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At McDonald's

I felt hungry and prodded my car to the nearest McDonald's. I decided to enjoy my burger and fries at one of the tables inside rather than zip through the drive through and then head home. And thus began an erotic adventure the likes of which I've never experienced since....months of unbelievably kinky Heaven on Earth.

As I sat at one of the tables, grumbling to myself and munching McDonald's finest, a woman came in and ordered some food. She was just a tiny bit on the plump side....more like full bodied, but firm. Her hips were well shaped, forming what appeared to be a delightfully soft, round bottom that struggled playfully against her snug, mid-thigh length dress. I wouldn't call her waist trim, but she was nowhere near fat. She filled her tight black dress admirably, with curves in all the right places. Her hair was blonde and shiny. Her eyes were blue. Her feet clacked on the floor as she walked to a table in her black pumps. To complete her dark ensemble, she wore sheer, smoky colored stockings.

Other than admiring her briefly, I really didn't pay too much attention to her at first. As I said, I was fifty, and this woman, though attractive, appeared to be in her early sixties. I didn't notice the attractive woman sit at a booth to my right and slightly behind me. I continued to enjoy my dinner.

Now, I've had my foot fetish as far back as I can remember, and any man out there who shares this fetish knows one sound better than any other in the entire world...the sound of a woman's shoes clunking to the floor as she kicks them off to comfort her feet. Well, as I sat there chewing away, I heard that sound. Clunk....clunk, I heard....definitely the sound of two shoes dropping to the floor. Reflexively, I turned my head toward the sound. The woman had indeed removed her shoes and was sitting there with her stocking clad feet on top of her shoes. As she ate, her toes gripped the tops of the heels of the shoes and played with them, sliding them around under the table. Smiling, I watched her u*********sly shuffling the shoes around with her feet.

Apparently, I wasn't very discreet about watching. So, as luck would have it, the woman looked over at me, caught the trajectory of my stare, and looked down at her feet, curious if something was wrong under her table, no doubt. When I saw this, I came out of my trance and quickly turned my head back around to concentrate on my food. Behind me and to my right, I thought I heard very faint laughter...but prayed it was just my imagination.

After a while I heard several clunks, the shoe sound again but repeated over and over. Once again, my head instinctively swiveled around to look for the source of the sound. The woman was now lifting her shoes with her toes and dropping them on the floor under her table, repeatedly. Five, six, seven times she did this... and when I eventually looked up, I saw her looking directly at me....and smiling!

Immediately I snapped my head back forward and slumped down over my burger...embarrassed as hell. I felt an angry muscle spasm in my neck, no doubt from its having been so suddenly whipped around forward, and my right hand instantly shot up to begin rubbing the clenching knot. Even through the pain and rubbing, my only thought was a fervent hope that the woman didn't really know where I had been looking, or why. I prayed she didn't notice me looking at her feet...or that maybe she just thought I was attracted to the sound and looked only for that reason. My mind concocted all sorts of reasons she might think of as to why I was looking under her table...hopefully, anything other than the fact that I was ogling her feet.

After several minutes with no laughter or tossed insults from the woman, I felt safe again. My embarrassment waned and I felt secure enough to try a sneaky peek back at her feet. Before doing so, however, I decided to turn my head barely enough to strain my eyes to the right and see her face, to be sure her eyes weren't looking in my direction. When I saw that she appeared to be focusing once again on her meal, I felt secure enough to once again admire her feet. When I slowly aimed my dilated pupils downward, the scene was quite different. The woman was once again wearing her shoes....or rather I should say she was wearing her left shoe. Her legs were now crossed, right over left, and her right shoe was dangling hypnotically from the end of her toes. It was almost as if that shoe dangled from the very tip of the toenail of her great toe. I was amazed it could remain dangling at all, and not fall with a clatter (or clunk) to the floor. It seemed to defy the laws of gravity and physics.

Alas...it couldn't defy gravity forever. I watched as the shoe, seemingly in slow motion, finally released its tenuous grip on the tip of that toe and fell to the floor. So mesmerized was I that I never heard the clunk this time. I simply stared in awe at the gorgeous, stocking covered toes that had just dismissed the shoe. The stocking was so sheer that even where it was reinforced at the heel and toes I could easily see through it...an almost nonexistent, delightfully gossamer shading of her pretty foot. And joining that reinforced toe and heel of the stocking was a reinforced strip, maybe a half inch wide, that ran from toes to heel, directly down the middle of the sole. My eyes feasted on that hose in such minute detail that it seemed I could pick out every single criss- cross of the nylon weave, and my vision could burrow between them to the soft flesh beneath. Sexy stockings for a very sexy foot, I thought. And just as I could feel my face smiling, a cold chill ran down my spine. I realized, shuddering, that I'd once again been staring. Fear of being caught sent dribbles of sweat down my back and neck. Afraid to make even the slightest movement, I took a deep breath and prepared to slowly turn around to once again face my burger. My hope was that a lack of sudden movement on my part would prevent the woman's eyes from being drawn in my direction, and I could avoid any embarrassing attention.

