times during break, all platonically just like before I asked about the photos. Now that we were back on campus, we resumed our friendship as if nothing had even happened, well for a few days anyways. On our first on-call night, Katie and I were in the resident assistant office completing our ‘office hours’ commitment at the beginning of our shift. The word office is also a misnomer, the room is just big enough for a couch, coffee table, TV and refrigerator, with things getting crowded if there’s more than three people inside. I was seated at one end of the couch, and Katie is sitting to my right at the other end, with just enough room for one more person between us. We spent some time talking about our breaks before working on class assignments.
After about 15 minutes, Katie asks, “Hey, do you mind if I take my shoes off to get more comfortable?”
This is the first reference to our conversation over break, and while it’s not a direct mention, I know it is. “Sure,” I reply, not making any further mention of feet, shoes, or fetishes. I watch out of the corner of my eye and she kicks her Vans slip on skate shoes off and pulls her feet up and under herself on the couch. Her cross-legged pose leaves the sole of her right foot pointing directly at me. I try to focus on my work but keep checking out Katie’s sole. Her slender foot looked soft and flawless. I guess her tomboyish style led me to believe that she didn’t devote much time to maintaining her physical appearance, but our current situation had proved otherwise. I wish I could say more happened, but as office hours wrapped up, Katie simply swung her legs down and slipped her shoes back on and we both retired to our rooms without any further discussion of feet.
The next time I saw Katie was a few days later, we were waiting in the lounge for the rest of our staff to arrive before heading to the dining hall together. Katie was leaning against the back of one of the couches wearing her trusty t-shirt, jeans, and Vans slip ons. As she stood there talking to another resident assistant, I watched as she stretched her right foot out, pressing the back of her heel against the floor with her toes pointing towards the ceiling. She began pulling her leg back in, dragging her heel across the carpeted floor, eventually causing her foot to slip out of her shoe. She stretched he leg back out in front of her, fanning out her toes in the process, then slipping her foot back into her shoe. As I looked up to her face, Katie was already staring directly at me. Busted. I looked away, embarrassed, while Katie seemed to do the same.
A few days later, we were gathered in our supervisor’s office for our weekly staff meeting. The office was a hodge-podge of mismatched dorm furniture; some chairs, sectional sections, and even a 2nd desk. I was sitting on single section of straight sectional along the side wall. Immediately to my right was the extra desk, sticking out perpendicular to the wall and facing towards me and the rest of the office. Katie smiled at me as she sat down in the chair behind the desk.
Not long after the meeting started, I noticed movement near the floor to my right. There was about a six-inch gap between my section of sectional and the front modesty panel of the old metal desk. Below that I could see the toes of Katie’s Vans sticking out and bobbing gently up and down. I returned my attention to the meeting and Katie returned her feet under her desk and out off view. Once again, my gaze was drawn back to the floor on my right as Katie’s shoes made another appearance. This time however, they moved with less of a ‘bob’ and more of a ‘swing’ and I knew immediately that she was now dangling her shoes rather than just sticking them out. I didn’t look at her, but I knew she was trying to tease me, and it was starting to work.
She left her dangling Van’s peeking out much longer this time, sometimes swinging them a little more vigorously, sometime just letting them sway from her toes. Regardless, I was spending less time focusing on the meeting and more time peeking at Katie’s shoeplay display, and I’m sure she noticed. She eventually pulled her feet back under the desk, presumable to take a brief rest from holding them out for my viewing pleasure. When they returned, they were shoeless. Katie wiggled her toes at me, showing off her freshly painted candy apple red nails in the process. This finally got me to acknowledge her show, and I looked up and gave her a brief smile before returning my attention to the meeting, as her feet once again retreated under the desk
Katie’s show took a longer break this time, but when it resumed only one shoe made an appearance. Its swaying motion led me to believe she had crossed her legs and was dangling this shoe from her crossed leg. I watched as the shoe swayed in and out, working its way down her toes. She actually dangled it quite skillfully from the tip of her big toe for a while before it eventually fell to the floor with a soft thud. Rather than retrieve the shoe, Katie left her legs crossed with her bright red toenails peeking out from under the desk.
