Here is the conclusion to my series. It was a lot of fun recounting these memories and reliving them as I wrote them. Thanks for following along.
We continued hooking up periodically over the next couple of months. For me it was great, I had a live in fuck buddy with no relationship commitment. However, like most good things, this was bound to end and once our lease expired Emily packed her things and moved out. A few weeks later I received a text message from Emily, asking that we set up a time to meet at the bank and remove her from the group account we had for the apartment with the other roommates.
The day arrived and I was a little nervous to actually see Emily again. That nervousness went away as I entered the bank and saw her already sitting there waiting for me, wearing a light jacket, jeans and wedge heeled shoes that I quickly realized were her wedge pumps she purchased shortly before moving out. They were a cute pair of shoes with a little ruffle near the toes that I had made a point of “christening” before Emily moved out with them. We chatted about how things were and Emily mentioned that she had gotten a place nearby and had adopted a cat to keep her company in the apartment.
We waited a few minute before we were called into an office to take care of the transaction. Emily was seated to my left and throughout the meeting I kept stealing glances down at her feet and shoes, knowing that she was an avid shoeplayer, but was disappointed to see she kept her feet firmly in her shoes. Occasionally I would catch her pop a heel out of a shoe but almost immediately slip it back on as if she caught herself doing something wrong. The meeting wrapped up and compared to our previous interactions that I’ve written about, I was quite disappointed that our last was going to end without any spectacle. In a bit of a panic, and desperately trying to lengthen our time together, I asked if I could see the new cat since she lived close by.
Emily seemed frustrated by the request but begrudgingly agreed. We walked a few short blocks to her new apartment. We entered into the living room and took seats on opposite ends of the couch, where the cat had been sleeping. Emily described how she liked having the cat around as company since she was living on her own now and said that the only down side to the cat was that was that she spent too much time playing with it and had a rather important presentation due at work tomorrow that she wasn’t quite finished with.
Realizing our time today was short, and not wanting this series of events to end in disappointment, I had to think of a reason to see Emily one more time. While she was distracted with her phone, I reached into my pocket and slipped out my wallet without her noticing and slid it into the couch cushions. This way I could text her tomorrow, tell her it must have fallen out of my pocket here, and hopefully catch her in a sexy outfit for her presentation tomorrow.
Tomorrow came and I waited until after she would have left for work to text her about my missing wallet. I offered to meet her at her apartment when she got home and would only be a minute. It may have been wishful thinking, but I kind of had the feeling that she had dressed and acted conservatively the day before to not reawaken old feelings, but now she was going to be stuck in whatever she wore to work when she planned on not seeing me today. She agreed to meet me but claimed that it probably wasn’t there.
I couldn’t wait for that afternoon to arrive and made sure I was at Emily’s building plenty early to see her arrive. As our agreed upon time approached, I was getting nervous with anticipation. Then I heard her before I even saw her, the click clack of heels on the sidewalk. As I turned to confirm my suspicion I had to actively try to keep my eyes from popping out of my head as I saw Emily walking towards in a red sleeveless dress and nude pumps. (Picture 6-002) There was hope that our last time together would be eventful. If I could just get one little peek up her dress I’d be happy, anything else would be a bonus.
I followed Emily into her apartment and made my way to the couch where I had been sitting yesterday as Emily put her things down and took a seat on the couch. I made sure not to go right for my wallet, but found it easily after some “looking” for it. As I looked at Emily, I was pleased to see her sitting on the couch facing me, and her legs crossed in a “figure four” with her outside foot on the floor and her other tucked behind her knee. The loose dress hung down between her spread thighs preventing any view there, but the top had shifted slightly exposing some of her bright red bra. (Picture 6-001)
I sat down and asked about her presentation, trying to make this visit last long enough to get a view. As she described her presentation I noticed that she began flexing her foot that was hanging off the couch, slowly working her heel free of the shoe. Unfortunately for her, gravity began to pull the heavy heel towards the floor and since her toes were pointed towards me, there wasn’t much she could do to keep it on. The shoe slipped from her toes and hit the floor with a loud clop. This set off a chain of events that actually occurred in a few seconds but seemed to happen in slow motion and last forever.
Emily stopped mid sentence and focused her attention on my eyes, which were glued to her bare foot. Emily followed my gaze down to her own barefoot and covered it with her hand as if embarrassed by her exposure to someone with a foot fetish, but also to rub her toes which must have been a sore from being in those shoes all day. She was too late however because the act of her losing her shoe and seeing her exposed foot had already caused quite a reaction in my pants. Realizing that I had already seen her bare foot, Emily must have decided to give in to comfort and lower her defenses as she began to shake her other pump off her foot on the floor. Once she freed her second foot, she leaned over and reached down to gather her empty pumps and place them together. What she didn’t realize was that as she leaned over the edge of the couch, she raised her inside leg to counterbalance herself and reaching down removed all the slack in her skirt that had been blocking my view before. I was now presented with an unobstructed view between Emily’s parted legs to discover she had actually been wearing a very sheer pair of pantyhose over a very sexy orange and white tiger stripe thong.
“Nice panties,” I said, causing Emily to snap back to an upright position and drive both hand down between her legs, replacing the skirt and covering herself. But as she looked at me, the bulge in my pants told her she had been defeated and you could see any fight she had left leave her body.
“Well now that you’ve seen that there’s no real point of being modest anymore, can you at least make yourself useful and massage my feet?” Emily asked as she stretched her feet out towards me. “These shoes have been killing me but I didn’t want to turn you on by taking them off.”