This time the light laughter was unmistakably clear. I was frozen, still admiring that lovely foot, afraid to look up....afraid to even move. I had no clue what to do next. And then those nylon-covered toes started wiggling and stretching and flexing. That attractive foot became very animated, rotating slowly at the ankles, toes wriggling, sole extending and flexing. I watched that sole smooth out completely under the nylon, and then wrinkle erotically along with the nylon as the foot danced and frolicked... candy for my admiring eyes. The pounding boner in my shorts wanted me to keep looking, even though I knew in my heart I'd been found out. I was caught in a scary yet exciting dilemma... somewhere between the fear of being discovered as a lover of women's feet (and thereby possibly branded as a pervert) and the excitement of having a woman actually know that I was turned on by her feet.

Finally, my head still bent downward, I rolled my eyes up....hoping the woman would be concentrating on her meal and not have the slightest clue that I had once again been indiscreet. No such luck. She was sitting back against the padded back rest of the booth, her arms folded across her chest, and looking directly at me. Again her lips formed a smile on her pale face. Her blue eyes twinkled with a kind of mischievous glimmer. As I looked at those eyes, she once again chuckled.

"You like my feet?" she asked bluntly, without batting an eye.

"Excuse me?" I mumbled, still trying to feign innocence, though I stammered even those two simple words. My heart was pounding like a bass drum inside my chest. Even through the blood rushing in my ears that response sounded lame. But, caught by surprise like that, and once again embarrassed, my brain couldn't come up with anything else. In fact, under the circumstances, I do believe I was fortunate to manage that much, without swallowing my tongue.

"Or maybe it's my stockings you like?" she continued.

"I ...um....I'm not sure...I don't understand what you're....." I babbled.

"Really?" she interrupted, a cocky grin permeating her face, "well, maybe it's just me, but I could swear you've been staring at my feet ever since I took my shoes off."

A jolt of electricity shot through me when she said that, and my hormone strangled brain snapped awake. Quickly I looked all around the dining area to see how many people had heard her statement, and how many of them were laughing their asses off at me. Luckily, I only saw two other occupied tables, neither in the immediate vicinity. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that my secret was still safe. Now I had to come up with some way to cover things up, so that the woman stopped talking about it. Again....no such luck.

"Ma'am.....look....I wasn't....." I began.

"Oh, come on now," she laughed, "one thing I can always tell is when a man is looking at me. I can tell exactly what a man's looking at when he looks at me, too." After a brief pause, during which I again fumbled for excuses, she finished her point. "And you, Mister, were looking directly at my feet. Don't even try to deny it." She laughed again - almost a giddy laugh - and wiggled her toes emphatically.

I gave up. We both knew I'd been snagged. All I could do now was apologize. "Look, ma'am, I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. I..."

"Oh, no need to apologize...just admit you were admiring my feet."

"I...well...um....okay...yeah, I suppose I was looking at them, a little."

"A little?!" Again she laughed. "A little would be a quick glance and then looking away. What you were doing, Mister, was out and out ogling. I don't think your eyes missed a single inch of my right foot here. I'm surprised you didn't drool on yourself." She wiggled it teasingly, once again. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my utter embarrassment and discomfiture.

"Um...please, ma'am," I fumbled, "again....I really do apologize."

She sighed and seemed to look me over. I thought maybe the conversation, and the entire incident, was over. I started to turn around sheepishly to return to my dinner. I was still both embarrassed and excited.

"You didn't answer me," came that insistent voice from behind.

I turned toward her again. "Excuse me? Answer what?" I only wanted the embarrassing conversation to end.

"I asked you if you like my feet. And don't give me any bull about you not really noticing them that much, or only looking at them 'a little'. Let's both accept that your eyes were locked on my feet and move on, shall we? Now...do you like my feet?"

"Yes....they're beautiful." I couldn't believe I said that, and I felt like a complete idiot. As soon as I said it, I prepared for her peals of laughter and a string of derogatory remarks. They never came.

"Well, that's better. I much prefer honesty. Thank you.....um.....what's your name, hon?"

"Micha.....my name's Micha, ma'am."

"Hello, Micha.....my name's Janice. Nice to meet you."

"NIce to meet you, too, Janice," I replied, still wanting to crawl into the nearest hole.

"Now, Micha....let me ask you that other question again...."

This time I interrupted her. "Um...ma'am....this is embarrassing..."

"Oh," she said, looking around the dining area, noticing that more people were beginning to wander in, " I understand. Well, come over here and sit with me, and we can talk lower so no one will hear." She pointed to the other side of the booth, the seat across from her, and then uncrossed her legs and sat facing that seat squarely.