I decided it was time to get some payback for all of Katie’s teasing up to this point. I slowly began to move my right foot back towards the gap between my sectional and the desk being careful not to alert Katie of my intentions, or anyone else in the office of my distracted state. I was eventually able to reach her empty shoe with my foot and just as slowly began pulling it forward. This motion moved Katie’s shoe to her right and out from under the desk. When I reached a suitable position that was far enough away, I knew she couldn’t reach it on her own, but close enough that it still looked like she lost it without my help, I left the shoe and returned my attention to the meeting. Not long after, the motion of Katie’s foot caught my attention again. She was making sweeping arcs with her naked foot, quite obviously searching for her missing shoe. What she didn’t know yet, but was quickly finding out, was that her shoe was no longer within reach. Katie eventually resigned herself to completing the meeting without her missing shoe.
About 10 minutes later, the meeting began to wrap up and Katie began searching for her shoe again. Not finding it, she stood up slightly to see where it was, and upon locating it, shot me a dirty look as she sat back down. Katie slouched way down in her seat, stretching her short leg out as far as she possibly could, but was still a few inches short of reaching her shoe. What she did accomplish was drawing the attention of Amanda, a new resident assistant on our staff this semester. “Looks like you’re having some trouble with your shoe,” she said. Amanda crouched down to retrieve Katie’s shoe, popping her heels out of her black flats and catching my attention in the process. “Here you go,” Amanda said as she gently tossed Katie’s shoe back under the desk.
“Thanks,” was the only response Katie could manage. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment after a complete stranger had to retrieve her lost shoe for her. Katie looked away, peering under the desk to find and replace her lost shoe. Luckily for her, Amanda didn’t stick around for any more dialogue and soon we were all filing out of the office.
Once outside, Katie gave me a playful jab in the ribs. “What?” I asked, trying to play innocent.
“You know what,” she scowled at me. She looked around the hallway and waited a second or two for our compatriots to further distance themselves from us, then saying “You stole my shoe, you jerk.”
“Nooooo, I di…”
“And then you ogled the new girl’s feet when they popped out of her flats,” Katie stated, cutting me off mid-excuse.
“Busted,” I said aloud, embarrassed that I had been caught. “It’s basically an involuntary reaction for me, like how I looked down just about every time you moved during the meeting. Nice nail polish by the way.”
“Relax, I’m just messing with you. You can look at whoever’s feet you want,” Katie said as she began to walk away towards her room. “And thanks for the compliment,” she added, looking back over her shoulder smiling.
The next night we were on call together and met at the office at our designated time for office hours. We chatted about our day, but I could tell that Katie had something on her mind. She seemed nervous and a little quieter than she usually was around me, but at the same time seemed kind of anxious and excited in a way. Finally, Katie broke the tension and said, “Remember how a while back I answered all your questions about our girl’s night out, well, I was hoping you’d answer a few questions I had.”
I paused and thought to myself for a minute, wondering how long she had been working on that icebreaker. I was impressed how she cornered me into the conversation by reminding me how she had answered my questions, implying that she almost expected me to return the favor. It wouldn’t be so bad but I had intentionally talked to her online to avoid an awkward face-to-face conversation. However, she had been accepting of my questions and admissions so maybe this wouldn’t be that bad. “Sure, go ahead,” was my short response.
Before she started, Katie turned to face me bringing her left leg on the couch and tucking her foot under her right knee, leaving her left foot hanging off the front of the couch while her right foot remained on the floor. “I know you explained a lot about your fetishes to me, I guess I’m just wondering what you do with it?”
I didn’t fully understand her question, but once I was sure there was no further explanation or follow up coming, I tried to answer the best I could, “Well, I mean there’s plenty of porn on the internet and I kind of just search for what I’m in the mood for, I guess.” Katie looked at me curiously, so I continued, “You can find shoeplay videos on YouTube and there’s a few other sites I go to for pantyhose and legs and upskirt stuff. Hell, sometimes I even find it by accident on Facebook, look how much your pictures got me going.”
“Wait, pantyhose?” Katie replied, sounding a bit confused.
“Yeah, you know, tights, nylons, pantyhose, whatever you call them.”
“Yeah, I know what they are, but I don’t remember you mentioning that before.”
“Well, I could tell from the pictures that nobody was wearing any nylons, and I had already dropped enough bombs on you for one night, so I just didn’t bring it up. Plus, like everything else, I was kind of embarrassed about it because it’s just another thing a college age guy usually isn’t interested in.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think it’s strange or unusual. Is there anything else you want to get off your chest while we’re at it?” Katie asked.
