After the first time I had the pleasure of doing Mrs.Lawrence's feet the first time and having that weekend with her shoes, I was determined to get those sweet feet in my hands again. Well this summer afternoon I was horny as hell, and couldn't get her feet out of my head. The weekend with her shoes only confirmed to me how much I loved doing this sort of thing.

To cut right to the chase, Mrs. Lawrence had been out to a church gathering this day. It was a Friday and she was dressed to thrill as she always was. She had on a flowered dress with taupe shade hose. I wonderd if they were the hose I played with on the weekend of doing her shoes. She sure knew how to dress. I had gone to help out at the church gathering at her request. My friend, her son, was again with his dad. They were to be gone for the weekend. This was about two months after I played with her feet the first time.

Funny thing the whole time we were at this event I was checking out the women's feet that attended. None compared to Mrs. Lawrence's peds. Her sexy feet were encased in a pair of lace up white oxfords. They had about three inch heels and showed a lot of toe cleavage. My mind raced with thoughts of how hot and wet they must be with her sexy peds trapped inside them like that. She was unable to dangle them because of the fact they were laced on. Unlike women that wear classic pumps, they dangle them all the time. I guess to cool their feet off or just to rest them a bit.

I spent all day doing all I could to help her out, moving things for her, getting her cold drinks, etc. I felt very happy doing this for her. When it came time to leave, I helped her load the car and did all I could for her to make her day easier. On the drive home we talked and I stared at her sexy shoes. I tried to shift the conversation to her feet and sexy shoes. That was humiliating to say the least. I mean I wanted her hot wet nyloned feet in my hands so bad that I was being about as nonchalant as an atom bomb.

On the ride home, if she caught me once she caught me a hundred times just staring at her sexy shoes and long shapely legs. She didn't say anything. She just smiled at me. I was horny as hell by the time we got to her house. I thought that the day was going to end there, but she had some thoughts of her own. Looking back on it now, I know she understood my desires to do her feet and obviously liked what I did for her. I loved doing it too.

I helped her unload the car at her place and was ready to leave to walk home when she asked me if I'd like a cold drink. I of course said yes. I figured that it would give me more time to look at her sexy shoes and pretty legs, and to try once more to somehow play with those pretty peds of hers. I was trying real hard to come up with some idea of how to get her to let me take her shoes off and massage her hot tired feet. I found out later that day that all I needed to do was ask. She liked it that much. All that worrying for nothing.

We sat drinking our iced teas. I couldn't help but check out those pretty shoes that she wore, Again she saw me looking. I felt my face turn red as hell more than once. My cock was actually throbbing. We made small talk as we sat there and out of the blue she looked me right in the eye and said, "Boy these shoes are killing me. I ,sure could use a nice foot rub. I don't suppose you would be interested in doing that for me like you did that one time, would you?"

I didn't know if I was hearing things or not. As my face blushed, she smiled at me raising her eyebrows as if to say, "Well, would you?" I sat there for a sec and realized that this was too good to be true. She was asking me to do it. I couldn't let this go.

I looked at her and stammered, "Ah well, sure. I'll do it if you want."

Her response was heaven to me. She just nodded and purred. "Oh hon, I'd very much like it if you don't mind. I don't want you to think you have to." Before she could change her mind I got up and moved towards her. I sat on the floor in front of those nylon encased legs. She recrossed them offering me her left foot first. The sound of her hose coming together at the knees was sweet. And the lovely taupe shade made her sexy legs look even nicer. My hands shook like crazy as I reached for her laces on that sexy shoe. Being this close to her feet was maddening to me.

I looked up to her to see if she was ready and she winked at me. I thought I was dreaming. I wondered to myself if the nylons she wore had reinforced toes and heels as I knew she wore them, or would they be of a sheerer type? Would her toes be painted to match her fingers a nice frosty pink? So many questions in my head. How hot and wet her soft soles would be. I couldn't wait to get her out of those shoes as my fingers worked fast to unlace her left one.

I gently grasped the heel as I got the laces undone. It slid down off her heel so easily. The first sight I saw was the darker band at the heel, telling me right away that she wore reinforced toe and heel stockings. I let my hand slide along her sole as I slid the shoe off with the other hand. Her heat was incredible. Her wetness was driving me nuts. The scent of leather filled the air and the musky scent of her foot mixed to form a powerful stimulant. I thought I would cum in my pants. She sat arching her pretty frost pink toes as the shoe cleared them and said, "Oh that feels so good to get that off." I was dying.