I was afraid if I didn't sit with her, she might continue talking out loud, and embarrass me again, so I got up and shuffled over to her booth. I left what remained of my burger and fries at my table, taking only my soda with me. Standing next to her table, one hand holding my soda and the other crammed into my pants pocket,I looked down at her and fidgeted.

"Well," she said, pointing to the seat again, "sit." Then she quickly added, "Oh, but before you do, would you mind picking up my shoe for me?" With slow, trancelike movements, I did so. As I bent to pick it up, I couldn't control my wandering eyes, which swept a quick glance under the table to again admire her feet, and her obviously shapely calves. This, of course, elicited yet another giggle from her. Blushing again, I handed her her shoe. Playfully, she held it under the table, then dropped it with a "clunk" onto the floor at her feet. She smiled as she saw my reaction to the sound it made.

I sat, but I felt a bit awkward, and continued to fidget. Janice didn't seem to notice. She just trudged boldly onward. "So now," she said in a somewhat lower volume, "is it my feet you like or the stockings?" She sat with her elbows on the table and her chin resting in the palms of her hands, smiling broadly. Clearly, she was enjoying herself immensely.

I felt my face flush hotly as I answered, "Well....both."

"I can see this is going to be like pulling teeth," she sighed, and then plowed boldly ahead, "Do you think my feet are sexy? Or, do you think my feet are okay, but sexy in the stockings? It's an important distinction."

I couldn't believe I was having this discussion! I was turned on that this woman seemed to accept my fetish, for whatever reasons, and was openly talking with me about it!

"I think your feet are beautiful....very shapely and sexy. The stockings enhance that, but it's your feet that I like most." My face felt red hot, and hotter with each word I shakily uttered.

"Mmmm......good answer. So, then, what's so sexy about my feet? What do you like about them? Do you get turned on looking at them?" She seemed eager to know what attracted me to her feet, and her eagerness and openness was slowly easing my embarrassment.

"Well, yes, your feet...well...they do turn me on. Every inch of them is so....sensuous....and they're so....well....expressive....playful....sexy. And..."

"Wait," she again interrupted. There was a brief pause, at which time I felt a thump on my thighs. Looking down, I saw those two stockinged feet wiggling happily in my lap. "While we talk, you wouldn't mind massaging my feet for me, would you? They've been trapped in those heels all day and could use a nice rub. So go ahead and rub them while you tell me what it is you like most about them. And what do you mean my feet are expressive? That's an intriguing statement, to say the least."

"Well," I said, looking down at her wiggling toes, deciding to focus on the first part of her question first, "your feet have a really nice shape. You have a beautiful high arch, and your toes are nice and even, and you've painted your toe nails really nice."

"My, my.....it's nice that my feet are so... 'nice' " she laughed, then added, "I'm sorry. Go on. Anything else that gets you hot when you admire my feet?"

"Well, your toes look soft and kis....well, smooth....not boney like some women's' toes."

"Really? Thank you. But what were you really going to say? You started to say something, then stopped."

"Nothing," I lied, "I just wanted to say your toes look soft and smooth, that's all."

"Micha, honey, I told you before, you can't fool me. I know you were going to say something else. I have a good idea what it is, but I want to hear you say it. Just like I wanted you to admit that you like my feet, I also want you to admit this. Now...what were you going to say? My toes look soft and ...what? Don't be embarrassed....I thought we were past that now."

I looked into her beaming face. Even though she smiled pleasantly, I still felt like I'd been snared in a net, and was about to be trussed up all nice and neat. Spurred on by hormones, I bumbled my way to that net willingly. Looking down at the table, I answered her, "Well, I was going to say that your toes look soft and ....well....kissable."

"Oh...my...that sounds so delicious. My toes are kissable? I like that. Yes, I like that a lot. My, that's a wonderful thought. Mmmm... and what about the rest of my foot... not so kissable?"

"Oh, no," I sealed my fate, "not at all....every beautiful inch of your foot is kissable....I just meant...well your toes are just so playful...so....expressive...."

"Ahhh," she smiled, "there's that word again. I like that, and yet I don't even know what you mean. So, what do you mean?"

"Well," I fumbled for the right words, "you move your feet so...playfully...like they're having fun teasing me or something. Your feet seem to be an extension of your own personality... or maybe they have their own... I don't know...mischievous? personality. Guess I'm not making much sense, am I?" I fidgeted again, sighing and feeling utterly lost, unable to communicate that I found her feet not only beautiful, but seductive... enticing.

"On the contrary...you're making perfect sense to me... but, I am disappointed in something."

"What's that?" I asked, somehow feeling desperate to please her.

"Well, my beautiful, expressive feet have been wiggling in your lap, eagerly awaiting their massage, for a while now...and no massage has been forthcoming. Are you going to rub them for me or not?"

