He was a quiet man of only twenty-five years, with a chiseled face and a well built, tanned body. He had a kind and trusting face, and only had a handful of close friends to talk to or have lunch with. He was always kind and chivalrous to others especially the ladies. He was always nice to animals and children. He even spent the time after work to escorting both young and old ladies across the street or to their cars. But under all this, in his mind, heart and soul, there stirred an ulterior motive to his chivalrous actions toward women, especially to the women of his age.

One bright spring day after work, he was leaving work to go to his car, he spotted that young woman who he had seen so many times around the cafe where he got his daily coffee. She was carrying a stack of piled up, loose papers and an assortment of other things. This woman intrigued him immensely, she was a tall, light brown haired woman with just the right proportions everywhere to make his passion stir, although there was something extra about this woman, the was an air about her movement, a certain grace about her steps that fascinated him. Her walk was like that of an angel's, slowly fluttering towards her destination.

Today he found himself walking behind her, getting to his own destination, his car. He was studying her movements intently. That grace, that movement. It was thoroughly intoxicating. He tried not to get too close for she might think that he was a stalker, but the was too good a person to do any of that. Keeping his distance and his eyes averted, he heard a sudden a crash and flutter of papers and pencils. He looked at her and saw that she had dropped her things.

He quickly rushed over to help. Being a kind man, he picked up some loose pieces of paper and a couple of pencils. As he was bending down, his eyes fixed on a sight that burned into his subconscious, the object that many foot fetishist all around the world adored and worshipped. He was transfixed with their beauty. They were perfection itself. Her toenails were painted in a glossy scarlet red and were encased in a strappy formal sandal. He could not avert his eyes from their beauty.

During his chivalrous action he caught a waft of the fragrance of her body, her Sensual Essence. She was watching him intently, focusing on his view, she lightly wiggled her toes, and giggled softly. He suddenly felt both aroused and embarrassed about her knowledge of his fetish. She had seen him many times too as he had watched her and studied her movements. But she had not confront him and actually found him attractive.

He finished picking up her papers, and in handing them to her, their eyes met. He stared into her deep blue eyes with a red and embarrassed face and muttered, "Sorry."

In her warm and inviting look he found the courage to ask her to have a coffee with him. She deliberated on his proposal and agreed. He first walked her to her car, to get rid of her papers and books and they eventually ended up in the cafe. The Cafe was nearly empty today. She picked a quiet table in the corner and sat down, with him behind her. After ordering their coffee, she broke the silence by asking him the direct question he had dreaded. She asked him if he liked feet, and hers in particular.

With the same embarrassed face he answered her truthfully. Her response was a sudden and unexpected one. She slipped off her shoe and started rubbing his leg with her foot. He was surprise but aroused. That familiar tent in his pants was beginning to form. She moved her way directly up to the center of his sexual being, and began stoking it with the ball of her foot. His penis grew tenfold. She stated that he must like feet, for his penis was as hard as a rock.

She then took her other shoe off and moved her other foot up with the other one and began jerking him off. In order to get better leverage she told him to unzip his pants. He obeyed. With the table cloth covering their actions, she moved her feet up and down his shaft, faster and faster until he came in white-hot gushers over her toes. With a shudder and a muffled grunt he pumped away at the soles of her feet until he was drained. Smiling seductively she said to him, "Is that what you wanted?"

She finished wiping her feet on his pants and wrote something down. Without a word she left. He picked up the note from the table and read it. It said, "Meet me at the below address at midnight if you want more of the preview I just gave you."

He took the note, wiped his cum from his trouser bottoms, zipped up and paid the bill. Later that night he was in his study thinking about what happened and also thinking about those feet. He had jacked off several times in various places in his house during the night, thinking about her feet. He looked at the time. 11:20 p.m. read the antique grandfather clock in his study. He was thinking of whether or not he should go to the address or not. By 11:50 p.m. he was there, knocking on her door.

She answered the door with a sensual smile, and showed him inside. She led him to her bedroom. Dozens and dozens of candles and purple silk surrounded the bed. It covered the entire bed. He smelled some incense burning in the room, and thought that because there were so many candles it would be like fucking her during the day, and also easy for them to study each others bodies to the fullest extent.

She was wearing a sexy satin slip dress and a pair of the most fascinatingly sexy high heels he had seen. The only down side, though, was that these high heels covered the best parts of her sexy feet. She then walked up to him and gave him a deep, passionate kiss on the lips. While she gave him the kiss, she removed his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them slip to the floor. She grasped his silk covered penis and drew back, sensually slipping the satin dress off her shoulders onto the floor.

He saw her perfect naked body in the flitter of the candles. Medium firm breasts, slender waist and lovely legs. Focusing on her nipples, he saw that they had become erect with excitement. She drew closer and whispered something in his ear, "I know what type person you are. I've been watching you too, opening doors for ladies and walking in or out after them so you can study every inch of their bodies, especially their feet."

