The Computer Guy & My Happy Feet

Published early on our Previews page on Monday, May 20, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Thursday, May 23, 2024.

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"Hey Mom," I heard my daughter's voice say when I answered the phone. "Sorry to bother you, but I'm stuck at work, and I have a computer guy coming over to the house to fix my laptop. Can you let him in please?"

"When's he going to be here?" I asked.

"Probably in a few minutes," she answered. "He just called to let me know that he's on the way, and he's pretty close. I told him that I couldn't make it back home, and that you'd let him in. Is that okay?"

"Of course," I assured her. "What's his name?"

"Paul," she told me. "He's one of the computer guys at work, and he told me that he'd take a look at my laptop without charging me."

"Okay," I replied. "I'll let him in when he gets here."

"Thanks mom," she said with relief. "I really appreciate it."

Her call woke me up while I was taking a much needed nap. I had just gotten back from a really long red eye flight, so I was still kind of groggy when she called. A few minutes after she called, I heard the doorbell ring. Completely naked, I quickly put my robe on to cover myself up, and I greeted him at the door.

"You must be Paul," I said while letting him inside.

"That's me," he confirmed. "Sorry to be coming over on such short notice, but your daughter sounded kind of desperate about her laptop."

"I know," I told him. "It's been giving her problems, so thanks for coming over to take a look at it."

"It's what I do," he laughed. "It sounds like something that I can fix pretty easily, so it probably won't take long."

"Can I get you some coffee or something?" I asked after taking him to my daughter's room.

"No thank you," he answered. "I'm good. You can just go back to whatever you were doing, and I'll let you know when I'm done."

"I was just taking a morning nap after a long flight on a red eye, but I can get back to it after you're done," I told him.

"I didn't mean to wake you up from your nap," he said with embarrassment. "I had no idea that you were sleeping. I can do this later if you want."

"No, you can do it now," I told him.

"If it helps," he suggested, "why don't you get back to your nap, and I can let myself out when I'm done."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied. "You should get back to sleep. I'm not going to need you for anything."

"That would be great," I told him. "I 'm still really wiped out. Thanks. All you have to do is to shut the door when you leave. It'll lock itself, and I can get the deadbolt later."

"Got it," he smiled. "Will do."

I was really glad to get back into bed because I was so tired. I took my robe off, hung it up in my bathroom, and then I pretty much fell into bed under the covers. I was out like a light in no time at all.

I don't know how long I had been sleeping, but I woke up in a daze to feel my daughter's friend sucking my toes. It felt incredible, so I really didn't want to say anything to stop him. I just kind of laid there in a stupor. I had mixed feelings about what he was doing to me. Part of me wanted to protest, and demand that he stop, but another part of me wanted him to continue.

I wondered how long had he been worshiping my feet. Had it been a while, and was I simply too out of it to feel him at my feet, or had he just started, and I suddenly woke up?

I figured that he must have been playing with my feet for a while. After all, I couldn't imagine that a friend of my daughter's who had just met me for the first time would start sucking my toes right away. Surely he must have built up to that moment. Because my body in its deep sleep must have subconsciously enjoyed what he was doing, I suspected that my body language must have encouraged him to continue after he made that first daring move to touch my feet.

I wondered how I had reacted. Did I talk in my sleep to subconsciously encourage him, or did I silently react in a way that made him think that he could do more? All I knew for sure was that I was awake now, and I most definitely enjoyed having my toes sucked.

When I felt him kissing, and licking my soles, I most definitely enjoyed that as well. I wasn't about to interrupt anything that he was doing, especially since I could feel myself getting wetter, and wetter with each passing moment.

Surely, at some point he would know that I was awake. As long as I continued to give him passive permission to continue, surely he would be encouraged to do more. I decided to pretend that I was still asleep. Maybe it would become a naughty sexual game between us; me pretending to be asleep while getting off on what he's doing, and him role playing it all as if I was in fact still fast asleep.

How naughty that kind of pretending, and role playing would be, which is why I continued to pretend that I was asleep. Unless I objected to stop him, I presumed that he would role play my unconsciousness if in fact he believed that I was actually awake. Either way, I liked the idea of if all. I embraced what was happening. I was thoroughly getting off on it.

Naked underneath the covers, I liked that he got bolder by reaching up to stimulate my pussy and clit with his fingers while he continued to pleasure my feet. I was having multiple mini-orgasms, and enjoying every single one of them. When he stimulated me to a full blown climax, I did my best to stay as quiet, and as still as I could. Still, I couldn't hide the fact that I had just gotten off on a rather intense orgasm, so I pretended that I had spontaneously climaxed in my sleep. I laid there as still as I could.

Who knows if he was buying that pretense? All I knew for sure was that he continued to play with my pussy and clit while at the same time playing with my feet. When I felt him jerking off against my soles, I laid there as still as I could. Even when I suddenly felt the warmth of his cum splashing onto my soles, ankles, and legs, I continued to pretend that I was asleep.

Of course, he must have known that I was awake, which meant that I condoned what he was doing. Whatever he was thinking, neither one of us uttered a word.

Before he quietly left, I could feel him cleaning me up with a towel. Basking in what had just happened, I laid there for a very long time before I got up to make sure that he had gone.

A few days later I asked my daughter if she thought that Paul could take a look at my laptop to give it a refresh like he had refreshed hers. I told her that I'd be happy to pay him for it.

"You won't have to pay him," she laughed. "I mean, he offered to come over for free, and I didn't even ask him to come over. You must have made a great impression on him, or he's got the hots for you. He wanted to know if he could stop by on Friday morning. I won't be around, but you don't need me there anyway."

I didn't want to tell her what had happened or that he had the hots for my feet. She'd be aghast! I could tell that she didn't know, though, and I wasn't about to spill the beans. It seemed that Paul wouldn't tell her, either, since he hadn't already.

When I greeted Paul at the door while only wearing my bathrobe, he role played his arrival as if nothing had happened between us. In turn, I feigned a need to get back to taking a nap. He happily responded by telling me he'd let himself out after he finished with my laptop.

Of course, without a word between us about what he was going to do to my feet and naked body, he and I knew that he'd be leaving after he had finished with me, pun intended. Needless to say, he came over pretty regularly to "work" on my laptop to keep it running well.