I blushed a bright crimson again, and tried to fumble for the words to apologize, but she cut me off.

"Oh, now, Micha...no harm done. I understand. I'm just such a wonderful person to be with, and all...so interesting and spellbinding. But I do want my feet rubbed while we talk, so....if you wouldn't mind?"

Still blushing, I started massaging her feet. She smiled and closed her eyes, her chin still resting in the palms of her hands. "Mmm....very nice, Micha. You have strong, soothing hands. Don't stop, whatever you do. Make my tired, achy feet feel so, so good."

"Well," I felt the need to tell her I could do better for her, "I could rub them better if you weren't wearing stockings. I mean, I could knead your soles and toes better if they were bare....but I'll do my best."

"You're doing quite nicely," she assured me, and then added, "but I'll keep that point in mind for later."

"Later?" I asked.

"Yes, later....when I take my stockings off and let you rub my feet all over again. That'll feel even better, I'm sure, but this'll do just fine for now."

I started to sweat all over. I looked at her with my jaw gaping open, but I couldn't talk. "Well, you would like to massage my bare feet, wouldn't you? Those nice, even, soft.....kissable toes?" I thought I'd faint. My head started swimming. And Janice didn't let up for a second.

"Who knows?" she said, "maybe you'll get to kiss those kissable toes, or maybe even every beautiful inch of my feet...since you claim every inch of them is kissable, not just my toes." Then she leaned as far forward as she could, almost leering at me as she asked, "You would like to kiss my feet, wouldn't you, Micha?"

I looked around, sweat pouring from parts of me I didn't even know could sweat. Janice noticed that I was uncomfortable, and she seemed to come to an instant decision. She pulled her feet from my hands without warning, and I could hear her shoes scr****g along the floor as she moved them around trying to get her feet into them. When Janice's flurry of sudden motion came to a halt, she slid out of the booth and stood up, smoothing out her dress. She looked down at my startled, and disappointed, face.

"It's getting crowded in here," she said, "no privacy. Come out to my car with me and we can talk more openly. And I can remove my stockings so you can massage my feet more thoroughly." She turned without waiting for an answer, and her heels began to clack on the tiled floor again. About ten feet away from me, she realized I wasn't with her. She stopped, turned and looked at me with a grin that made me get extremely excited. She cocked her head to one side and her dark eyes twinkled as her lush, red lips said, "You coming, Micha?"

Part 2

Without a word, my head swimming in a hazy cloud, I followed her like a puppy dog out to her car. When we reached her car, she unlocked the passenger side. She turned to me, came up close to me, her face not more than a foot from mine, and whispered while stroking my cheek with her finger, "You really want my feet, don't you, Micha? I'll bet," she began to whisper in a sultry, teasing voice, "that you'd just love to see my pretty feet up nice and close, wouldn't you?"

I looked down at the ground shyly, but she lifted my head back up by the chin with her finger. With a look that made me sweat all over again, she said, "Micha, you like my feet. There's nothing wrong with that. Actually, I'd say you have very good taste. I take very good care of my feet. And I like that you like them so much....I like it a lot. In fact, I'm getting very, very hot thinking of all the things I might be able to get you to do for my feet. But I want you to be clear on something. I like to be the one calling the shots. I like men to please me....and I get the definite impression that you could please me in a lot of ways. But, first, I want you to make my feet feel really good...not just by massaging them. I want you to make them feel loved, worshipped, adored....every inch of them, in a whole host of ways. I like that you think my feet are kissable...because I can't think of anything more delicious than having you kiss my feet."

She looked into my eyes...and through them to my soul, to who and what I was, and still am. Then, she asked bluntly, "Micha, I want a nice, younger foot man to play with. I've been looking for one for a long time. How would you like to be my foot man? How would you like to massage my feet for me and make them feel nice and comfy? And then pucker those lips and kiss them all over for hours at a time? Do you think you'd like to please me like that...and then later in other ways I might come up with? Wouldn't it be fun to be my foot man?" The words, and her smile, gave me an instant erection. And at that age, I was always guided by my erections.

I couldn't believe I was hearing any of it. I had to be hallucinating, I thought... or this was yet another in a long series of wet dreams. I could barely breathe, but I forced the words from my mouth, the only words my brain would let me come up with. I was scarcely able to get my voice above a whisper as I said to her, "I....God... yes... definitely, Janice... I'd....I'd love to be your... foot man."

She kissed me on the lips, gently, and turned to open the passenger side door. She held it open for me, waved with her hand for me to enter, and I did. I sat, nearly hyperventilating, and waited for Janice to go around the other side and get in. When she did, I could only stare at her in awe. I was so worked up, I thought I could smell the heat and sensuality of her body as she sat in the driver's seat and turned toward me.

