Ex-Girlfriend Chronicles

[thieph]

I've wanted to share a series of short stories involving myself and an ex-girlfriend from a while ago that I think the forum would enjoy. Instead of focusing on one particular event in one story, this is more of a series of short stories that happened over the course of a couple weeks and is even illustrated where possible with actual pictures. Hopefully this will be to the liking of most.

Some background. I dated Emily for a few years around the end of college. She was a few years younger than me, and knew of my fetishes for feet, shoeplay, tights and pantyhose She was on the shorter side, around 5’ 2,” brown hair, and petite with a great set of C cup tits, and wore a cute little size 6 shoe.

After I had graduated, we moved into an apartment with some friends. As time passed, we grew apart and ended our relationship on good terms late in the spring, which was good since we had to continue to live with each other. At first we spent most of our time giving each other space, but eventually got over the awkwardness and began our new relationship as friends.

From our relationship, Emily knew I liked her feet and shoes, letting me sniff, lick and suck her toes and feet on several occasions. And while I never gave specifics, she knew that I would occasionally use her shoes when I had “alone time.” You can imagine my surprise when she gave me permission to continue to borrow her shoes periodically when I needed to, despite our relationship ending. You better believe I made frequent trips to her closet when she was out, picked out a pair of tights from her basket of nylons or cute panties from their basket and find the shoes she had most recently worn. From here, things quickly progressed, and that is where I begin this short series of stories.


Part 1

I wake up one morning and head downstairs to find Emily sitting on the couch wearing her denim miniskirt with her legs pulled up and tucked underneath her. I’ve loved looking at her legs and I’ve seen up this skirt before on several unintentional occasions and I know she’ll be leaving for school soon, so I get a bowl of cereal for breakfast and join her on the couch. We watch whatever was on TV and make small talk, and I am quite impressed with how good of a job she is doing keeping her panties hidden from me. (Picture 1-001)

At some point she needed to get up to refill her water glass, and that was her undoing. Instead of moving both legs together, she first placed her left leg down and then followed quickly with the right, but not quick enough. Her short skirt just wasn’t long enough, and for the half second between moving each leg, I was treated to a quick peek at her teal American Eagle panties with blue stripes…that I had bought her while we had been dating! (Picture 1-002)

She came back and sat back down and quickly pulled her legs back up, offering another peek in the process. We continued talking and got on the subject of how she didn’t feel like going to class, and after some discussion, decided that she was going to take the day off. As our conversation and time on the couch was wrapping up, Emily placed her legs back on the floor and returned to a “normal” sitting position, again offering a quick peek at her teal panties in the process. This was good for me because sitting with her legs up had caused her skirt to ride up a bit, and now sitting with her legs together and not crossed kept her panties on display for a continuous view. This view lasted about 30 seconds as we cleaned up our breakfast items and went upstairs to e-mail her professors and decide what to do with our day.

Emily sat on her bed with her legs up and tucked under her once again as she e-mailed professors and replied to text messages, while I took a seat innocently enough at the foot of her bed. She seemed aware that her skirt was rather short and that I would have a pretty good view from my seat and did a pretty good job of keeping her computer or hand in her lap to prevent that. However, she didn’t seem overly concerned since she offered up a very nice view whenever she would reply to a text message or make a gesture with her hands during conversation. These intermittent views lasted for a good 5-10 minutes while I tried to take in as much as I could without being too obvious. (Picture 1-003)

Her next move came as a complete surprise to me when she suddenly asked, “Would you mind if I sit Indian style, it’s easier for me to type?” I tried to remain calm and gave a nonchalant, sure go ahead. I tried my best to pretend like I was looking away, but watched out of the corner of my eye as she swung her legs around and offered a brief yet amazing view of her panties and crotch. Just as quickly, her laptop was in her lap with the edge just overlapping the hem of her skirt, preventing any sort of view. But once the e-mails were complete, the laptop was removed and replaced with her hands grasping her cell phone. I could see glimpses of her panties around her hands, and on two occasions was treated to the unobstructed view of her crotch.

