A New Year's Eve To Remember
(Posted on Sunday, January 27, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I have a good friend, Joan. She and I have never been romantically involved but greatly enjoy each other’s company. She will often come over to my apartment for a drink, dinner or just to sit around and talk. Whenever she comes over she always  takes her shoes off at the door. She generally wears nylons, usually tan with reinforced toes. The first time she came over she asked if she should remover her shoes and I could not believe my ears and said definitely.(I have high gloss hardwood floors and off white carpeting)

This past New Years Eve neither of us had dates and she asked if I wanted to spend the evening with her. She would come over to my place and we could have a bite to eat, a few drinks and ring in the New Year together. I agreed. A few days before she asked if she could bring her friend Phyllis and again I agreed.

About 8pm she and Phyllis arrived. I answered the door and we exchanged the usual greetings. Joan was wearing a black skirt, white blouse, black pumps and tan hose. Phyllis had on black slacks and a red turtleneck sweater and ankle boots. I took their coats and while I was hanging them up, I heard the sound of Joan removing her heels. She always bent her leg and removed her shoes one at a time
using her hand and placing them on the floor. She then said to Phyllis, “Take off your boots and leave them by the door so that you will not mark up the floor or dirty the carpeting”

Phyllis said “ My boots are clean and they are also comfortable”

Joan insisted and Phyllis did as she was asked. I returned in time to watch her unzip each boot and pull it off. I then saw that Phyllis had on sheer black hose. I thanked her for removing her boots and said that Joan never wore shoes in my
apartment because she did not want to mess up my floors.

We make our way into the living room. Joan was her normal self, crossing and uncrossing her legs, wiggling her toes and feeling very comfortable in her stocking feet. Phyllis on the other hand seemed very self-conscious about being shoeless. She tucked her legs under her so that I could not see her feet.

We had a few glasses of wine, ate some food. Listened to music and talked about this and that. About 9:30 Joan asked if she could call her sister Gloria. She and her boyfriend had a fight and if they did not make up perhaps she would want to come over and join us. I had no objections. I had met her sister a few time and she was good looking. Joan got her sister on the phone and they chatted for a while. She asked if she wanted to come over and join us and I guess Gloria said yes. However, Gloria must have asked what she and Phyllis were wearing because Joan described their outfits down to the last detail including the color of their nylons. Gloria’s next question must have been what shoes are you wearing because Joan said that they both took off their shoes at the door and were in their stocking feet. Joan told us that Gloria would be over in fifteen or twenty minutes.

When Gloria arrived Joan got up to answer the door. She took her coat and as Gloria was about to walk in Joan told her to leave her shoes at the door. Gloria said, “Oops, I know you told me that you had both taken your shoes off when you came in and now I see why. What great floors and carpeting”

With that she slipped off her flats and walked into the living room. She had on a blue shirt, jeans and taupe hose. She sat down and joined us. Like her sister, Gloria seemed to be very comfortable without her shoes on. As the evening wore on even Phyllis seemed more at ease being shoeless. All three women had nicely formed feet with moderately high arches.

About 2pm the party was breaking up and I thought well this has been a pleasant evening. Joan asked Gloria if she would drive Phyllis home because she wanted to hang around a bit more. After they left, Joan asked me if I enjoyed myself. I said sure it was pleasant spending the evening with three good-looking women. “That is not what I meant. I know that you have a foot fetish. I knew it from the first time I met you and confirmed it the first time I came over and asked if I should remove my shoes. I saw the bulge in your pants. Tonight was my way of saying thank you for not trying to hit on me every time I came over. I know that Phyllis does not like to take off her shoes but I knew that you would get enjoyment from making me have her take her shoes off. As for my sister, she will not let anyone wear shoes in her house so I thought it would be fun to make her take her shoes off in someone’s home.”

All I could say was thanks. Joan then asked if she could relieve the bulge in my
pants. I readily agreed and we adjourned to the bedroom to consummate the relationship.