It was New Year's Eve 2000 and I was really feeling under the weather. I was fighting off the flu and determined to spend the night alone in bed when an old neighbor from the old neighborhood called and asked if I wanted to come over and usher in the new century. I told her how sick I felt and I thought it best to stay in bed, but she insisted and insisted until I gave in and decided to go over "just to have a drink" as she put it.

When I arrived, her daugher was sitting on the couch talking to a neighbor. Lauren, who I always thought of as a little girl was no little girl any more. I was stunned by her beauty. The only question left for me was, what did her feet look like? I was about to find out. As she spoke, she sexily dangled her leather flat off of her bare toes which appeared to be painted a metalic purple. As she dangled one shoe, the other was on the floor being gently stroked by the sole of her foot and extremely high arches.

Soon her mother called us to dinner and sure enough Lauren sat next to me. All during dinner I was acutely aware of Lauren's shoe play and tried not to be obvious in my stares. My cock was rock hard all through dinner thinking of Lauren's feet. One by one everyone got up from the table and retired to another room. Lauren went up to her room. I had to have relief and was afraid I was going to say somethig really dumb. So I went to the bathroom to relieve myself.

When I came out everyone had left the table and gone upstairs. As I approached the table, there, next to me were Lauren's leather flats. Instantly I was hard again. Now the trick was to get them into the bathroom without being deected, make love to them and put them back under the table. My usual proceedure was to sniff one shoe and shoot my cum into the other. I got up, looked around and checked the voices in the house. Good, everyone was upstairs. Quickly I went in, grabbed her shoes and ran to the bathroom.

I couldn't wait to stick my nose into her shoe and sniff its sexy aroma while I buried my cock deep into her shoe where I could deposit a load of cum that she would be be bound to feel with her toes. I was so excited I was oblivious to her calls to me. My cum came out in buckets, enough to fill both shoes. Finally, I said, "Is that you?"

"Yeah." She said. I couldn't think of what else to do, so I left her cum filled shoes in the bathroom and came out.

She had a puzzled look on her face, so I asked, "Is everything OK?"

She said, "I could have sworn that I left my shoes under the table. Did you see them?"

"No." I replied. "Maybe you brought them upstairs." I lied. She went upstairs to check. I ran to the bathroom to retrieve them. I had them in my hand and yelled upstairs, "I found them." She came down and asked me for her shoes and I said, "allow me" as I dropped to my knees, desperately thinking of how to explain the wetness in her shoes.

I gently guided her bare feet into her flats fondling her soft soles as I did. A very strange look came over her face. "Is anything wrong?" I asked.

"They're wet inside. I wonder what that is?" She asked almost rhetorically. Then she pulled off one shoe, felt the liquid inside with her finger, brought it to her nose and sniffed. Her eyes opened wide as if she knew what it was. Then she handed the shoe to me and asked, "Can you tell me what is in my shoe?"