Our discussion got onto her classes and her future class schedule, at which point she got up to grab some course documents to continue our discussion. When she returned, she sat back on the bed with her feet tucked under her. Again, she placed her hands in her lap, aware that I would have a great view of any show, but again not so concerned that she didn’t remove her hands to gesture during conversation or reply to text messages. (Picture 1-004)

This position also had the added benefit of causing her already short skirt to ride up considerably during the course of our discussion. Our conversation continued as I did my best not to openly stare at the continuous view Emily offered of her teal panties. Then at one point, she half gets up and reaches down to get some more papers off the floor next to the bed (Picture 1-005) and she returns sit with her legs hanging off the bed, with her left ankle crossed behind her right. This did two things, it actually caused her skirt to ride up even more, and while it did slightly raise the leg between me and the view, it actually improved my view since the ankle crossing action was now slightly pulling her knees apart as opposed to pushing them together while sitting on them. This offered some great views when her hands were not in her lap.

I enjoyed the show as her hands seemed to spend less and less time in her lap. Emily seemed rather unaware of the show she was giving, despite seemingly trying to avoid. This led to what was probably the best part of the whole day. While stretching and rubbing the back of her neck, Emily looks down at her lap and finally notices just how high her skirt has ridden up. (Picture 1-006) I like to believe that her skirt had ridden up so far that she was actually able to see her own panties as she glanced down. Either way, after noticing the state of her skirt, she immediately looks up, as if to see if I have noticed her exposure, (Picture 1-007) while at the same time engaging in one of the sexiest skirt pull downs I can remember, which also demonstrated just how far up that skirt had gone. (Picture 1-008)

Soon after that, since she wasn’t going to school and had just let her skirt ride up almost to her waist, Emily decided to change into shorts to hang around the house for the rest of the day. I was a little bummed out, but also had a good morning full of views so I really couldn’t complain. Once Emily changed we went downstairs and onto the porch. Emily sat down and I sat perpendicular to her at the table. It wasn’t long before she was leaning over playing with a cat and hardly paying attention to me. What she didn’t realize is that her shirt was a little loose and gave a great view of her cleavage when she leaned over. These on and off views lasted for a good 20 minutes, each time exposing her soft tit, but to my disappointment, never quite gaping enough to expose her nipple. (Picture 1-009)

After spending some time outside, we decided to go upstairs and go through our utility bills for the apartment for the month. We met back on her bed where she sat down, leaned forward and began color coding purchases. Being the helpful guy I am, I just sat back and took in the view as her shirt once again fell away exposing her cleavage. (Picture 1-010) It was definitely a good day, but little did I know just how good things would get in the not too distant future.

[thieph]

A lot of the next couple days were spent replaying the denim skirt incident in my mind while jerking off. A few days later, Emily was wearing a light pink and dark pink striped cotton dress that came down to about her knee (Picture 2-001). It was nothing special or flashy, but given how I couldn’t get the other day out of my mind, I went to visit her in her room hoping to get another peek.

She came over and we took our familiar positions on her bed. However, this time Emily sat with right leg on the floor and her left foot tucked behind her right knee. She probably felt a little “safer” with the longer skirt, and still continued to keep her hands in her lap, pressing the stretchy material down and denying me the view I desired.

I was determined though, especially after the previous incident, and continued our conversation. Eventually, her dress started to slowly creep up her thighs, exposing more and more. Once again, her hands were kept busy with text messages and the rising dress eventually rewarded my patience with a small view of her pink spandex panties with orange dots (Picture 2-002).

Her fidgeting varied the size of the display, but it was a continuous view of her tight spandex panties hugging her tight little crotch. The view lasted for maybe 10 minutes before we moved on to other things, but Emily gave me one last treat. As she was getting up, she lifted her right leg up and spread it even wider to get it off and clear of her left foot, giving me a wide and unobstructed view of her crotch as she pushed herself up to a standing position. It wasn’t as long as the denim skirt incident, but it was more than enough for my spank bank having both incidents happen in such a short span of time.

