Recently my wife and I purchased a new home. The real estate agent who worked at the model house we picked out was a stunning older woman named Linda, probably mid-30's, about 5'9", very slim, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a beautiful face, with the sparkling personality to match. She could really sell!

We visited the model home several times while shopping for a home, and after we decided to buy that particular model we were back many, many more times as she worked out the deal. Unfortunately, we bought the house during the winter months, and I was never able to see Linda's feet, although I could tell she would have really nice ones, since she was the type of wealthy lady who took care of herself.

Her hands were well-manicured and she dressed to kill, like most salespeople. She seemed to wear a small shoe size, probably a six, and I was sad when the house deal was closing and it seemed I'd never get to glimpse what must be a gorgeous little pair of bare feet.

However, just days before the deal was to close, I had to stop by the model home (where she also has her office) and pick up some of the paper work. My wife was not with me. Linda was not there when I arrived, but there was a sign on the door, saying that she was showing another home to a client and would be back in a few minutes. I waited in the car to keep warm, and within a minute or two she appeared. Smiling and chipper as always, she welcomed me and I followed her into the house.

She had walked back from the house she'd been showing and she removed her parka. After leading me to her office, sat in her chair and bent over to remove her winter boots. I stood in the doorway, watching. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and after she got her boots off I could see that her black socks were soaking wet. She frowned and looked at me.

"Can you believe it?" she said. "On the way over here I stepped in a HUGE puddle. Now I'm soaking!"

I made the combination laugh and "awww" noise sympathetic, but seeing the humor in the situation.

"I guess I can't walk like this all night." she said. "I better just take them off. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." I said, more truthfully than she could have imagined.

I watched in excited silence as she grabbed the end of her sock and pulled it off her foot. I love that moment when the sock slides off and the foot is revealed for the first time. And Linda's feet were everything I'd ever imagined. They were white from the cold, and were clean and obviously well-pedicured. Her arch was high and perfect, her toenails a bright red to match the nails on her hands. The tiny foot was a work of art. She then removed her other sock as well, to display her other foot, which was the other's perfect twin.

"Sorry!" she said, embarassed. As if I minded!

"That's all right." I said. "I don't mind at all. Looks like they're cold."

"They are." She said with a grimace, turning her chair to face the heater. She stuck both feet out as close as she could to the heater without touching it and wiggled her toes. "Come on, warm up, warm up!" she said to them.

It was then I decided to make my move. I hoped it wasn't too bold, but we had been dealing with Linda for a few months now and she was quite friendly with us, so I decided it wouldn't be too awkward to offer to help warm up her feet. I took a few steps forward and said, "Let me help." I knelt down in front of the heater, taking one of her feet in my hand before she could really answer.

"Okay." she said with a giggle.

Her gorgeous foot was incredibly smooth and cold to the touch. I was so excited to be seeing and touching this lovely woman's perfect foot that I already had a huge erection. I knelt so that she could have both feet in my lap and I took them both a once and rubbed my hands quickly across the tops of them, then the soles, trying to create some friction. She moaned with pleasure, so I guess she was warming up. After a few minutes off quick rubbing, I slowly turned it into a slow foot massage, and a few times I saw her squeeze the arm of the chair and throw her head back.

"That feels REALLY nice." She said. "Oh, I've been on my feet all day!"

After a few minutes, when I showed no sign of stopping she smiled and gave me a playful look.

"You LIKE this, don't you?" She asked.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't." I replied. My fingers and thumb kept working at her delicate soles and tiny curled toes.

"I know all about guys like you." She said with a wink. "My husband loves my feet."

"Well, I can see why." I said. "They're incredibly beautiful."

That seemed to please her. She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair with her head thrown back.

"My husband likes to kiss my feet as well." She said. "And suck my toes."

I knew instantly that this was the go-ahead.

I took her little foot and raised it to my lips, planting a firm kiss right on the top of it. Then I kissed my way to her ankle, then to her smooth heel. There I planted my tongue against her sole and licked straight to her instep, which I gently bit and licked. She moaned with pleasure. I began to suck on the ball of her foot, and munch the tender skin between her toes. She gasped. I then took her big toe in my mouth and sucked it like there was no tomorrow. As I did it, she unbuttoned her pants and thrust her hand inside. I kissed and sucked each toe in turn, then rammed my tongue between each toe. She LOVED that! She started bucking her hips as she masturbated. Her moaning was getting more constant, and more passionate.

I switched to her other foot and repeated the entire procedure as she frigged herself madly in the chair. I couldn't believe this was happening. My wife suspects my foot fetish, and occasionally indulges me in some minor foot action, but never anything like this! Here was this gorgeous older lady with perfect size 6 feet and here I was rubbing them in my face!

I took both her feet by the ankles and rubbed her soles all over my face, stopping occasionally to suck a toe or nibble an instep. Then, since I couldn't let her have all the fun, I unzipped my pants, producing a cock that was now more rock hard than I'd ever experienced. She knew what to do. She immediately wrapped those beautiful little feet around my member and began to stroke it, in time with her own masturabtion. I leaned back on my hands and watched as those milk-white feet with the red painted toes slid up and down my cock. I just couldn't contain myself any longer. Just seconds after she herself screamed to a climax, I groaned and shot the largest wad of cum I've ever seen all over her feet and a little ways up her pant leg.

After she composed herself, she laughed and said, "I needed that!" We both laughed.

"That was great!" I said. And then I told her how I'd always bet she had incredible feet. She was flattered.

She gave me the paperwork I'd come to pick up and on my way out the door she said, "Well, good luck with the house!"

"Thanks." I said.

"And don't be stranger!" She said, giving me a playful wink.

"Oh, I won't!" I assured her, and then I left.

Linda is still in the area, still working out of the same model home. And, strangely, I still seem to forget paper work there. Sorry, honey, Linda has some papers I need to pick up. See you in a little while!