Relief For Her Tired Feet
Published on Wednsday, March 30, 2010
This story was written by Stryker53.
To read this author's 1st story, click Her Sweaty Jogger Feet.
I had recently retired after my military career. Now at age 42, I was
single and living in a collage town. I’d taken a nice apartment in a
quiet building. Almost everyone seemed younger than me. I didn’t mind
at all.
From my balcony I could look down at the pool area. The girls in those
short two piece swimsuits, my oh my.
I spent many hours peering down at those shapely firm breasts, and nice
tight round asses. However, the main reason I took my unit was to stare
at all the beautiful female feet. I’ve always had a foot fetish. It was
not something I spoke of since mainly people think it weird or
something. I’ve seen men spend their paychecks tossing money at half
naked women in topless bars. Girls whom they didn’t have a chance in
hell of screwing; just taking their cash with a smile.
I once mentioned to a friend that a barefooted dancer had sexy feet.
That was a mistake. He laughed, and then told the fellows beside us
that I was a freak. Lesson learned ... not to reveal my foot fetish.
As I was drooling, and watching several beautiful pairs of feet, my
doorbell rang. I opened the door. There stood a woman of about 28 or so
who I recognized as the local mail lady. She must have just finished
her work. She was sweaty and hot. Her shirt was wet, and she was
shaking. There was a look of alarm on her face. I knew something was
wrong.
“Hello. May I help
you?” I smiled warmly.
“Hello. My name is
Sara. I live two doors down from you. I just got home, and found I must
have blown a fuse or something. All my power is out, and I can smell
burnt wires behind my entertainment system. Maintenance would charge me
an arm and a leg to come up, so I was wondering if you could help.
Please?”
“I’m at your
service Sara. My rates are lower too. It will only cost you a foot,”
I smiled warmly.
“Oh,” she
laughed. “That
would be regretful to you. As I said, I just got home from work and my
feet reek.”
“Well the piper
must be paid,” I smiled and added, “Lead the way.”
We got to her apartment, and I could smell the fuse box immediately. I
went down the hall, opened the box, and pulled out the burnt fuse.
“No problem Sara,”
I said. “I’ve got
extra fuses. Be right back.”
“Thank you Sir,”
she smiled. “I’ll
have something cold to drink when you get back.”
“Sounds like a
plan, oh and please call me Max.”
I was back quickly to install the new fuse. Then I checked her
entertainment system. No sight of any fire, so I just checked her
connections. They were fine. Sara was sitting on the couch. She had a
pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table. Smiling, she patted a spot
next to her and said, “Sit down my hero.”
I sat, and we drank our second glass of nectar. She told me that she’d
been here about a year. She got a transfer from her old post office. It
seemed that bunch of good old boys didn’t take to women delivering
mail. After two years of being hassled, she saw an opening here and
took it.
“You must walk a
million miles on your job Sara.”
“Nearly. At least
it feels like it to my feet,” she mused.
“Speaking of feet,”
I said, “I think
it’s time to pay the piper lady.”
A smirk crossed her pretty lips. I could see her toes wiggling inside
her black walking shoes she wore.
“Max, I told you
my feet reek after a day of working. Usually I have to leave these
shoes out on the patio to air out. Even I can hardly stand the smell.”
I had her at least talking about her feet, so I was not about to let
her off the hook without one good try to get at them.
“Sara, there are
lots of things that people don’t like. The smell of spoiled fish, or
the smell of a broken gas line. It’s funny though. Ever hear the
saying, one man's garbage is another man's treasure?”
She looked at me with a knowing smile. There was a gleam in her eyes,
and her face reddened.
“Well yes Max, I
have heard that before. Are you calling my feet garbage?” she
teased.
“No I’m definitely
not Sara. I haven’t even seen them yet.”
“But what about
their foul smell Max? I’m not sure you could handle it?”
I didn’t answer. I boldly bent to lift her legs to my lap. She had on
shorts. Just the feel of her firm shapely legs drove me wild. She
didn’t flinch as I untied a shoe to pull it off. The smell filled the
room. She held her nose in mock disgust. Then she jerked her foot from
my hands, and placed it right over my nose.
“Okay Max, you
asked for it. Go ahead and sniff deeply. You’ll either soon pass out or
make a bee line for the door. Either way, I always pay my bills.”
I held her ankle, and assisted in dragging her socked foot up and down
my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the warm damp cloth, which
once was white. She sat back just staring as I mouthed her toes. At
this point, we both knew this would become a habit of ours.
I removed her other shoe, and raised that moist stinky foot to my face
as I took the sock off of her other foot. Sara enjoyed my fingers
flexing her bare toes seemingly as much as her feet on my face. As I
slid her other sock off, and she lifted her bare foot to my lips. I
licked her sole. That taste of sweat I craved once again coated my
mouth.
She sighed when my tongue swiped in between her toes. There was plenty
of moist tasty toe jam. I licked the spaces between each until they
were pristine. I looked up to find her staring into a place back in my
brain. She changed feet so I could clean between those toes too. No
words were needed. She felt in complete control of me.
After 20 years of leading men, I was damn sure ready to give up
control, especially to these elegant, soft, moist, smelly feet on my
face. I was in my foot submissive heaven. She never considered having
anyone get close to her smelly feet before. The power she felt as I
orally bathed her feet sent chills down her spine.
“Oh Max, be
careful down there,” she sighed and added, “I could get used to
this.”
I lovingly began planting kisses on the tops of her feet.
“I was hoping you
didn’t mind me getting so carried away Sara. It’s just that your
sweaty, smelly feet ARE my new found treasure.”
“Max, I never
heard of such a thing. I want you to teach me all about your passion
for feet.”
“I can leave you
some foot sites about foot fetish, foot worship, foot domination and
slavery on your computer if you’d like Sara.”
“Mmm, that would
be very interesting Max. Of course, I’d expect to try out what I learn
on you. Would that be alright?”
As I began licking her from her heels to her toes she found her answer.
I dropped to my knees, and placed one foot on my hard cock while my
mouth tended her other foot. She rubbed up and down my shaft. This
drove me crazy, and spurred me on. Soon she decided to change feet.
Without hesitation, I lapped at the ball of her foot. We stayed that
way until well after dark. Then she said it was time for her shower and
bed. Sadly, I planted one more round of slave kisses all over both
feet, and then released them. I went to her computer, and bookmarked
some foot sites.
“Thank you for a
most enjoyable evening Max. My feet have never felt better. I think
they will be ready for your lips again around the same time tomorrow,
if you’re available that is.”
I smiled, bowed my head and whispered, “That would be my
pleasure, Mistress.”
“Mistress?”
She questioned.
“Yes Ma’am,”
I hushed, “as I
offer my face as your foot stool, and my mouth as your foot cleaner,
and myself as your foot slave.”
“Very well then
foot slave. I will visit those sites later, and expect your service
tomorrow afternoon. Dismissed”
As I left her apartment, I knew I’d found my treasure.
This story was written by Stryker53.
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