It started out when we met at a conference. She sat down right next to me. For me the attraction was immediately electric! She was a curvacious blonde about ten years my senior. The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. She had the kind of eyes that drew you into her. She didn't notice me right off. After I asked her to dance , I had her drawn to me too. After the night was over I took her back to her room and, after some flash of blind stupidity, gave her a kiss and left.

It was very frustrating for the two of us. You know the whole co-worker scene and the trouble it can cause. We would chat occasionally at work and e-mail each other very innocently. Regardless of what the context of the conversations were, the tension could be cut with a knife , but neither of us would say what was on our minds. We attended another conference together, danced , talked and generally had a wonderful time. Another tension-filled week spent together.

As we sat together during a lecture , I couldn't help but notice her feet in a pair of heels! I have always had a foot fetish that I had kept to myself. But things were fixing to change. I sat for literally 2 hours and could think of anything but licking her feet! She says that she thinks she is fat, however like I said earlier, she is curvacious. Her feet, from what I could tell, matched the rest of her body. Her feet were fairly small , but the arch of her foot rounded to meet her heel and then connected with her calf unlike any feet I have ever laid eyes on. She was a FOOT GODDESS.

As we sat through the lecture she would dangle her shoe off the end of her foot. Whether she was doing this for my benefit or not , I'll never know. I was about to go into orbit! Once again, the conference ended, and we went back to our respective hometowns frustrated. Shortly after the conference, she got a private e-mail account and things took a strange turn. We had always played kind of a victorian game.When we were around each other we were nothing but business.We would occasionally allude to some sexual overture but neither of us would come right out and say what was on our minds. We both knew what was on the horizon.

One day I sent her a very hot story to see what her reaction would be. Amazingly she said she had gotten very hot reading the story and wanted another. I sent her a story about foot fetishes and to my amazement, she admitted that she had quite a foot fetish and loved to have her toes licked and sucked. My jaw was on the floor! All the conversations that we had had, none of them had ever really contained a reference to sex or foot fetishes and now here she was talking about having her toes sucked. I immediately told her that I was a slave to her feet and sent more and more stories about feet.

More to follow ... The Pleasing (The Teasing, Part 2)