Our online relationship was about to take a turn. I was to be at a meeting in the same town she worked in. I called and asked her to meet me at a little bar not far from her office.

Part of me didn't think she would follow through with everything that our cyberotica minds had created.

I could see her walking across the parking lot from where I sat! My God she was graceful. She had on the purple heels just as she said she would. She appeared to be ever the professional, but I knew her in a different light.

As we sat through dinner and had a couple of drinks, we reflected on the innuendo and things that we had said to each other in jest. Her eyes were dancing with the fire that I had felt from such a long distance. Everyone in the bar knew what was going on and what would be taking place later.

Suddenly I heard the UNMISTAKABLE sound of her shoe hitting the floor. She slowly but steadily traced her toe up and down my shin while giving me the most evil look I had ever received. Her face was flush, not from embarrassment, but from the heat that was building in her. I couldn't stand it any longer, but at the same time I couldn't get out of my chair due to the bulge in the front of my pants. I begged her to stop with the foot on my shin. The sooner she stopped , the sooner I could pull myself together enough to leave and walk past he crowd that was gathering in the restaraunt.

I called the waitress over and paid the bill. We left the place in an almost dead run.

After arriving back at the hotel, I opened the door. As soon as it closed we were all over one another. Neither of us had felt passion like this in a long time. We fell into each others arms. Slowly clothing came off piece by piece. We slowly made our way to the bed , leaving the tell tale trail of clothing behind us. I traced up and down her legs to her feet and licked the bottom of each foot just as we had talked about. It was almost like the entire evening had been scripted in the cyberfantasies that we had exchanged. Every move, every nibble, every lick. Her feet were mine for the asking. She had finally broken me. I was now her foot slave. She was a foot goddess and I a mere mortal. ANYTHING she needed, I was there for. I licked , rubbed and massaged every inch of her beautiful feet that evening.

We spent the most wonderful evening that could have ever been expected. After the foot pampering she got that night , she promised that this was going to become a habit! Life was good and it was about to get better. Much better!