"I opened the door for you this time, because you looked like you might pass out," she said with a chuckle, "but from now on I expect you to be the perfect gentleman and always hold doors open for me. I like being treated with respect at all times."

Since I was still barely able to breathe, much less reply, she just looked at me and smiled. She knew that from then on I'd always be opening and holding doors for her. I knew it, too. There wasn't any question, even in my muddled mind.

"Well," she said with a loud sigh, "shall we begin?" She looked at me, waiting for a reply.

"Sure," I said, "whatever you like."

"Mmmm...that's it, exactly...whatever I like. I think you'll do just fine, Micha."

"Thank you, Janice," I replied with a smile, every inch of my body trembling.

"Great," she said, leaning back against the door and plopping her feet up on my lap again, "then take off my shoes and start kissing my feet. Kiss them really sensually, tenderly and romantically...then work your way up slowly to hot, passionate kisses. Show me how thoroughly you can adore my feet. Worship my feet as if... oh, as if I was royalty. No! Wait... worship them as if I was a true Goddess! Yes, do that. Make me feel like a Goddess! Can you do that, Micha?" I could only nod, looking stupid and fawning. But Janice seemed to like that look.

She held one wiggling foot up in front of my face. I slipped the black high heel off it slowly, wanting to savor the sight of that foot being slowly unveiled. When I saw that stretching, wriggling foot in front of my adoring eyes I hesitated for just a second to say, "But...I thought you wanted to take off your stockings."

"Oh, not just yet....I want to feel you kissing my stockinged feet first. I'll take them off later. I want you to get used to doing both. I think my feet should be admired...worshipped...no matter how they're presented to you. Don't you agree?"

"Yes...I definitely agree. Your feet are fantastic either way."

"Thank you, Micha.....or should I say, 'foot man'?" She laughed a short, quick burst of laughter, and then added breathlessly, "You can start kissing any time now."

She folded her arms across her chest again, leaning against the door and side window, an expectant smile crossing her lips. Her eyes got wide and her smile filled her face as she anticipated her coming worship. She almost seemed to be panting with excitement... and that in turn fueled my own excitement as I looked at that luscious, nylon-covered foot. I pulled her foot closer to my face, feeling warmth radiate off of it. My brain melted into mush and I leaned forward toward that warm, soft, nylon-encased foot. And with a soft sigh, I had my very first taste of Janice's feet.... It was a taste, a flavor, that I would become instantly addicted to, and remain so until this very day. And a brand new foot man was born, mouth moving quietly and reverently on Janice's foot, and my soul sinking headlong into Janice's world of personal pleasure and pampering.

When Janice's warm stockinged foot made contact with my lips, it's erotic scent washed over me, meandering lazily into my panting nostrils. I became instantly weak, slumping sideways against the back of the seat. In a moment of lust, my fingers that had been gently holding her foot by the heel, slipped upward and grabbed her lower calf just above her ankles and pulled the warm toes firmly against my face just below my nose. To make sure those toes stayed put, the palm and fingers of my other hand encircled her instep and pulled that foot even more tightly to me, squashing the underside of her toes against nostrils that flared in their excitement.

Nuzzling my face into her sole, my mind reeled. I sat there powerless, eyes glazed. Electricity crackled throughout my body, but still couldn't manage to give strength to anything but my penis, which twitched and grew, causing my pants to become extremely confining in an amazingly short time.

"Well, it's not exactly kissing," she said finally, "but I have to admit it makes me hot watching you kissing my foot with such apparent desire. And I also must say that I've never had anyone kiss my feet before, but seeing that glaze come over your eyes while you did was unbelievable. I've never seen such pure ecstasy on a man's face in my life, least of all for my feet. What is it you felt while you were kissing my foot?"

I couldn't believe it. I could barely string together two coherent thoughts with those sweet toes in my face, and Janice wanted me to actually think! But, Janice wasn't one to disappoint. I knew that if I did, I might never have that foot....or any part of her...anywhere near me again. So, I forced my brain to work..though I refused to let that foot move from it's place above my quivering lips. And since I wouldn't let go of that foot, I ended up speaking directly into the sole of it. My warm breath seemed to tickle her foot as I spoke, and her sole wriggled and wrinkled.

"What do I feel?" Pressing the base of her toes once again to my nose before continuing my reply. "Wow...Janice...I can't begin to describe it. Your foot...the stocking....it's....I can't....it's just incredible...I mean....so....God, so addictive....delicious. It's like it fills a void in me...like, I'd be lost without it. I don't ever want to stop kissing your foot. I couldn't bear it if you made me stop.." I felt like a babbling, blithering idiot.

Janice's laugh was equal parts nervous energy and unparalleled joy, a short burst that from anyone else would've sounded like the laugh of a wicked witch, but coming from Janice it sounded to me like the sweet tinkling of wind chimes. Oh, yeah...I had it bad. I saw what was coming, but didn't have the strength to deny Janice or her luscious feet anything she, or they, wanted.