Here was a lady that not only didn't make fun of me for doing this, but who really liked me doing it. I wasted no time massaging that foot. My hands were all over it as soon as the shoe was off. Before I could really get going though she repositioned her feet so they were now sitting crossed at the ankles. She told me, "Here sweety. Take this one off too please." I obliged her and undid the laces on that shoe, too. I quickly slid it down and off that wet hot nyloned beauty.

Her feet now lay across my lap dangerously close to my pounding dick. I thought for sure she would discover my passion for her peds. I sat blissfully massaging her two gorgeous feet stroking every square inch of them as she chatted with me. I must have sounded pretty dumb to her, missing half of what she was saying, but I was too busy admiring her sexy feet to hear her. She hit me with, "You like rubbing my feet huh?" I could feel my face turning red. I didn't answer her, so she asked me again. This time I nodded yes. She patted my head and said. "I'm glad sweety. It feels so good."

I was on cloud nine, admiring the way her sexy polished toes glistened through the reinforced area of her stockings. I loved the way her soles felt, all hot, wet and silky smooth. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my cock was dripping wet. She knew for sure she had me where she wanted me. I would've done anything for this sexy lady and I think she knew it.

As I continued to caress her beautiful nylon clad feet she sort of sighed and sometimes moaned a bit. I would flex her sweet toes back and rub my thumbs into the area at the base of her toes. That seemed to be the spot she liked the best. All the while she would say how nice it felt. Then once in awhile she would direct me where to rub. I liked that. That way I knew I was pleasing her and I wanted to please her.

A few times she shifted her feet in my lap and came in contact with my raging hardon. If she noticed, she never acted like it. But now looking back, she had to know. Soon an hour had passd and she asked me if I had to go. I told her I'd stay as long as she wanted. I looked up to see her smile at me. "I don't want you to get in trouble hon," referring to me being late getting home.

I shot back with, "Well you could call my house and tell my parents I'm helping you do something. Then I could continue."

She winked at me and said, picking up the phone, "Now that's a good idea." She called my house and made sure it was ok for me to stay. When she hung up she said, "Well, I guess you're staying for a bit." My dick damn near was exploding now. How much more of this could I stand? I wanted to find out. She was smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary. I knew at that moment she really did like this and started to relax, now concentrating on nothing but relaxing her sexy feet.

As I massaged her two feet together, doing my best to make her love this as much as I was loving it, she wiggled them in my lap. Now I was scared. She had them sitting right on top of my swollen, dripping cock now. I wiggled a bit trying to keep her from finding out how hard I was and as I got my cock free, she repositioned her feet again, landing right on it. I just froze, hoping she wouldn't notice. As I played with her feet she applied pressure to my thumping cock. I went off like the Fourth of July! Cum filled my shorts and showed through my jeans. I squeezed her feet as I ejaculated. Gobs of cum flowed freely from me.

"Oh hon. Did I hurt you ?" She asked coyly. I shook my head no, not wanting her to know what had just happened.Years later looking back on this, I knew she was perfectly aware of what had happened.

As my orgasm subsided, I regained my composure enough to continue massaging her lovely silk clad feet. She asked me questions as I did so. Like did I think she had pretty feet. I had no choice but to tell her yes. My dick never went soft. It just stayed hard. I wanted more and more of this with her. She asked me if I thought she had good taste in shoes. I shrugged and said, "I don't know I never paid much attention." That was a lie. I had that weekend with her shoes. I knew every pair she owned!

She chuckled and toyed with me saying, "Well I'll have to take you in and show you them then. Maybe you can even fit me with them all. Then you could judge for me. What do you think of that?"

I wanted to just confess to her all I had done with her shoes and how I loved her feet so much. I swear in my mind I thought she would've understood. I couldn't look at her. I just said, "If you want to, I'm game." With that she tapped me on the shoulder, pulling her hose clad feet back and standing up at the same time. I looked up to her thinking I had done something wrong. She wiggled her index finger at me and motioned for me to follow her. I was feeling faint as I went into her room behind her, my eyes never leaving her legs and those hose clad peds.

Hmmmm. See More of Her Shoes II for the rest of this story.