[thieph]

The very next day Emily was wearing a pink flower print knee length skirt. It was an incredibly hot summer day, too hot to even jerk off during the day, so when she returned home in the afternoon I decided to see if I could add to the mental catalog for later that night. We took our usual spot on her bed and discussed our days. Emily sat with her legs off the bed, feet crossed at the ankles and resting on the floor…a pretty tame position for her given my last two experiences.

The hot weather was having an effect on Emily though, and as we talked she would slide the hem of her skirt up her legs or shake it up and down to produce some airflow and air herself out. These activities started out quite modest, not exposing too much leg, but the temperature eventually won out and she continued to slowly and unknowingly slide her skirt higher and higher until I was able to catch intermittent glimpses of her black spandex thong with red cherry print.

While the casual observer couldn’t tell it was a thong from Emily’ current position, I was quite familiar with this pair of her panties as they were one of the sexier pairs in her collection. I had used it many times to wrap my cock as I jerked off with my face buried in one of her shoes, inhaling her sweet aroma. As my thoughts returned to the present situation, I realized I was sporting quite the erection and quickly ended our conversation to relieve myself, despite the afternoon heat.

[HEINZ LEE]

Originally Posted by thieph

The very next day Emily was wearing a pink flower print knee length skirt. It was an incredibly hot summer day, too hot to even jerk off during the day, so when she returned home in the afternoon I decided to see if I could add to the mental catalog for later that night. We took our usual spot on her bed and discussed our days. Emily sat with her legs off the bed, feet crossed at the ankles and resting on the floor…a pretty tame position for her given my last two experiences.

The hot weather was having an effect on Emily though, and as we talked she would slide the hem of her skirt up her legs or shake it up and down to produce some airflow and air herself out. These activities started out quite modest, not exposing too much leg, but the temperature eventually won out and she continued to slowly and unknowingly slide her skirt higher and higher until I was able to catch intermittent glimpses of her black spandex thong with red cherry print.

While the casual observer couldn’t tell it was a thong from Emily’ current position, I was quite familiar with this pair of her panties as they were one of the sexier pairs in her collection. I had used it many times to wrap my cock as I jerked off with my face buried in one of her shoes, inhaling her sweet aroma. As my thoughts returned to the present situation, I realized I was sporting quite the erection and quickly ended our conversation to relieve myself, despite the afternoon heat.

i have the same fetishes for women's tender cute feet and legs as u do ..hahhhahh

[HEINZ LEE]

i also have fetishes for womens feet ,legs

[thieph]

I know it's been a while, but I've been busy with life and work and haven't been much in the mood to write. Luckily, things have calmed down a bit recently and I've resumed documenting my escapades with my ex, Emily. Here's the next installment.

After the airing out incident, things slowed down for a while and it wasn’t until the following week that Emily came to me asking for a ride someplace the upcoming weekend. I told her I’d be working the late shift the night before and to just wake me at a reasonable time when she was ready to leave on Saturday. With the lack of sightings over the previous week and a half, I decided I’d take it upon myself to spice things up a bit on Saturday morning.

Saturday morning I awoke to Emily sitting on the edge of my gently shaking my shoulder to wake me. I was curled up under a blanket with the air conditioner blasting and started a brief conversation with her about the upcoming day. I noticed that she was wearing a rather low cut v-neck t-shirt and her sexy bright red bra was visible as she leaned slightly forward during our chat. At one point I was even able to catch a glimpse of her areola and could feel my cock beginning to swell under the blankets. Even dressed casually in shorts and a v-neck t-shirt, Emily was turning me on, unknowingly making my intended plan even better than I imagined.

I slowly reached down and released my half hard on from my boxers under the blankets as we continued our conversation. I was laying on my side, facing Emily as she sat on the edge of my bed. I had originally been planning on pulling back the covers and pretending to not notice my cock had fallen out of my boxers during the night, but the addition of it now being semi rigid only made my plan more exciting. As our conversation began to wind down, and without breaking eye contact, I pulled back the covers to expose my “accidental” exposure.