“No, I think that was the only thing I didn’t know how to bring up and add to my list of perversions.”
Katie let out a slight chuckle. “Really, it’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it. Have you ever told a girlfriend about any of your fetishes?”
“Not really, just Kim a little bit. I knew she had a few pairs of sexy high heels, but she’d never wear them no matter how much I hinted, or even eventually straight out asked her to. But she did have a few miniskirts that she liked to wear and was never very good at sitting properly in them, so that kept me happy.” Naturally, my mind wandered to some of the memories I had of Kim inadvertently exposing her panties while we were together, causing some swelling in my crotch.
“So, the most you’ve ever done physically is steal my shoe?” Katie asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, I guess so. I just think it’s so weird, I can’t bring myself to bring it up, and I’m just as happy watching.” As I replied, I noticed Katie slowly extend her right leg towards me, place her heel against the floor and begin to retract her foot, causing her shoe to begin to slide off.
“But you told me,” Katie said, questioningly.
I paused for a moment, trying to think of how to delicately phrase that I wasn’t into her. “I guess I just thought of you as a good friend that I could talk to about it. I would never bring it up to a guy friend, and not being in a relationship with you made me feel more at ease.” As I finished my explanation, Katie finished pulling her foot out of her shoe, letting it fall to the floor with a slight thud. Of course, my eyes darted down to see her bright red nails wiggling slightly as they enjoyed their freedom. As much as I wasn’t interested in Katie when this whole experience started, she had developed into a sexy little shoeplayer and was having an effect on me both mentally, as I looked forward to our time together, and physically, as the bulge in my pants continued to grow.
Katie seemed satisfied with my answers as well as the fact that she could get my attention whenever she wanted, simply by slipping off a shoe. She giggled slightly and asked, “Is that all a girl needs to do is take her shoe off around you?”
“Pretty much. Maybe do it in a short skirt or pantyhose, but that’s about it.”
“Good to know,” Katie replied. She had exhausted her questions and we chatted a while longer as if we didn’t just have a conversation about how to turn me on. We eventually wrapped out our conversation and went our separate ways for the evening.
*****
The following week’s staff meeting quickly approached and I actually found myself looking forward to it, as boring as they usually were. Once again, I had my typical seat on the single piece of sectional, and Katie had once again placed herself strategically at the desk to my right. I think she enjoyed teasing me as much as I enjoyed being fully open about my fetishes and enlightening her. She was wearing her usual attire and almost as soon as she sat down, she slipped both shoes off and placed her bare feet on the floor just far enough forward for me to catch a glimpse of them under the modesty panel of the desk. I immediately noticed her toes and feet were encased in delicate nude nylon.
The meeting began and so did this week’s show, though with less shoeplay and more of Katie just showing off her nylon covered feet. She kept her shoes safely within reach under the desk while she flaunted her nylon wrapped feet in various poses. She would cross her ankles and stretch her legs out, exposing her the most as her toes could actually brush against my piece of sectional. She’d then pull them back under her desk, presumably crossing her legs, then allowing one bobbing foot to make an appearance from under the desk. That foot would then disappear and a moment later the other foot would take its place.
When Katie eventually worked back to the crossed ankle leg stretch, I couldn’t control my desires any longer. I let my right-hand drift down into the small gap between my seat and the desk, where Katie’s outstretched feet rested. The small gap was practically hidden from everyone else in the room and as my arm reached full extension, I slowly reached out with my fingers for Katie’s shoeless feet. Moments later, I brushed against the top of one of her feet, feeling a slight jump of surprise from Katie, but no pulling away. I brushed my hand against the top of her foot again, harder and more deliberate this time, enjoying the feeling of my hand gliding over the nylon material. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, but I took the fact that she hadn’t pulled away yet as a good sign. I began to continually rub her foot now, massaging it the best I could without drawing any unwanted attention to ourselves.
Katie briefly pulled her feet back, simply to cross her ankles the other way, before returning them to my reach. I began massaging her other foot and could actually feel Katie pushing back against my hand with her foot. Our subtle foot massage game lasted for nearly the rest of the meeting, with Katie periodically switching her crossed feet. As things began to conclude, Katie pulled her feet back under the desk to replace her shoes, or so I thought. I was surprised when one foot reemerged, hovering off the ground dangling her slip-on sneaker quite vigorously. A moment later, as the meeting concluded, she bobbed her foot a little too strongly and her dangling shoe fell to the floor. Katie slipped her toes back into her shoe and scooped it back onto her foot with a shake.
