My Neighbor
(Posted on Tuesday, January 8, 2002)
This story was submitted by Bryan Little.

I sure enjoy reading all of the fantasies on this board, especially the ones posted by
the women.  I may as well post my own.  Any women with a serious foot fetish
please e-mail me.

There will be some truth to this story…

I knew this woman named Celeste.  She used to be a cheerleader in high school.
She’s now in her mid 20’s and she lives by herself.  She was my neighbor at one
time…I was 18.  Her body was exquisite.

She had blonde hair down to her shoulders, dark skinned but not too dark, not
skinny but not fat.  Her personality was wonderful.  We had a wonderful
relationship.  We would engage in all types of interesting conversation.

I loved waiting for her on her front porch to come home from work so we could hang out.  She held an executive position in an office so she would often come home in a nice business suit, nude hose, high heels.

I’d wait for her on her porch and she’d drive up into her garage.  I’d stand outside the garage looking inside and I’d see those silky soft legs swing out her door and she’d stand up and give me that nice motherly smile I’d wait all day to see. Sometimes she would have groceries I’d help her take in the house, but I wouldn’t need an excuse to get in her door.

We had a lot in common and she gave me a few compliments.  I have a strong jawline, blue eyes, wavy brown hair….Being younger and much shyer, I couldn’t compliment her as easily.

One day I said “hi” outside of her garage and she invited me inside.  When she would invite me in my stomach would twitch just a little.

She got in the door and I’d got in as well and she’d reach across me, with her soft large breasts in my face.  I couldn’t help but look at them and she knew.  She just give me this nice motherly smile and softly stroked my face, driving me crazy.  She even smelled perfect.

She slipped her high heels off, with her red toenails shining through her hose.  I was in heaven as I followed those legs to the living room.  We sat down on the couch.  She folded her legs with them facing me and she started asking me about my day.  I’d ask her about hers.  Our lives seemed to be somewhat in control, so she got up and got us a couple drinks and sat back down and turned the tv on.  She explained that her feet were hurting so I decided to get bold and I offered to rub her feet. She smiled and she laid back against the couch pillow.

Her feet were wide and very soft.  I started with the left one.  I wrapped my right hand around it and I slid my thumb over her sole.  She moaned.  Her eyes were shut and her mouth fell partly open.  I was so big.  I firmly squeezed into the ball of her foot, spreading her toes.  She said that I had magic hands and she would hire me full time full benefits.  I would lightly run my thumb across the instep and she'd just smile.  I loved doing this because I was showing her how much I appreciate her.  I even wanted to kiss them.  Celeste was different than all the others at school.

After a while I noticed a small but definite wet spot under her dress.  My hands slid up her calf, and my fingers slid lightly up the insides of her thighs.  She started gasping and she looked at me and told me to touch her.  I started rubbing her clit with the tips of my fingers and she started moaning and she grabbed her breasts.  A bit later she ripped her hose exposing her sopping wet pussy.  With my face I
dove in, putting her knees up on my shoulders, sliding my hands up to her now exposed breast.  I started lapping away at her pussy, then I moved to arching my strong tongue and hitting that spot just inside her at the very top.  I was grabbing those breasts and listening to her just before she came.

After she came, she did me as well and we both laid there in each others arms.  The phone rang.  If it was my mother and we didn’t answer we’d be in trouble.  So she answered it and sure enough it was my mother and I went back home.   sssssiiiiiggggggghhhhhhh

Possibly more to come.  Definitly if I get e-mailed.  butterfly_prince@yahoo.com.