I was actually kind of impressed with how long Emily maintained eye contact and our conversation. Obviously she was unaware that my dick was on full display, but I assumed the thought of me in just my boxers would attract her gaze sooner than it did. Eventually, female instincts won out and I watched as her gaze drifted down my body to what she thought would just be my boxers. At the same time I pretended to begin sitting up in bed, but secretly watched as she gazed down and her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw my exposed cock. She let her eyes linger just long enough to assure me she liked what she saw before she looked away and quickly got up, turning her back to me and pretending nothing had happened.

Wanting to draw just a little bit more attention to her embarrassment, I stammered “Oh, whoops,” and quickly adjusted myself to a more modest state. Emily took a moment to reach my door before turning around and asking what happened. I told her that my boxers had slipped open to which she replied, “I wish I had seen that,” bit her lip and walked out of my room. It was a huge turn on to know she had seen and briefly stared at my cock, but didn’t want me to know. I was excited to see where things would go from here.

[thieph]

A couple days later, I’m very happy to see Emily wearing very cute silver cotton dress that I’m quite fond of. The dress is pretty loose and flowy and about knee length, but my favorite part about this dress is the neckline. The top had thin spaghetti straps and while the neckline wasn’t low cut in the sense that it plunged deep between her boobs, it was cut very close to where the top of her bra would be. She would only ever wear this dress with a particular silver Victoria’s Secret bra. If you asked her she would say it was so the straps would match and not look too trashy. However, through our time dating I knew that this dress needed constant adjusting to keep her bra cups from peeking out, and that was the real reason she would only wear that matching bra with this dress.

We decided to watch a TV show together in her room and I was happy to see that she kept the silver dress on. We were both seated with our back against the headboard of the bed and our legs stretched out in front of us. This wasn’t the best position for a view but there wasn’t much I could do about it given that we were watching the TV.

During the commercials we would chat about our day and make other small talk about this and that. During one particular break, we somehow got on the topic of tickling and jokingly made a move towards each other’s sides to try to tickle the other one. We both had a competitive side, and neither of us wanted to be outdone, so one tickle soon turned into a full on wrestling match to pin and tickle each other. I let Emily believe she had a chance and would let her come close to gaining an advantage, but eventually I used my size and strength to get on top of her and pin her down. We ended up kind of sideways across the bed, Emily on her back with me on top of her pinning her down, and as I dug into her side to give the final tickle and declare my victory, Emily tried to wiggle away and ended up with her torso hanging off the edge of the bed.

I reached down and grabbed Emily by both wrists to pull her back onto the bed and asked if she gave up. As I pulled her back up I noticed a good portion of both bra cups peeking out from her dress, so when she said she did not give up, I gave her a push back off the side of the bed and tickled her some more resulting in more squirming. Again I stopped, grabbed both wrists and pulled Emily up to a sort of sitting position to ask again if she gave up. This time I noticed her dark areolas were visible above her bra, so when she again said no, I pushed her back over the edge of the bed and resumed tickling.

Wanting to move things along, I was really tickling her hard, causing a lot of squirming from Emily. All of our wrestling had caused her dress to slip up a little bit, but I had yet to see what panties she was wearing, so I used my intensified tickling as a cover to slowly hike her dress up more until I could see her bright red nylon panties between my legs. I left her dress hiked up with her pubic mound visible as I once again reached down to pull Emily back up. I couldn’t get her back up fast enough expecting a great view, and was happily rewarded when I could see both of her nipples sticking out above her silver bra and dress.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her exposed breasts. It had been months since we had dated and I had seen her like this. She was a petite girl, but had full C cup tits, and they looked wonderful poking out of her dress. I quickly achieved rock hard status as I continued to look at her boobs and it wasn’t long before my uninterrupted staring caused her to look down and notice her exposure. Emily let out a squeal, but hesitated just a moment to let me take in one last second of her exposed breast before pulling her top back up and laughing about the incident. As Emily was laughing about what had just happened, she looked down and said something to the effect of “Not my panties too.”