We all filed out into the hallway where I waited for Katie. She eventually came out and walked over to me, raising her eyebrows at me as if to say ‘wow’ without actually speaking the word. She paused for a moment to allow our coworkers to further disperse, then said, “That was fun,” with a smirk on her face.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, “I’m glad you liked it.”
“You better be careful; a girl could get used to that.”
“Anytime. Maybe next time I could even give you a real foot massage, not just a secret one in the middle of our staff meeting.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said cheerfully. “Before I forget though, we have presentations due in my class before our shift this week, I should be there on time, but might just a few minutes late.”
“No big deal, I think I can handle things until you get there. I’ll just make you do all the lockouts.”
“We’ll see. I’ll see you later,” she said as she turned and left for her room.
I was in the resident assistant office as our scheduled start time came and passed, still without Katie. I wasn’t worried, it was nothing I couldn’t handle, and most likely, nothing would actually need to be handled anyways. I took my usual spot on our couch and started going over some homework, just as I would if Katie were here. A few minutes into my work is when I first heard it. It was faint and distant, but unmistakable to my trained ear. The sound of heels walking on the tile floor slowly grew louder as the owner approached the lobby of the building where our office was located. The alluring sound continued to get louder until, when it should have passed by the office, Katie appeared in the doorway. She was dressed much different than usual, wearing an off-white blouse, black knee-length pencil skirt, nude pantyhose, and her simple black pumps that I recognized from the photoset that had started us on our adventure together. I guess the presentations were slightly more formal than I had previously imagined, but it seemed to work out in my favor.
“Sorry I’m late,” Katie said.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re like five minutes late. As you can see, I was so busy,” I said sarcastically, gesturing to my homework spread out across the coffee table. I turned back to Katie, gave her an exaggerated look up and down, and said, “You clean up nicely.”
“Oh, shut up. Just because I like my jeans and Vans, doesn’t mean I don’t own a dress or two,” she said as she entered the office and sat down in her usual spot.
“I know, I’ve just never seen it in person, that’s all. You look nice,” I said, emphasizing the genuineness this time.
“Thank you,” she replied before we started our usual chat about our day or days since we had last seen or talked to each other. As we talked, I would occasionally let my eyes drift down, checking out Katie’s legs and feet. Sitting down had hiked her skirt to an inch or two above her knee and I admired every inch I could of what was usually hidden under a pair of jeans. I also eagerly watched her feet, hoping her usual shoeplay show with her slip-ons would happen with her pumps as well. I tried to keep my glances brief and subtle, but I’m sure Katie caught me on more than one occasion. “Can I ask you a question?” she eventually asked.
“I think we’re beyond the ‘asking if you can ask a question stage,’ go ahead,” I said.
“Can I take you up on that real massage offer from the other night, these shoes are killing me.”
“Ummm….” It wasn’t some wild request, but it still managed to catch me off guard, “Sure, of course. Do you, uh, want me to close the door?” I asked, assuming Katie shared my mindset and didn’t want some unsuspecting student to walk in looking for office hours and finding a foot massage.
“Yeah, probably a good idea,” she replied. As I got up to close the door, I could hear Katie rearranging herself on the couch, and as I returned, I was actually a bit speechless. Katie had positioned herself much like she had last time we were on-call together, with her left leg pulled up on the couch, her left foot tucked under her right knee, and her right foot stretched out towards where I’d be sitting. However, because she wasn’t wearing jeans, she had to hike up her pencil skirt a bit to give her the mobility to get into this position. Katie had placed her hands in her lap, pressing down on her skirt just enough to keep me from seeing anything other than her thighs.
She lifted her right foot off the floor and placed it in my lap. I gently grabbed her foot and eased her pump off, feeling the heat escape as I did. I placed her shoe on the couch next to me and began to knead her hot, tired foot with my hands. Katie let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the freedom from her painful shoe. I took the opportunity to let my eyes wander, following the nylon material up her leg from her foot to her thighs. Hiking her skirt up had exposed a good amount of thigh, even inner thigh, but there was just enough skirt left to cover her ultimate prize.