"I didn't say I was going to make you stop kissing my foot, Micha. I just want to know what you feel....other than that rather nice bulge in your pants, that is. So, tell me....what do you feel, in your mind, your heart...when you kiss my foot? Does it excite you more than anything you've ever experienced before? Does your heart race? Does it make you want to get right down on your knees and swear an oath of obedience and loyalty to me? Tell me...I want to know."

Her eyes were ablaze with lust, desire...and power. They seared hotly into me, waiting for my reply. Finally able to focus a bit, my mouth began working, but my answer croaked out as a weak whisper. "Yes," I said.

"Yes, what, Micha?" she laughed, thinking my mind was just so much mush.

"Yes...all of the above...all the things you said," I sighed, gazing at her toes like a schoolboy with a crush.

"Could you be more specific, and say it in your own words, please?" She was still giggling at me, loving the effect she was having on me.

"Well...It's like....It's like....Heaven.....I know that sounds stupid....but it's true. I feel like I've died and gone straight to Heaven. Don't laugh...I just mean it's so.....so sexy....such a wonderful aroma...your feet so warm and soft....such a beautiful all around sensation .....so....I don't know. God, I could kiss your feet all night. I feel like I must be one of the luckiest men on the planet....so honored that you're actually letting me enjoy your beautiful feet like this."

"Oh, but before those lips of yours start worshipping my feet, I want you to know that I liked what you said very much...the part about you feeling honored to experience my feet. And about how lucky you are. I'm very happy you feel that way, because I've always felt a man should feel lucky and honored to worship my feet. You just scored some very high points with those statements. Now, that having been said, do be a dear and totally adore my feet." She wiggled her toes energetically under my nose and grinned widely. She snickered and teased, saying "C'mon, hon...kiss kiss!"

I moved her foot far enough away that I could press those toes against my lips and begin kissing them.

I did exactly as Janice wanted. I started with soft, sensual kisses...adoring, romantic pressing of my lips over every inch of her foot. I glided my lips over every part of her foot, sometimes pressing puckered lips against nylon, other times - lost in the eroticism of it - open mouthed and panting, but always keeping my kisses sensual and romantic. The few times I looked up at Janice's face, she was either still grinning or she was sighing with her eyes closed, but still smiling.

I slowly increased the fervor of my kisses, just as Janice asked me to. Oblivious to the passage of time, my kissing of her foot became more erotic...more passionate. Pressing my lips firmly into her stocking covered foot, I began kissing it as if it were a lover...mouth open, tongue active. I had never tasted nylon before, but found the taste much to my liking...especially since it encased such an incredible foot. I became lost in pleasing Janice, and ended up kissing that foot with such passion that I was panting as I did so. I pressed my lips into it with such force that they tingled from the friction of the nylon....and this, too, I found delicious. But, I so longed to savor Janice's warm, soft, naked foot. Still, I didn't dare interrupt Janice's pleasure. She was clearly enjoying every kiss, every sign of worship.

I was trembling all over, lost in adoring Janice. I could feel sweat dribbling from my forehead. My penis was thoroughly engorged and throbbing madly. My passionate mouth devoured her succulent foot, moving at a dizzying pace over every nook and cranny of it. I even tried to spread her toes in the clinging nylon to kiss between them...and was rather proud of myself when I managed quite nicely to do just that. I found that by pressing the nylon down between her toes with my fingers, and then moving one toe forward and one back, I could actually kiss the inside of each toe if I squeezed my lips in there tightly. Where there's a will, there's a way, I guess. I even thought I saw admiration for my hard work in Janice's eyes. Her approval, it seemed, was coming to mean more and more to me.

When she finally stopped me, I was panting and my heart was booming in my chest. I didn't stop at first, lost in the moment, but Janice became insistent. When her raised voice didn't break my worshipful trance, she pulled her foot out of my hands, taking me by surprise, startling me. I looked at her like a deer mesmerized by headlights....lost, confused...and extremely disappointed. When she saw the little man lost look in my face, her voice softened, becoming almost motherly.

"My," she said, sighing, placing her ravaged foot in my lap, "you really do like my feet!"

"I'm sorry..." I said sheepishly, "but you said you wanted me to kiss your feet passionately...."

"Oh, no...Micha, I'm not disappointed at all. You were fantastic. I loved your passionate kisses...really...though I admit I also enjoyed watching you kiss my feet romantically...so adoringly....that was very erotic. Still, the passionate kisses did get me all nice and wet. I loved both...really....and I plan on having you do all of that over again on my other foot. I just had to stop you because if I didn't I was going to get so horny I'd have to have you service some part of me other than my feet!"

