What I am about to tell you happened six months after the experience I relayed to you in The Learning Curve. I was just finishing my packing, to get ready to leave Australia for my ancestors country, Greece.

I had gone out the night before I booked my tickets on the aeroplane with a couple of friends (two girls and a guy) for a dinner and a quick drink. We stopped by a Jazz bar I usually frequented, and went in for the drink. The booths in this place were fairly closed off so people could talk, with minimal noise interference. I started talking about my upcoming journey to my friend's and how I was anxious to get the 22-hour air trip from Australia to Greece done and see my grandparents.

Deena, my closest friend and confidant, however was off in her own little world thinking about God knows what? Anyway, as she was doing her thinking, she was inadvertently getting me aroused, ( as the tables in this bar had clear glass tops ) dangling her high heeled formal sandal from the tips of her well kept toes. I tried staying focused on the conversation but it was too tempting. She had the most beautifully proportioned feet and her toes were a little long and painted a light bronze metallic colour that shined in the dim light. My eyes, transfixed on her dangling actions for what seemed like an eternity. Sarah, my other friend, snapped her out of her thoughts with a slap on the arm and a point at me. She looked at me and said, "Hello. Jim. Earth to Jim. Are you alright there?"

Imagine my embarrassment. Though it didn't matter, they all knew about my love of feet. I lifted my eyes to see them all staring at me. Gary said to Deena "You shouldn't do that to him. You know what he's like."

"Yeah, sorry." She said. "I'm just a little sad that the closeness we have has to be broken. Jim's going to find his past and I'm going to live in England so I can get that job." I told her not to worry, because we'd cross again, eventually, somewhere along the road of our chosen paths. After that we never gave it another thought and talked into the night.

We eventually left the bar at around 2:50 pm with the sky pouring down with rain. I invited everyone for a coffee at my place. We got there at about 3:16 pm. and went straight into the living room where I put on some more music and made them all a cup of coffee. We watched some reruns of a series called Babylon 5 on late night cable.

I got comfortable by putting on a pair of tracksuit pants and a sweat shirt. They followed suit by taking their shoes off. As soon as I saw Sarah and Deena's bare feet in front of me I stiffened. Being the good host that I am, I took the shoes to the shoe cupboard (which was next to the bathroom out of sight of the living room further down the house). I told them I'd be right back. Although, instead of being right back and putting the shoes in the cupboard, I took Sarah's high heels and Deena's formal sandals into the bathroom and wrapped all four shoes ( one after the other ) around my penis and jerked off. In a matter of minutes, I came in white hot gushers into the four shoes which I had placed on the bathroom bench that was just below the hight of my penis.

I stood there for another minute, milking every last drop of cum into the women's shoes. I then took each shoe and massaged my cum into the shoe, mostly hiding the colour of my sperm. I put the shoes in the shoe cupboard and took the portable telephone to make it look like I had been calling someone. I told the others with the phone to my ear. "Sorry I took so long, had a call." I walked back into the living room , hanging up the fake phone call. I put it down and started to talk to them.

About two hours later, Gary and Sarah said that they had to leave, so I retrieved Gary's shoes and Sarah's cummed shoes and watch anxiously as I rang a taxi for them. I watched Sarah put her lovely toes into the left shoe, no response. She then put the right foot in. Again, no reaction. I stiffened even more, but managed to keep a calm face and sent them on their way.

I walked back in and said to Deena, "Ok then, it's just me and you." Right then and there she poured her heart out to me about how she'd miss all of us and that there is a big likelihood that we may never see each other again after we part. She was always the emotional one in our little group. I told her, "There is no such thing as a goodbye. Our paths are destined to cross again."

She started talking about how she'd never known anyone like me or any of the others. We talked for another hour, reminiscing on the past adventures we had. At the end of the conversation, she reminded me that her plane left before mine did and that this could be the last night we might see each other for a long time.

"Well, then. I'd better give you something to remember me by." I said. With that, I knelt down and took one of her feet and gave the top of her foot a kiss. She moved in closer and kissed me fully and passionately on the lips.

"Ditto." She said and drew back and gave me her feet and toes to suck. I did just that, as passionately as I could ever remember doing to someone. Even the teacher. We fell asleep on the couch with her feet in my lap.

The next morning I woke up with the smell of coffee and butter on toast. Deena was in the hallway near the front door getting ready to leave. "Morning, Jim. Gotta leave for work. You know how it is." She said as she walked to the door. "I guess I'll see you when our paths cross again. It's been great." With that, she disappeared out of my life.

She had left a forwarding address in England, but I never had the time. When I did pass by ( a year before I went back to visit my sister in Australia), the tenants that were living there said that she'd left and didn't leave any forwarding details. I still have yet to hear from or about her. Such is the path of life.