Last year I was going out with a really nice guy called Pete, we met through a friend. What I didn’t know until later was the meeting had been set up as he kept begging our friend to introduce him. Anyway he was nice enough and we went on a few dates and he was fun and very attentive, take note this helps a lot guys.
Things went along as they do, and one night he picked up a bottle of wine and I picked up a DVD and we had plans to watch the movie at his flat. As always I was wearing a mini skirt and pretty sheer pantyhose with high heels, with a white blouse. When I arrived he answered the door and when he saw me gave a small gasp. I liked that! He said afterward it was the fact I was wearing a full ankle length coat open which meant it enhanced the shortness of my skirt and the length of my legs.
I love the looks I get when I’m out dressed like that, sometimes it…. No I digress back to my night in with Peter.
We sat on the sofa and after chatting and catching up and a couple of glasses of the red stuff, he went across the room to put the DVD in. As he walked back he looked at my feet and asked, “Would you like to take your heels off, give your feet a rest?
“OK.” I said and leant forward to remove them when he dropped to his knees and looking up at me said, “May I do it?” Hello I thought let’s see where this goes. I smiled and nodded and leaned forward a little so I could watch his face closely.
He gently took my right shoe and with one hand on the soul and the other on the back he very slowly removed it. He held it against his chest and leaned back on his ankles, admiring my foot I guess. I wiggled my now free toes, “Oh yes that feels much better.”
Still clutching my high heel he pointed to the arm of the sofa, “Could you get the remote please?” I’ve been around and knew why he asked, so as I turned my head and leaned over I kept half and eye and saw him have a quick sniff of my shoe. I turned back with the remote. I looked at him all big eyes and innocent, “Are you going to do my other foot?”
“Oh yes sorry,” he stammered and still clutching my right shoe leant forward. I smiled and pointed the shoe gripped hard against his chest, “You’ll have to put that down first.” He flushed bright red, which I enjoyed, put the shoe down like it was fragile china. Now he removed my left shoe in the same careful way, taking it to his chest and holding it tight. I wiggled both sets of toes, lifted my feet up to his face height and wiggled some more, “Oh that feels so much better.”
‘You Bitch,’ I thought as I could see his reaction to the soles of my feet, you’re going to have some fun here.
He hadn’t moved a muscle poor guy it was like he’d been cast to stone. I moved to make sure he got a view up my skirt, not too much, but enough to tease. I leant back into the sofa, arms out along the top, feet now back on the floor, a lady of leisure.
“Peter?” He jumped as if woken from a dream, and stammering again, “Yes Gail.”
“Would you like to smell my shoe?”
He was silent for little while, in shock I think, “Seriously I am allowed to smell your shoe?”
“Yes.” I replied sounding very patient.
“Smell you shoe with you watching me?”
“Yes, why is me watching a problem?”
Now he was far more alert, “No, no of course not,” he stopped or a second, “it’s just I’ve always had to do it in secret, and you , well I mean you,” he looked up at me, ”with wonderful gorgeous legs and feet , the best ever, is happy for me to do it.”
I laughed, “For God’s sake Peter do it before I put them back on and go home!”
He did and he enjoyed it very much, and I enjoyed watching him enjoy it too. Then I slid a little lower on the sofa and stretched out my legs, offering my feet to him which he gladly moved forward and began to caress. Seeing as I found out later he had never done this before, only fantasised about it, he was very good. The combination of his hands, mouth and tongue working all over my foot was lovely. He was truly appreciative and worked very hard for my pleasure, but I noticed his free hand kept wandering toward my leg, but he would pull it away.
So the next time it wandered up, I gently took it and placed it on my knee. This of course then encouraged him and he began to stroke my calf and knee as well.
“Peter stop!” He jumped and with a devastated look on his face let go of me. “I’d really like to watch the film I bought over and I could do with another glass of wine.” I had to concentrate not to laugh, he looked like a little boy who had been told to stop playing Minecraft just as he was about to defeat the enemy.
I smiled a huge smile, “Don’t panic, get me a glass of wine, I’ll start the DVD and you can sit between my legs all through the film. Would you like that?”
He nodded and smiled, got me a wine and sat on the floor between my legs facing the TV. I put my legs over his shoulders and put my left around his chest and he took the right foot in both hands.
It was a two hour film which I really enjoyed and of course having such wonderful attention to my feet and legs during was a lovely experience. The film finished and I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back Peter was standing by the sofa. “What now?” he asked very quietly.
“What would you like now?” I asked in return. He stayed silent. “Peter I can’t read your mind, what would you like to do to me now.” Trust me guys if he had said something as gross and “Fuck your brains out” I would have been coat on and out the door.
Naturally there are times when that would work a treat, but this was not it. He was OK, he said, “I’ve always had a fantasy, it’s really big and it’s never happened.”
“Try me,” I replied, “you never know tonight might be the night.” OK I was taking a risk here, but I was pretty sure I had worked him out.
Looking down at the floor, his voice almost a whisper, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a foot job from a girl wearing nylon on her feet. “
“Have you thought how that might work?” I asked.
“How do you mean?” he replied.
“Well in your fantasy is she in a chair with you laying on the floor, or is she sitting on your ankles, or is she sitting across you?”
“Oh I see what you mean,” smiling he continued, “ In my fantasy I’m laying along the sofa and she is sitting on the arm facing me so I can see up her skirt,” then he started to get excited, “ and she’s got no panties on and…”
“Whoa slow down cowboy.” I laughed, “I have all the information I need. You better strip off then and lay down.”
“What now?” “Yes now.”
He did and his erection was a pleasure to behold. Not enormous, I’m not into those porn actors oversized cocks, had one once that was enough. No his was a nice size, straight and hard and big enough to get hold of without being threatening. What he didn’t know as I approached him was that I was thinking how nice it would be to suck on it, it was just the right size for a fulfilling blow job. However a foot job had been asked for so that is what he gets.
As he lay watching me I removed my shirt and skirt and he gave another little gasp as he saw I was without panties. I sat down on the arm of the sofa and positioned myself so I could put my feet comfortably around his cock. You guys may not realise it, but it’s difficult to keep balance while doing what needs to be done, and imagine if I got cramp just on the vinegar strokes, how awful would that be?
Anyway he was transfixed as I worked my nylon feet across, along, around and of course up and down his cock, and I really didn’t need to worry about getting cramp he came pretty quickly. I wasn’t surprised, obviously to fulfil a guys lifelong fantasy he’s not going to last long is he?
We saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of months, but sadly like a lot of guys he started to get quite demanding, forgetting I had needs too, so I finished it. However I remember it fondly and if you are reading this Peter, you do have lovely cock.