Playing Footsie
(Published on Tuesday, February 10, 2004)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I am a 38 year old married women and the following is a story of what recently happened to me. Eight of us got together for lunch at a local restaurant. We all knew each other, but we knew some better than others. After lunch one of the women whom I did not know well suggested that we go to her home to play some bridge. Being an avid player, I readily accepted as did four other women, so we had a total of six players. As bridge is a four handed game we decided that we would rotate who played. As I had an errand to run, I asked for directions to the woman's home, I'll call her Joan, and said that I would be there in about 30 minutes.

As promised, I arrived 30 minutes later. I rang the bell and Susie, whom I know well, answered the door. I was about to step in when I noticed that Susie was in her stocking feet and that there was five pair of shoes lined up neatly by the door. Susie could tell by the look on my face that I was somewhat surprised. She told me that Joan had requested that we remove our shoes before entering as she had white carpeting throughout her home. Not  being accustomed to being in stocking feet in a relative stranger's home, I somewhat hesitantly removed my shoes and placed them in line with the others. Susie said, as we were walking into the living room, that the carpet was the plushest that she had ever felt, and walking on it in stocking feet was akin to sensuousness. Once my feet got on to the carpet I readily agreed.

While Susie and I were waiting our turn to play, we sat on the couch and had a glass of wine. Our feet touched once of twice and we both smiled coyly. In about ten minutes, Susie and I entered the game. Again and again our feet found each other's under the table. Each time we would let the touch linger longer and longer. Eventually, we just placed our feet on each other's. This went on and on during the whole stay, even when we were not playing.

As we were leaving, I thanked Joan for her hospitality and commented on how nice her home was decorated, and the lushness of her carpet. She said that we were welcome any time so long as we removed our shoes. I said that while I had never been asked to remove my shoes before entering someone's home, I would be happy to leave my shoes at her door. She smiled.

After being shoeless for a few hours, plus a glass or two of wine my, shoes felt a bit tight when I put them back on. Susie and I stood by our cars chatting for a bit. She suggested that I stop by her house for awhile. I accepted, but said only if I can remove my shoes, as my feet hurt. She smiled and said that she wouldn't have it any other way.

I followed her home and we walked in together. As soon as she unlocked the door and stepped in, she slipped off her pumps and I my slingbacks. The cool floor felt wonderful through my stocking feet. We went into her family room and our feet excitedly searched for each other. When we found each other, we played footsies as we did while playing bridge. We were both nervous, but neither of us wanted to stop. I looked into her eyes and gave her a long deep kiss, which she ardently returned. We did not go any further as we both had husbands coming home.

Susie invited me over for lunch today and told me that she had a new rule at her house. I had to leave my shoes at the door and walk about in my stockinged feet. I wonder what she has in mind????!!!!!