Jenny, Part 1: The Massage
(Published on Saturday, January 5, 2005)
This story was submitted by Barry S.

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For as long as I can remember, I have always had a crush on Jenny. Whenever she would visit the house I would become so happy. Jenny, in case your wondering, is an old friend of the family. Jenny is a dance instructor from right here in Chicago where I live. Jenny is so beautiful. She's in her fifties, almost sixty, but believe me, that dosen't take away from her beauty. She has long black hair. She's about 6'1" and probably weighs around 120 - 125 pounds. She has a really nice sized chest (probably a 36 or 38 C). But the thing that really drove me nuts about her were her beautiful bare feet. I remember the day that I first saw them.

It was one day in her dance studio. I was helping my father fix something for her, and she came into the room, in a tight, black leotard, and she was barefoot. She had been in the middle of teaching dance class and she had come into the room. I couldn't stop staring at her feet. They were beauties. I had been fairly young at the time, and these were the first bare feet that I had ever seen (besides mom). I had before this found her attractive, but seeing her beautiful bare feet made me want her even more. Knoowing that she had pretty feet made her that much more attractive to me. When she would come over to the house after this day, I would look her in the eye, and talk to her, but know that looming in the shadows beneath us were her bare feet just waiting to be unlocked from their shoe prison.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Barry.  I am twenty four years old and I live with my parents in Chicago. That's really all you need to know, for now. The story that I'm about to tell you happened in the winter of 2003. My parents had just gone to our home in Florida for the winter. I usually go with them, but this year I had school and I didn't go. They usually left right after Christmas, and didn't return until March. So there I was with the house to myself for three months. What would I do?

I was watching some porno on pay per view when I heard a knock at the door. The mail had just gone, and for some reason I just assumed that it was the mailman. Getting up to answer the door I neglected to turn down the volume of the raunchy porno on TV. I opened the door, peeked around the corner (as I had a massive erection), and saw Jenny.

"Oh, hey. How ya' doin'?" I asked. I was so embarrased.

"Not bad. Can I come in?"

"Sure. Um, can you hang on a sec'."

I closed the door again, and immediately turned off the porno that I had paid $11.99 for, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, as I had been touching myself pretty profusely. I finally made my way back to the door, and invited Jenny inside. She had to have known what I was doing. The sound of the television had been turned up pretty loudly.

"Hey, it's a nice surprise to see you. Take off your shoes and socks, and come on in." I said. I hadn't realized what I said until it was out there. I had meant to tell her to take off her shoes and coat, and come in, but I slipped up.

"I mean shoes and coat." I said laughing.

"I thought that's what you meant," she said, also laughing.

She removed her shoes, which happened to be long black boots, and coat, and came into the living room to sit down on the couch. The very couch, where moments earlier, I was jerking off.

Jenny looked great. She was wearing a pair of tight, faded jeans. Underneath the jeans was her infamous, tight, black leotard. She had her jeans on over it. The top half of the leotard was all that you could see. It accentuated her breasts very nicely. I had seen her in the leotard many times, from when I was young visiting the studio. She had her long black hair tied up in a pony tail.

"So, what have you been up to?" I asked.

"Not much. I just finished with a private dance lesson, and just decided to drop by. I know your mom and dad are in Florida, and I figured I'd give you a little company. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much. I was just watching some TV."

"Yeah, I heard," she said, snickering. I knew that she was referring to the moaning of the porno. I just brushed it off.

We continued to make small talk. She would tell me about her work as a dance teacher in downtown Chicago. I would then talk about school. As we were talking, however, I began to notice something that Jenny was doing with her hands. She was giving herself a foot massage. I had assumed that her feet were sore from the dance lesson. Through her sock, she continued caressing her foot. It was driving me nuts. I decided to take matters into my own hands. If I ever wanted to get at Jenny's feet, that's exactly what I would have to do.

"Let me help you," I said. I grabbed the foot that she had been concentrating on, and began to massage it.