Grins grew on both of their faces. The sexual tension in the air was getting pretty thick, as was his penis. With that she sat him on the bed and removed his silk boxer shorts in the process. When she caught sight of his huge organ she let out a little squeal of pleasure, instantly taking it as far back in her mouth as she could. He started to move his hips in time with the licking of her tongue on the head of his penis. He was enjoying the sensations of having his penis treated in such a way, and started to moan. She stopped him with a look which said, "This is not it. I have bigger things planned for the both of us."

With that, she sat back further in on the bed. He followed suit. With the light of the candles flickering across her devilish smile, she placed her left shoed foot on his naked lap and told him to remove her shoe. He instantly obeyed. Her foot was just as perfect as the last time he had seen it, including the glossy scarlet red nail polish. He took her foot and bought it up to his nose and inhaled the Sensual Essence of her foot. He slipped each toe into his mouth from smallest to largest, circling each perfect toe with his tongue taking care not to miss any spot of her beautiful and arousing toes. While her was attending to his fetish, she pleasured herself by masturbating herself, inserting one, then two, then three fingers in and out of her vagina and rubbing her clitoris.

After removing the other shoe and treating that foot the same way, she placed one of the shoes over his rock hard penis, placing the head of his penis in the toe section, and started rubbing him with it. Their mutual pleasures were vocalized by periodic grunts and moans. Several minutes of rubbing and fingering went by until he shuddered in pleasure and exploded his load into the toe section of her shoe. This was closely followed by a series of loud moans and, "ahhhhhhh's," as she climaxed in a puddle of flowing love juices.

He bent over quickly, lapping up her juices and tonguing her sensitive clit, to heighten her orgasm. They lay there motionless, in trance of lingering ecstasy, with him milking the last drops of sperm out of penis and her lightly stroking the last sensations out of her clit. She then shifted her body so that her feet was facing his limp penis. As soon as she placed her feet on his penis, one on either side, it responded by growing larger and larger. He began to moan again, as his cock was springing back to life. She milked his cock, wriggling her toes up and down his shaft and on the head of his penis, sending electrical pulses of pleasure up his spine, until it was back to full stiffness.

She said to him, "Now for the main course." With that she knelt up on the bed and guided his renewed cock right into the furnace between her legs. As soon as his penis touched her pussy, they both let out a gasp of pleasure. She gyrated up and down the length of his shaft using her pussy muscles to milk him for all he was worth, both enjoying the sensations they were getting. They continued their tandem rhythms, in a frenzy of pumping, licking and groping. They periodically moved positions, enjoying each sensation they were getting from their movements.

As he was pumping away, into the depths of her soul, he asked if he could enter her ass. She complied by tucking he legs under her torso and raising her ass for entry. He grabbed her by the hips and guided his organ into the tightest hole he had ever put his dick into. He inserted his dick to the point where her ass cheeks touched his pelvic area. She moaned outloud, "Oooooohhhhhhh!"

He completely engulfed his cock into her ass. He then started pumping her ass, in and out, in and out, all the while groping her beautiful breasts. On the verge of orgasm, he withdrew his penis and started jerking off. She then sat up, turned around and sat back down on top of his chiseled face. He instantly started to lick her pussy and clit. She threw her head back moaning with the pleasure he was sending up her spine. She sensed his closeness to orgasm and sat back on top of his dick and rode him until he convulsed and rammed his cock as deep as it would go into her dripping wet pussy, coming in a never-ending stream of white hot lava that shot into the depths of her being.

Feeling his cock erupting into her, she was sent over the edge again, erupting into a multitude of orgasms. They both collapsed onto the stained silk covered bed, where they spent a few moments catching their breaths. They both complimented each other while fondling each other and talking about themselves, telling each other every little detail about the other.

He then asked her, "What are you going to do with those shoes? I've cummed in one of them. It was a fantastic and pleasurable experience, but the shoe must be wrecked!"

She told him not to worry because they're saved for later. They then drank a nightcap and slept naked together under the silk sheets. She woke up the next morning and found a note on his pillow. It contained a short but beautiful poem, describing their love-making as a heavenly experience. She surmised that he had gone to work, so she took a shower, ate breakfast got dressed and went to work herself.

During lunch, she walked into the cafe for her daily and spotted him on the same table as they had been yesterday. He was sitting at the table with some papers and things, but was staring off into the deep blue. She knew what he was thinking about, though. She slowly walked up to him from behind and softly whispered his name in his ear, "Guess who?"

She could see him coming back from the deep blue. He answered back, "Hello." Getting his mind together, in an erotic tone, he continued, "How are you feeling?" He looked her over. "God, she's got a great body. I miss it." He thought to himself. One of the first things he noticed was her feet. Outloud he started to ask, "Those aren't the..."

She nodded her head with a devilish grin.

"And is it still inside?" He asked.

She nodded again. He couldn't help but get erect again, just at the idea that she was wearing the same shoes as the ones during their love-making last night. And the added bonus was that his cum was still in the shoe with her foot in it. Rubbing the sole of one of the shoes on his cock, she told him that she wanted to feel him all day long.