Part 3

When she said that, her hands went down to her lap, her balled fists pressing firmly into the area where her dress slipped between her legs. Just the thought of what the inside of her dress was pressing against made my erection throb that much harder. And the mere hint of her needing me to "service" that other part of her made my confined crotch extremely uncomfortable.

Janice got that motherly look again. She smiled and cooed and she leaned forward to take my hands in hers. Holding my hands firmly, keeping me from pulling them back or moving them at all, she got that wicked smile on her face again, but still played the soothing mom.

"Oh, my poor baby...I've gone and disappointed you. I've taken my beautiful, pretty-kissing foot away from you, haven't I? Well, don't worry...you'll get to kiss it again...many times, in fact. But right now, if you keep kissing it so passionately, I'm going to need your lips kissing something else...something soft and pink and wet....so I'm going to need some time to calm down. I need to relax before you worship my other foot. So what I want you to do is just sit there and let me relax, okay, Micha?"

I was still panting, myself, and I was slightly frustrated by the activity going on at my groin. I honestly felt like I could've had an orgasm if I'd gone on kissing her foot much longer. I wanted to have that orgasm, too, so this relaxation idea was not where I'd hoped to go. But, it was what Janice wanted. And, after all...what else mattered?

"Sure," I squeezed through frustration-gritted teeth, "whatever you say, Janice."

"Mmm...yes...exactly. Good. Now, then, just sit back with your head against the window."

I knew she was planning something, but I also knew I had no choice in the matter. So I leaned back, putting my head against the window as she wanted.

"Perfect," she said, "and now I'm going to relax by giving myself a little soothing foot massage. I'm going to hold onto your hands so I'll have some leverage when I stretch out my legs, and while I'm enjoying my massage. You have a nice, strong chin, and I'd like to use it to massage my feet. I want you to just sit there while I do that. I think that'll be just so soothing...and like I said I need to defuse the situation going on between my legs before it gets out of hand. This should accomplish that nicely. Now, you can close your eyes if you like, or you can watch my sexy feet rubbing themselves all over your chin...that's up to you. You can even nap if you like. I'll wake you when I'm done."

Without another word, Janice pushed her shoeless foot against my chest to make sure I was firmly against the door of the car. I glanced upward along her calf and thigh and when my eyes peered over her knee and saw her face, it was again occupied by an evil grin.

"We never got as far as taking off my other shoe, did we?" she grinned, "But since I'm holding your hands, I guess I'll have to do it myself, won't I?" Janice knew exactly what she was doing....which was once again finding a way to drive me insane...to tease my already addicted brain into a total state of submission. And that she did, quite flawlessly.

Still holding my hands down at my sides, Janice lifted the leg that still had a black high heel clinging to its foot. Teasing...she held that foot directly in front of my eyes, rotating it slowly before them, letting the back of the shoe slip ever so slightly off the heel of her foot. Flexing her foot, she made the shoe move away from her heel, then back again...over and over. Just by moving her foot, she got the heel of the shoe to slip on and off her foot, directly in front of my eyes. Then, she slowly raised her other foot, brought it alongside the first, wiggling and flexing it for my benefit. Both feet, the one clad only in nylon, and the one teasingly trying to escape its shoe, played mercilessly alongside one another not more than four inches from my glazed stare.

Janice stopped watching my drooling eyes only long enough to glance between my legs. Pleased with what she saw there, she returned to tormenting me. Her nyloned toes stretched and curled slowly as she moved them back and down, positioning them behind the heel of her shoe. She pressed her toes against it, lightly at first, and pushed the shoe slowly down off of her stockinged heel. She did this with agonizing slowness, so I could clearly see the unveiling of her foot millimeter by millimeter. Once the heel of the shoe had cleared the heel of her foot, she used her toes to even more slowly push the shoe forward until her toes popped free of the insole of the shoe. She allowed it dangle tantalizingly from the tips of her toes for about thirty seconds or so. Then, she curled her toes downward, so that the shoe dropped from her foot and thumped against my heaving chest. I never even felt that shoe hit my chest, and where it went from there I neither knew nor cared. My eyes, my brain, my heart and my soul were focused on those soft, silken, lusciously brazen feet.

"Mmmm....oh, yes...that feels so much better," she said softly, her words sticky sweet. For a few minutes she stretched and wiggled her feet in front of my face, rubbing them together, pretending to do this to soothe them. But, we both knew she was only torturing me yet again. I stared at her writhing feet, barely able to breathe, completely unable to move my eyes from them, my racing pulse pounding in my temples. My mouth became dry and I had trouble swallowing, but my eyes feasted on her sweet, nyloned soles and evil, tempting toes.

"Mmmm...and now," her words brought me back from my ogling void, "it's time for my relaxing massage."

