I did not have to wait very long to hear from Diane again. She called me at my office Tuesday and asked if she could speak to me again. She said that she could not get me out of her mind. I was wary but suggested that she come to my home for dinner the next evening. It was a night on which there was generally a bridge game so her being out for the evening would not raise any red flags at home. I suggested she be ultra safe and park in my garage rather than leave her car in the driveway. She giggled and said “mmmmmmmm that is exciting just like we are sneaking around!” I stopped her there and said “no we are not sneaking around it is just two friends having dinner, nothing more.” I could tell from her voice that my comment took the wind out of her sails. It was agreed that she would arrive the next evening at 7:00. A little before seven I opened the garage door and promptly at seven I heard her pull into the garage. I opened the door to the garage, pushed the button to close the outer garage door and greeted her.

She exited the car and came in. I took her coat. She was wearing a black skirt, with a black sweater over a royal blue blouse, nude nylons and 3” black heels with an ankle strap. As we exchanged greetings she said, “May I take off my shoes? Is that all right?” feeling a bit frisky I asked her why. “Because it makes me feel a bit naughty and sexy plus I see that you are not wearing shoes and it would be rude for me not to take mine off.” “Well then by all means please take them off” She sat on a couch and began to unbuckle her heels. It was a very sexy sight and I asked “would you mind if I snapped a picture of you?” No, not at all, I would be flattered” I got my iPhone and below is the picture of Diane taking off her shoes.

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Once they were off, she asked where she should leave them. I said that she could put them next to the sofa so they would be there when she left.

I poured us each a glass of wine and we padded off to the living room. We sat and chatted aimlessly about this and that totally ignoring what we had discussed on Sunday. After our second glass of wine, blushing she repeated her comment of Sunday, saying that she found me sexy in my stocking feet and could she take a picture of me. I agreed. She sent me a copy of the picture and here it is.

She took the picture standing by my fireplace and after taking it she sat down to send it to me and save it in her picture album. She looked very nice and I decided to press my luck and ask if I could snap another picture of her. “Flattered yet again” she said. I knew that I was potentially playing with fire but my warm moist panties controlled my head. Here is that picture.

We then both sat back down on the couch. “So Diane how did all your feelings for another woman bubble up again?” “Well I feel a bit awkward telling you, but I am pretty sure that you will understand. It began about eighteen months ago when I was first invited to join the bridge group. When I arrived, it was at Sue’s house as I recall, she answered the door and invited me in. After taking my coat she told me to take off my shoes. I found it odd but did so without questioning. I felt a bit uneasy in stocking feet in front of relative strangers. When it happened the second time I played, I inquired why and was told that shoes were removed at all bridge games as a courtesy to the hostess. I felt less uneasy at each subsequent game. As time passed I began to look forward to arriving at someone’s home and spending the evening in stocking feet. I enjoyed it so much that I always tried to be the first to arrive so that I could watch the others take off their shoes when they arrived. I always enjoyed watching you because you always had a sexy way of taking off your shoes. The first time I hosted a game I fantasized all day about the prospect of seven women willingly taking off their shoes so that they could enter my home. But what really made me feel aroused was that occasionally my feet would brush against another foot under the table. The feel of nylon rubbing against nylon made me wet. After the bridge games I would lay in bed replaying the evening over and over in my head while masturbating. And it was always you that I thought about, you and your sexy feet. I always thought that when you arrived that you stole a peek at my feet.” I interrupted, “yes Diane, I did always try to have a look at your feet.” I went on, “Don’t feel embarrassed, I derive the same sexual feelings as you do from the sight of another woman’s stocking feet”

If I did not stop then and there, this evening was going to take a direction that I wanted but knew would be wrong. Breaking the mood I said “Dinner is ready” We proceeded into the dining room sat down and had dinner. We did engage in extended foot play during dinner. At one point she rested her foot on my knee and where I got the strength not to take her foot and satisfy myself I don’t know.

After dinner we once again found ourselves on the couch and I gave her a foot massage but went no further. I explained that while I found her very sexually attractive especially since we both shared a foot fetish I could not take her to my bed as she was married and even foot whores have standards. I told her that she was always welcome in my home weather to play bridge, talk or just for some foot play. As she was putting on her shoes to leave I told her that when I went to bed I was going to masturbate while looking at the pictures I took of her tonight. She smiled and said “Robin, I really appreciate what you did for me tonight. Perhaps just being able to chat about and enjoy another woman’s feet will satisfy me. I look forward to doing this again in the near future. And by the way I too will masturbate thinking of your stocking feet.

As I crawled into bed, my iPhone in hand, I used my toy and climaxed multiple times while looking at the two pictures I had taken of Diane. I hope I can continue my resolve not to have intimate sexual relations with Diane.