This drew my attention back down to her exposed lower half between my legs as I straddled her hips. Emily tried to pull her dress back down but was having difficulty with my legs on either side of her hips. I decided to playfully fight back, pushing her hands away and joking that “I liked the view” and “they were cute panties.” As I pushed her hands away, Emily kept fighting her way back to her dress in an attempt to pull it back down. The whole time, her arms and hands are brushing up against and bouncing off my clearly engorged cock through my shorts. Emily pretended not to notice and to only be concerned with pulling her skirt down, but there was no way she couldn’t feel it. Our wrestling began to intensify, and any progress Emily made was quickly lost to our squirming around on the bed. As I gained control of both her wrists, I pushed her back off the edge of the bed again and began to shake her up and down similar to the dunking motion of a tea bag.

There was no hiding it now; I was clearly trying to get her tits to pop out again, but since I had a firm grip on both of her wrists, there wasn’t anything Emily could do about it. It was pretty clear that while she put on the façade of caring that I could see her exposed, deep down she didn’t really mind as she began to laugh and joked that she was going to fall out of her dress again. I pulled her back up, and sure enough, both breasts were once again exposed in all their perky glory. This time however, I didn’t let go of her wrists and enjoyed the view for a moment before leaning down and wrapped my lips around Emily’s nipple.

As I did this, Emily let out a huge sigh of pleasure and I knew things were going my way tonight. I let go of her wrists to slip her dress and bra straps off her shoulders and release her large sized breasts completely. No sooner had I let go of her wrists, Emily’s hands made a straight shot for my crotch and began to rub my cock through my shorts. Emily slowly ran her hand up and down the length of my cock as I circled and teased her nipples with my tongue.

It wasn’t long before I could feel Emily begin to fumble with my belt. I reluctantly removed myself from her nipple and stood up next to the bed to undress myself. I removed my short exposing my cock standing at full mast and then pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it aside. When I went to rejoin Emily on the bed, I was pleased to see her gaze fixed on my fully erect cock.

I climbed back onto the bed and grabbed hold of Emily to swing her round so that she was laying the correct way on the bed. Given her petite frame this was pretty easy and I knew it turned her on to be handled like that. I then lowered myself onto her and locked my lips with hers. As we made out, I began to slowly grind against Emily’s crotch, enjoying the feeling of my cock against her nylon panties. As nice as that feeling was, all of the buildup over the past couple months made me want to get down to business. I lifted myself off of her and into a position to pull her panties down and threw them aside before resuming my position on top of her. Again, I slowly began to grind against her crotch, this time enjoying the sensation of her wetness on my cock. I reached down between us and positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly slid the length into her.

It took quite a bit of willpower not to blow my load on the first stroke as Emily’s incredible tightness hugged every contour of my cock. I began to slide out and then back in again as I picked up a (very slow) rhythm. Emily was moan with each thrust, thoroughly enjoying what I guessed by her tightness to be her first action since we stopped dating. I hadn’t gotten much action either aside from all my spank bank session fueled by encounters with Emily over the past few months and it wasn’t long before I felt myself getting ready to climax.

Not wanting our session to end too quickly, I rolled over onto the bed and told Emily to ride me. She quickly obliged, hopping on top of me and impaling herself on my cock. I knew with her on top I’d last longer so I was able to pick up the pace with her and meet her thrust, reaching as deep into her as I could. Being on the bottom also afforded me the view of Emily’s large breast, free of her dress and bra and bouncing vigorously as she rode me. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching each nipple and eliciting a scream from Emily. Her breathing became short and rapid and I knew she was about to cum. She picked up her pace, and I increased my intensity in meeting her thrusts.

Her small frame and light weight allowed me to get some distance off the bed as I thrusted upwards in time with her. As her individual moans turned into one continuous moan and her orgasm swept over her body, I gave one last powerful upwards thrust, this time lifting Emily’s knees off the bed, causing her to literally ride me. As I did this she screamed as a second orgasm coursed through her body.

Now it was my turn. I rolled Emily off of me and onto her back on the bed and arranged her legs so that when I leaned forward to enter her, they would be on my shoulders and she would be virtually folded in half beneath me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifted her hips off the bed and easily slipped back inside of her. I wasted no time and began thrusting hard and fast, slapping against her with each thrust. Within seconds I was ready to go and gave a couple more thrust before burying my cock as deep inside of her as I could and letting my orgasm take over.

[thieph]

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.