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Car Problems
(Posted on Wednesday, July 14, 1999)
This story was submitted by toeman316.


As usual, I awakened to begin my day at the word processor to work on my current book. I had to revise and rewrite several chapters so I got out of bed, made coffee, and took a good hot shower. While drying off, I walked into the living room of my apartment and opened the door to take in the clean, fresh Arizona morning air. It was one of the rare days in Scottsdale when it rains. The air was cool outside and it was good to feel it whispering into my doorway after my hot morning shower. I finished drying and got dressed in my sweatshorts and a tee shirt - my standard comfortable attire. Oh, and I liked to open my front door for another reason, too.

There is this girl in the apartment directly above me. I found a nice little slice of enjoyment as she walked past my door every workday morning. I was very familiar with her routine. I'd hear her door slam above mine, then the sound of her high heels clicking down the stairway and past my apartment which is located by the breezeway leading out to the covered parking area. She'd pass in front of my door daily, between seven-thirty and a quarter of eight. Her name is Jessica. She's about 26 with a great figure and the sexiest legs one could imagine. She'd always dress professionally, yet with enough flair to show off her maiden formed body and gorgeous legs, too.

The rain was steadily coming down as she hurriedly passed my open door as she made her way to her car. I looked at the clock above my entertainment center. Hmm, almost eight o'clock. This day we didn't have the opportunity to exchange the morning time pleasantries. I knew she was running late for work. I did, however, catch a quick glimpse of her black patent leather pumps and her black stockings as she flashed by my apartment.

I'd often imagined what it be like to see her relax, kick her shoes off, and expose her small, sexy feet to me, up close and personal. A wild dream indeed since she had a boyfriend, and needless to mention, always seemed in a hurry every time I saw her. Nonetheless, she and I were friendly towards one another, and it was a pleasure just to have my day begin with her sticking her head into my dooway and saying hello and buzzing off to her workplace.

The sound of her heels faded into silence as I went about preparing my customary cup of morning coffee. Suddenly I heard the sound of her heels again returning from the parking area. The sound stopped at my doorway. I turned. There she stood. The rainwater was dripping from her hair.

"Well good morning Jessica." I said to her. "How are you this fine wet day?"

"Terrible." She said as she stepped inside. "I'm soaked, late for work, and my damn car won't start."

"Not a problem." I replied. "If we can't get your car started, I'll run you to your office." I began to think of her frantically pumping her gas pedal with those sexy patent leather shoes on her tiny little feet. Let's go see if we can get it started.

I placed my coffee mug by my computer desk and grabbed my car keys.

"Are you possibly out of gas?" I asked. My heart began to race, for I knew I was mere moments away from seeing this vision of beauty mashing away at her gas pedal while I'd be standing close by watching and wishing it was my stiffend cock under her pumping foot. I looked down to the ceramic tile entry floor to see the wet shoes on her little feet.

"No, I filled up last night on the way home from work." She answered back. She stepped back towards the threshold.

I looked up to her eyes. She clearly viewed where my eyes had been fixed. She apologetically spoke. "I'm sorry for messing up your floor. My feet and shoes are soaked. I stepped in a deep puddle. I'll mop up my mess."

I quickly replied, "Thank you, but don't you worry. Let's get you going. I'll get it later."

She smiled at me and said, "I owe you one and I appreciate your help."

We walked out of my apartment. I walked behind her, watching her stockinged feet squish in those black pumps. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle as we stepped from the curb and entered the parking area. "Thank goodness we have covered parking, though it doesn't seem to help much, does it?" She asked as she inserted her key into the door's lock. "And this is a brand new car, too." She added.

I told her that it was a rather nice car. She drove a moderately priced Infiniti J-30. "You really shouldn't be having problems with a new car." I claimed.

She opened the door and stepped inside. I walked to her side and watched as she placed her foot to the pedal. She turned the ignition switch and began pumping the pedal. The car didn't start. I felt that all too familiar bulge forming in my sweatshorts.

She continued to pump the pedal, then pressing it completely to the floor. I was getting weak at the knees. I'd never dreamed that I'd ever have the opportunity of getting that close to her, much less watching her perfectly shaped foot pounding away at the pedal of her new car. My eyes were again fixed on her feet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her turn to look at me. I thought, "Oh, shit. I'm caught again." I couldn't take my eyes off of her feet fast enough, so I slowly shifted my view to meet her eyes and made a comment about her popping the hood to her car.

"Oh never mind." She said. "I'm late for work anyway. I'll call in and tell them I need to have my car taken to the dealership for repairs."

She was upset, to say the least. We ran back to the breezeway to avoid the rain. We were both fairly drenched by the time we stepped up on the curb.

I had my opportunity. I siezed the moment. "Please, call your office from my apartment and I'll fix you a cup of coffee while you dry off." I told her. We were almost to my apartment.

She was frowning. "No, I'm soaked and pissed. I won't be good company." She explained.

I encouraged her company again as we stopped at my doorway. "I insist. Besides, we've never really had the opportunity to visit. I'll get you a towel and a good cup of hot coffee. Come on in." I implored.

When she agreed, my body began to tremble with delight. "Okay." She said. "I was running late this morning anyways and haven't had my morning coffee. That does sound good!"

We walked into my apartment and I pointed to my love seat. "Here, have a seat." I told her. I walked into the kitchen and turned around to suggest that she remove her wet shoes, but to my surprise she had just kicked them off. I was excited. Her feet were encased in reinforced toe nylons. I could tell that her feet were small because of her shoes. They were slender, petite, and soft looking from my vantage point.

I poured her a cup of coffee, grabbed two towels, and went to her side, closing the front door as I returned. I sat her cup of coffee on the occassional table and offerred her one of the towels. I was still trembling with excitement at the idea that this lovely young maiden, whom I've admired many times, was actually sitting in my apartment with her shoes removed.