I continued to massage her foot as I replayed what was a shock to me, Katie’s nonchalant attitude towards lifting her skirt and opening her legs for me, all because I’d mentioned enjoying upskirt pictures and videos while pleasuring myself. Even if her shoes were incredibly uncomfortable, surely a bit of modesty would still come naturally? Regardless, I was making sure to enjoy every moment of our encounter, and it was beginning to show in my pants.
After a few more minutes, I offered to switch feet, seeming to startle Katie. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, it’s ok, it just felt so good and relaxing, and I’ve been working so hard the past few days I probably could have fallen asleep right here.” Katie replied as she moved her right foot to the floor and freeing her left foot from under her and moving it towards me. I took her foot in my hands and removed her pump, dropping it gently to the floor alongside me. As I began to massage her foot, Katie let out another sigh of relief and once again closed her eyes.
I resumed admiring her body, noticing that her hands were no longer resting in her lap and that this most recent adjustment had hiked her skirt up a bit more. While her legs were more parallel to each other than before, our arrangement still left a gap between her thighs and offered me a pretty good angle up her legs. I was shocked to see Katie’s dark bush contrasting against her pale skin beneath the nude-colored material of her pantyhose. They were sheer to waist, with a cotton gusset and some extra, darker reinforcing along the center seam, but her pantyless state was still clearly visible. I’m sure she knew and intended to tease me and turn me on to some extent, but I also wasn’t sure if she had intended to show me everything given how only moments ago she was holding her skirt down with her hands to prevent me from seeing up her skirt.
So, I did what any good pervert would do in this situation, I continued the massage while also stealing glances up my friend’s skirt to her nylon covered pussy. After a few more minutes of massaging and perving, I decided it was best to stop before Katie did actually fall asleep. Not really sure how to proceed, I placed her left foot down on my right thigh and lightly tapped her leg asking, “Are you still awake?”
“Mmmhmmm,” she replied sleepily. Katie reached her arms up above her head to stretch, and at the same time reached her legs out as well, inadvertently pressing into my hardon with her left foot. “I see you got some enjoyment out of this as well,” she teased as she playfully pressed her foot into my crotch and lowered her hands to her lap and pressing her skirt down once again.
“I’m pretty sure you knew that wouldn’t be a chore for me,” I replied.
“I know, but it felt so good, I just didn’t want you to think I was using you,” Katie said as she slowly started to rub her foot up and down along my erection. “Is there anything else I can do to repay you?”
“You’re doing great,” I said as I motioned for her to give me her right foot again. She eagerly complied and I took her foot in my hands, massaging it briefly again before moving it to my mouth. I took her big toe in my mouth, eliciting a slight gasp from Katie, but not distracting her from her massage. I sucked on her toe as I moved it around my mouth and explored it with my tongue. Her feet had a sweet, slightly salty taste, presumably from being in her pumps for a majority of the day.
I reached down with one hand and began unbuttoning my pants and releasing my hardon. Once freed, Katie dutifully resumed massaging it with her foot. I removed her other foot from my mouth and guided it towards my erection and like a mind reader, Katie pressed her feet together around my cock and began sliding them up and down my length. As if her pantyhose footjob wasn’t enough, her new position once again exposed her naked pubic region beneath her nylons.
“Do you normally not wear underwear under your pantyhose?” I asked.
“Are you supposed to?” she replied, confusion spreading across her face. “I just figured they’re called panty – hose, like the panty is part of it,” Katie continued, starting to laugh, but not stopping her assault on my hardon.
“Well, I mean, I certainly don’t mind,” was the best response I could manage. The whirlwind of events over the past 20 minutes was beginning to have its effect on me, and I could feel my orgasm building. I found her right pump, which was still on the couch next to me, and brought it to my face. I placed her shoe over my nose and mouth like a mask, deeply inhaling her scent. As I reached the point of no return, I began to thrust my hips into Katie’s feet as she pumped my cock. “I’m cumming,” I said.
With my face still buried in her shoe, I gave one final thrust into Katie’s feet as several ropes of semen shot out of my cock landing up Katie’s legs and on the couch. Katie continued to slowly work her feet up and down my length, milking every last drop from my cock and onto her feet. I eventually dropped Katie’s shoe to the floor and leaned back against my end of the couch, trying to recover from the substantial orgasm I just experienced. As I caught my breath, I was able to blurt out “That was amazing.”
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