High Lander
(Posted on Sarurday, January 27, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by Mr. T.

Shelly and her husband, Mike are good friends with my wife, Cindy and me. We met when we had moved to this neighboorhood about 5 years ago and became good freinds.We have children around the same ages and enjoyed a lot of the same interests. Shelly is a 5 foot blue eyed blond about 120 lbs and very nicely shaped.I have always enjoyed a pretty woman's feet and Shelly has the sexiest feet that I have seen in a long time, I'd guess about a size 5 with high arches and long toes. She keeps her nails painted and the skin on her feet always looked to be as smooth as silk.

I have done my share of looking at those feet over the past few years every time that we were together. It seemed that Shelly noticed me looking at her feet at different times, although she never gave any indications that she knew. About 6 months ago, it became obvious that Shelly and her husband were going through some tough times in their relationship. Mike eventually decided to move out for awhile. Cindy and I did our best to be supportive and help them both through this difficult time, but  it has been been 5 months now and there is no sign that they will work things out.

As Christmas was approaching, we had stashed some Christmas gifts for our kids at their house to keep down the snooping. The last thing that I had to do before turning in on Christmas eve was to go to their house a few streets over and pick up the balance of the Christmas loot. Shelly knew that I would be coming over after my kids went to sleep and told me not to worry about what time I got there as she would be up. As my wife is an early to bed person, she retired and left this up to me.

It was about 11 o"clock when I finally got my kids settled down and was able to sneak out. When I showed up at Shellys door, she answered the door in a pair of tight blue jeans, a short sleeve top that clung to her samll firm breasts, and her feet were bare. We chatted a bit and then I got the gifts.Maybe it was because I had a few drinks, or maybe it was because she just look so damn sexy, but I couldn't help it. I just knew that if I was ever going to get a crack at those lovely feet, it would be now or never.

I causally mentioned how nice she looked and how she had lost some weight. She told me that she hadn't been able to eat much because of being upset after Mike had left, and she commented that she was too skinny. She turned around and stuck her butt out a bit and said, "I don't even have an ass any more."

By this time I was ready to do anything to get inside those pants, but I was afraid that I might have misread her actions. After all, she was my wife's best friend. So I just mumbled something about how she looked great and scannned my eyes over her from head to toe stopping suggestivelyon her feet. When I looked up and our eyes met, she looked right at me and said, "Why don't you come in for a drink?"

I sat on the sofa and waited until she came in with a drink for both of us. Much to my surprise, she sat on the sofa beside me and handed me the drink. She took a sip of hers, placed the glass on the coffee table, and then placed her leg up on the sofa with her toes touching my leg. She said, "I couldn't help but notice how you looked at my feet a while ago. I've noticed you looking at them before. Do you have a thing for feet?"

I reached down and gently began to run my hand over her foot and said, "Yes, I have a thing for feet, especially yours." As I said this, I slipped my finger between her toes and began to slowly rub back and forth. Shelly leaned back on the pillows and moved both legs up, placing her feet in my lap.

She said, "I know we are friends and we really shouldn't do this, but I have been without a man now for months. I could really use some TLC right now. So if you want my feet or any part of me, its okay with me and it will be our secert."

I thought to myself, "How could I refuse?" As she was talking, I was continuing to rub my finger between those toes and her other foot was pressing down on my now rock hard cock. I brought her foot up to my mouth and began to slowly lick and kiss her feet and toes. As I slipped her big toe into my mouth and began to suck, I heard her moan. I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She had undone her jeans and had her hand inside her pants, stroking her pussy as I licked her feet.

Now I am a big fan of the female foot, but I always have beleived it to be a part of foreplay leading up to some great pussy. The sight of this gorgeous woman with her hand in her pants as I played with her feet was just too much. I stopped what I was doing to reach up and pull down her jeans. As I pulled them down, she raised up her butt and let me slide them down. Her panties came off with them. As I dropped them to the floor, she sat up and pulled off her top and removed her bra, exposing a set of small firm tits with her nipples sticking straight out at attention. Now laying before me was the object of my many fantasies over the past few years, completly naked.

I started once again at her feet, kissing and licking her toes and soles, working my way up to that sweet pussy. As I kissed up her thighs, she spread her legs open to show me her beautifull little snatch, topped off with a small tuff of blond hair. I ran my tongue slowly over her outer lips and felt her shutter. Then I dived in and drove my tongue inside of her as I licked and sucked her until she moaned and bucked. Her orgasm drenched my face with her wetnesss.

Shelly then laid back and watched as I stripped off my clothes. I am no Greek God, but I am no slouch eigher, and she looked at my dick standing at attention and smiled. I placed my dick between the soles of her feet and rocked back and forth, working myself up until I almost came. She stared up at me as I took both of her ankles into my hands and slowly spread those gorgeous legs apart, exposing that cute pussy. Kneeling on the sofa, I placed myself between those legs and slipped my cock inside her and began to pump away as she laid both of her ankles over my shoulders.

As I pumped away, I could lean over close enough to lick and suck her toes. This drove both of us into a frenzy. I started pumping faster as she matched my strokes with her hips bucking upward to meet each stroke. Within minutes, I collapsed on top of her, panting as we both climaxed together. After a few minutes, I hurried to get dressed and got ready to leave, thinking to myself, "Man, I hope that my wife is still asleep."

Shelly followed me to the door where we kissed a long, lingering kiss. She said, "Merry Christmas." Then she said, "Maybe we should forget this happened, considering how Cindy and I are such good freinds. It wouldn't be good if she found out."

I replied "Yeah, you're probably right." Maybe I would have felt more confident about not being with her again if she hadn't still been naked!