“That seems to have worked out well,” I replied as I turned towards her and took her foot into my hands. “Is that what you were trying to do yesterday too? “
“Yeah, I just wanted to get the paperwork done and go our separate ways, and that worked well yesterday, but I wasn’t planning on today. Those shoes were killing me; I’m surprised I kept them on for as long as I did, even with you here”
“Well I’m glad you did take them off,” I said as I finished massaging the first foot and placed it in my bulging lap and began massaging her second foot. “I’m sure the guys at work got quite a show.”
“I kicked these off as soon as I got to my desk and actually spent most of the day shoeless at my desk. I had a pair of flats I was going to wear home but they’re really loose and I play with them all the time and since you forgot your wallet and I was trying to be good, I had to wear these.”
“Trying to be good?” I asked.
“I’m trying to move on from ‘us’ and knew coming to meet you in a pair of flats I couldn’t keep on my feet wouldn’t help either of us. You know I have a foot fetish of my own.” I remembered from our relationship that when I confessed my foot fetish to Emily, she confessed that she had a fetish of her own, and thought feet were sexy and loved having attention paid to hers. She showed me several photography projects that focused on her feet. I thought I had died and gone to heaven at the time.
This memory reminded me that Emily was probably becoming just as aroused from me massaging her feet as I was massaging them. I slowly raised the foot I was massaging and began planting soft sensual kisses on her nylon covered toes. This motion also pulled the slack out of her dress and exposed her sexy panties to my viewing pleasure once again. As I brought my attention back to her big toe, I parted my lips and took her toe into my mouth, eliciting a small gasp from Emily.
I had been fully erect for a while, but now I could feel Emily’s other foot slowly rubbing me up and down through my pants. As I continued to feast on her foot, I reached down and released my cock to experience the full nylon sensation of Emily’s foot. She took the hint and pressed my cock back against my body and began rubbing her nylon covered foot up and down the underside of my erection.
I worked each of Emily’s remaining toes into my mouth until I was sucking on all five at once. I was still massaging the rest of her foot as well and the look on her face was one of pure enjoyment. I knew I had the green light to move things along, so I removed her foot from my mouth and grabbed both of Emily’s ankles and gave her a firm tug towards my end of the couch, positioning myself between her spread legs. I reached down to her pantyhose crotch to find that it was completely soaked; panties, hose and all. I took a firm hold of her nylons near the center seam and broke a small hole in the thin material. I stuck two fingers from each hand into the hole I just made and tore the crotch of Emily’s pantyhose completely open.
As I slid her skimpy thong to the side, I dove my face into her exposed pussy, licking up all of her juices as I went. Emily was moaning deeply as I licked her lips and clit and penetrated her with my tongue. I felt Emily wrap her pantyhose covered legs around my head and her moans became louder until she squeezed me between her things and squirted onto my tongue. Her whole body shook and she let out a scream as the orgasm took control of her body.
Before she had a chance to recover, I slipped her over onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind, eliciting another series of loud moans from her. I pushed her dress completely up to expose her pantyhose covered ass, which her small thong did nothing to cover. I tried to reach under her body and fondle her wonderful tits, but found that it was too difficult from our awkward position on her couch. I resigned to firmly grabbing her hips and giving each thrust my full strength. Emily’s moans turned into small screams with each thrust until I felt her body stiffen and a wave of liquid surround my cock as she reached another orgasm.
After her spasms subsided, I rolled Emily over onto her back and kneeled over her. I noticed that her dress had shifted quite a bit and there was a good amount of her bright red bra exposed, as well as one of her erect nipples peeking out above her bra. “Twice?” I asked, surprised she had cum multiple times so quickly.
“You really got me turned on playing with my feet earlier, and your cock fills me up,” she replied.
“Well then you should really like this next part,” I said as I placed her legs on my shoulders and reached down to guide myself into Emily’s very wet pussy. I entered her completely and built up a rhythm as I slowly leaned forward, stretching her legs towards her body. Her moans grew louder and louder as a penetrated her deeper and deeper while nearly folding her in half. Her tightness felt amazing as I reached into her further than I ever had before, and Emily had no problem vocalizing her approval either.
As I picked up the pace, I wrapped my arms around each of Emily’s legs and began massaging each leg as I turned my head to the side to take her foot back into my mouth. I could feel my erection grow even more as I was plunging into Emily, massaging her pantyhose legs, sucking her nylon covered toes and watching her large breast fall out of her top. Emily’s moans began to change to “Oh my God, Oh my God, OhmyGod, Oh God, Ohhhhhhh,” as a third orgasm swept through her body. This time her contractions down below put me over the edge and I could feel my climax quickly approaching. As I began thrusting harder and faster, I noticed that Emily was still shaking and screaming, apparently having one long and drawn out orgasm. I plunged deeply into her body one last time as my orgasm overtook my body.
As our combined shaking subsided, I collapsed back against the arm of the couch to catch my breath. Once I regained my bearings, I took in the sight spread before me on the couch. Emily’s legs were spread on each side of my body, her nylon covered feet darkened by my saliva. There were several long runs down the inside of each leg originating from the massive hole torn in the crotch of her pantyhose. Her thong had partially moved back into place, covering one lip but the edge becoming lodged in Emily’s slit, leaving her other lip and small landing strip exposed. Both her breasts had been exposed by the intense fucking that had just occurred, and both nipples appeared to be peeking out of her bra at me. Her hair was quite a mess, with pieces going in every direction, but I have never to this day seen a more satisfied, yet exhausted look on a person’s face. After taking in the view for a moment, I gathered my things and was on my way with a wonderful memory of our last encounter.
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