She dried her hands, thanked me for my kind hospitality, and lifted the cup of coffee to her lips. I knelt beside her and picked up her shoes. I could feel the warm dampness from them as my hand touched the inside portion of the shoe leather. I placed them in the towel and began to dry the outside of the highly glossed leather surface.

She took a sip of coffee and quickly said, "Oh, you don't have to do that. They're all wet and smelly. Please, I'm embarrassed."

I lifted the shoe to my nose and enhaled the wet leather deeply into my lungs. I also saw that size 6 was stamped into the inside edge of the spiked heel shoe. I looked at her as I lowered her shoe. "See?" I assured her. "There is no offensive smell at all. As a matter of fact, I love the smell of your leather."

Her grimace turned to a smile as I carefully wiped the beautiful shoes. Her sexy smile told me that she wasn't offended by my comment, nor by my actions. I stood up and walked to my desk to retrieve the cordless phone. My swelling hard-on was showing, although I hadn't yet become fully erect. I didn't try to hide the obvious excitement located between my thighs. I walked back to her, set the cordless in her hand, and took my seat again, within reaching distance of her sexy little feet.

Looking at the buttons on the handset she asked, "How do I turn this thing on?"

I kneeled reverently at her feet, allowing her toes to touch my knees. She slightly lifted her toes to feel that our skin was touching and quickly withdrew them to the edge of the love seat. Gosh, my heart was racing. Yet, I couldn't resist. I pointed to the talk button on the phone and touched the top of her foot. "Just press that button" I instructed. "Oh, I can feel that your feet are soaked. Here, let me dry them while you talk on the phone."

I was waiting for her to tell me no when suddenly she lifted her feet together and pointed them in my direction. As she began to dial her office, she said, "I thought you'd never ask. You've dried my shoes beautifully. I was wondering if you could do the same for my tootsies." As I sat at her feet, she stood with the phone pressed to her ear with her shoulder and removed her black and lacy-topped thigh high stockings. "That should help." She coyly stated.

As she stepped out of them and sat back down, she wadded the stockings and tossed them toward the trash can beside my desk. I inched my way toward her legs. She crossed her leg and pointed her toes right at my face. She spoke slyly and seductively. "There. Let's see if you can dry them before you wet them." I couldn't believe what she had said to me. I wanted to ask her to repeat herself, but when she dropped her foot to my bulging shorts and lightly pressed her size six foot onto to my hardening shaft, I decided that I heard exactly what she'd said.

A co-worker answered the call from her and I began to dry each of her perfectly shaped toes as she started to explain her car problems to her office. Her feet were ticklish and she wriggled them as I applied my tender loving hands to her soles with the towel. I heard her say that a very close friend had offerred to assist her and she would be at work as soon as she could get there, but had no idea how long it would take.

I could tell that the person she was speaking with was a female friend by the way their conversation unfolded. Then she began to giggle and she shook her foot. I suppose that I got carried away with the fact that her ticklish foot was too tempting to avoid me offerring a little tickle.

I could almost hear the voice on the other phone querey about her laughing, or I assumed as much by her reply. "Oh, it's really nothing much. This friend of mine is being so helpful." She placed her soft, sexy foot precisely on the head of my raging hard-on. He's trying to get my car started as we speak. She began pumping my cock just like a gas pedal and she moved her hand to her inner thigh. "Well, I better go." She continued. "I think he'll have it running any minute now."

She dropped the phone and put her other foot on my hardness. "Oh, I love the way you feel under my feet. It is such a turn-on when you sensually tickle my feet." She confessed. She leaned back and faced the ceiling as she moved her panties to one side and began to finger herself, offerring me a fantastic view between her spread legs.

I felt my throbbing cock begin to lurch under the pressure of her bare feet. I looked down to her feet. Her red painted toes contrasted nicely to the creamy white color of the top of her feet. Her pink soles were flawlessly smooth and soft, from heel to toe. I moved her feet quickly to my thigh as I raised my shorts to expose my hot and hard shaft. I guided her feet back to my cock and continued to watch her feet as she inched her toes to the tip. Her movements caused by her masturbating made her heels dig in to the base of my shaft while her toes pressed and wriggled at the tip.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her intoxicating toes. I saw the pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock and stringing onto the tips of her slender toes as she wriggled them wildly on my cock's head.

She began to moan and orgasm. The first deep breath that she took and held caused her to freeze for a brief moment. Her toes locked down on my cock. I felt a deep throb erupting where her heels were planted. I exploded. As I twitched and jerked I saw no cum. Then she lifted and flexed her toes and I watched as my cream splattered the bottom of her foot and began to seep between each of her tiny flexing digits. I was drained.

She sat motionless in ecstacy as my throbbing subsided. She slowly moved her cum-soaked feet to my thigh and sighed. She explained, "My boyfriend loves my feet too, but is afraid to admit it. I'm glad I had car problems."

As she moved her feet on my thigh I could feel how wet I made her feet, almost as wet as the rain. I lifted her foot to wipe my cum from her feet with the towel. She suddenly stopped me and exclaimed, "No! I want to feel you all day. Put my shoes on me. I need to get to work."

I asked, "What about your stockings?"

"Oh, they're no good now." She told me. "I think that I snagged them anyway, so just throw them away."

I thought, "Yeah right. Sure. I'll throw them away." I knew I wouldn't.

I placed her shoes on her re-soaked feet and asked her if I could take her to work. She agreed and stood and placed her high heeled foot on my wet thigh telling me, "Friday my boyfriend is going to be out of town. Would you like to come up and watch a video with me, this weekend?"

I replied, "Not a problem. I'd love to. Consider your Friday night dance card filled!"

This story was submitted by toeman316.

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