"Oh, Barry. That's so nice of you. My feet are so sore and achy." Jenny said this as she laid down on the couch and relaxed. As she laid down, she outstretched her feet even more to me. I was at the other end of the couch, and laying directly in front of me was my life long crush, with her feet being offered to me.

I had been rubbing her foot through her sock for about five minutes before I removed her sock and began rubbing her bare foot. It was hand to foot, and I had never been more happy. I had never touched a softer foot. It was like being in heaven. It was so gratifying. My dick began to throb in my pants. I was really rubbing her foot like a true masseur. For the record, I was a pretty good foot masseur. I had rubbed my mother's feet, as well as countless ex-girlfriends. My dick got even bigger. Jenny had no idea though, because she was nearly asleep. She was laying on the couch with her head turned to the side. I continued to rub her feet.

"Oh, Barry, could you do the other one too? I am so grateful to you. This is so nice of you."

I gladly took her other foot in my hands, and without saying a word, removed the sock and kept rubbing. She was almost asleep.

I was rubbing in between her toes. It was very moist in her toes, probably due to the dance lesson. As she wasn't looking, I lifted my fingers to my nose , and smelled them. They smelled fantastic. The stench of sweaty feet was a smell that to me smelled better than any perfume. I then continued to grind on the sole of her foot with my fingers. Rubbing deep and hard, Jenny let out a small whimper. I didn't know if it was a whimper of pain or pleasure. I continued. It wasn't long after this that Jenny was fast asleep. My magic hands had soothed her to sleep.

I continued to massage.

She had only been asleep for about fifteen minutes before she beagn to snore a little bit. I knew this was a golden chance to get some real action. I lifted her foot up to my nose, and breathed in the aroma of her ped. Again, her foot smelled sweaty, almost like vinegar. But it had no effect on me. I rubbed her foot all over my face. I could feel her fluffy white foot brush my cheek, and my dick nearly blew.

She continued to snore.

I had more on my mind. I still had her foot lifted up to my face, so I decided to get a taste of her foot. I stuck out my tongue and licked the sole of her foot, from heel to toes. I could taste the salt from the perspiration on her foot. I then sucked each toe one by one. Licking in between every single little piggy.

The snoring stopped...and so did I.

She didn't awake, but she stopped snoring, so I went back to just massaging her soles. I massaged the foot that I had just slobbered all over, to the point that it dried off. I then went back to the other foot, which semmed neglected.

"Hey, you're good at that," Jenny said, groggily, as she awoke from her slumber. "You put me to sleep. Thank you very much." She said this as she pulled her feet away, and placed them back on the floor. She began to put her socks on.

"It's no problem. That's what friends are for, right? Besides, you have gorgeous feet anyway, so it's my pleasure." I decided to throw in the last part to see what she said. I liked to hear women talk about their feet.

"Oh, you're just being nice. I don't really like my feet. They have callouses on them from dancing."

"Nah' they're great." Jenny did have a callous or two, but believe me, that in no way took away from the beauty of her soles.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Jenny asked.

"Nothing, why?"

"Well, since you're all alone, why don't we go out to dinner, and maybe a movie?"

"Dinner and a movie sounds great," I said.

"Great. I'll pick you up at seven o'clock. Right now I have to go back to the studio. Regular class starts in forty five minutes." She said this as she finished zipping up her long, black boot.

"Okay, see ya'," I said as Jenny walked out the door. This was going to be great. Don't forget I was also seriously attracted to Jenny, other than just for her feet. She was a knockout. And I would be escorting her tonight. I was really excited.

Before Jenny left, she peeked her head around the corner and said, "Thanks again for the massage. It felt great."

So there I sat, the smell of Jenny's feet still fresh on my hands. I had done that day what I had been dreaming about for years. I pulled down my pants. My dick was as stiff as a board. I began jerking it. I heard Jenny start her car and pull away. I thought about turning the porno back on. It was still running on pay per view. But I knew that the only porno I needed was in my head. The memories of that day would never leave me. I jizzed all over myself, cleaned it up, and began to get ready for my date.