Without another word, with a grin on her face, and with her toes splayed wide and her soles flexed backward, she simply pushed her feet into my face. Once there, she pressed them hard against my cheeks, digging her toes into the flesh just below my eyes. She rubbed her soles hard into my face, moving her feet all around, kneading them into my face continuously, like a cat rooting around with its paws on a pillow trying to find the most comfortable place to nap. I could feel my face contorting under her boldly mashing feet. All throughout this ritual, Janice sighed and cooed, making sure I knew how much fun this was for her.

"Oh, my," she teased, "now this is going to feel just fine. This will be my best foot massage ever."

After playing with my face for as long as it amused her, Janice brought her feet down to my chin and jaw line. She rubbed her soles hard along the edge of my jaw, forcing my head back against the window. All I could do was watch her soles slide up and down as they rubbed themselves against my jaw and chin. Up and down, up and down, went those silken soles. Again and again my eyes followed those reinforced toes and center strips, watching them glide along slowly as Janice availed herself of the soothing qualities of my face. I again had no idea how long she did this, but it was quite some time. She also used my jaw as a kind of toe exerciser...gripping my jaw with the undersides of her toes and then pushing upward on the bottom of my chin to stretch her toes backward. She apparently enjoyed all of this very much. And I have to admit, having her do this to me was decadently enjoyable. I was experiencing Janice's feet up close and personal. Their scent was still intoxicating, and the sensation of the warmed nylon caressing my face and neck was pure Heaven. After watching Janice play with my face for some time, I closed my eyes and enjoyed all the deliciously erotic sensations. Not only were those sensations erotic, but soothing for me as well. To Janice's unending pleasure, she noticed my sighs of contentment as her soles had their way with me. The pup tent in my groin remained hard and throbbing throughout.

Suddenly, the sensations stopped. Once again Janice had taken her wonderful feet from me. I bent my head down to look at her, feeling the relaxing tendons in my neck groan their disagreement with the movement after having been stretched tight for so long. My jaw and cheeks tingled from the constant rubbing of the nylon. Janice had a look of dissatisfaction on her face. Something was not right. She immediately explained it to me, in no uncertain terms. When Janice was concerned about or displeased with something, bringing it to someone's attention was obviously not a problem for her.

She sighed deeply, saying quietly, "I thought a nice foot massage would take my mind off my wet pussy...but it hasn't. If anything, it's made it worse. Your face felt wonderful on my feet, Micha...but it felt too wonderful. Rubbing my feet all over your cute face only made me hornier than ever. It seems I'm going to need you to service me in that other way after all. Micha, just how old are you, hon?"

Janice once again talking about having me "service" her in "that other way" made me so horny I could barely speak. I had to clear my throat first, and then I forced a squeaky, broken sentence from my lips.

"Uh...I'm .....I'm twenty, Janice," I said.

Janice grinned and licked her lips. "Delicious," she said, "perfectly legal. Micha you're about to learn something about me. When I even think about having a foot man to do whatever I please, I get very, very hot...horny. And playing with you just now has made me hornier than I've been in a long, long time. The way you almost drool over my feet makes me crazy horny. I thought using your face to massage my feet might ease that, but ..well, like I said...it's gotten worse. So...you're just going to have to take care of some needs I have before we go any further with your foot worship. Have you ever eaten pussy, Micha?"

The abruptness and bluntness of the question startled me. I stared at her, my eyes blinking their surprise. And she was in no mood for hesitation on my part.

"Micha, dear...I asked you if you've ever eaten pussy before. Your response is urgently needed here. I can't make that clear enough. Now, have you or haven't you eaten pussy before?"

"Well," I blushed, embarrassed, "no, Janice....I'm sorry....I haven't". I thought she was going to throw me out of the car and drive away, taking her beautiful feet with her....far away from me forever.

She sighed, looked me over, and said, "All right, then..it's time you learned. Help me get my garter belt and panties off. You're going to eat my pussy before I explode! Oh, I just hate when I get like this! I just can't get my clothes off fast enough!" She was a blur of motion, lifting her dress, having little patience for it getting in her way. She unclasped her hose from the garter belt I hadn't even known she was wearing. She didn't bother trying to tease me by slowly removing her stockings. Once she got the belt unhooked from the stockings, she quickly slid it off. I just watched it all in awe...and with great expectation. Then she hiked up her dress again and grabbed her panties - also black I noticed. She didn't even look at me as she quickly slid them down her legs. When she'd gotten them down to her ankles, she didn't ask me for help...she just kicked them off. She was in such need of satisfaction that she forgot she had asked me to help her undress. That was okay with me, because I was enjoying watching her strip at warp speed.

With single-minded intent, she then laid back against the door again, this time sliding her hips to the edge of the seat, the bottom of her cheeks resting just over the edge. She yanked her dress up well over her hips and then spread her legs wide. Her dripping sex was laid bare, and it made me feel woozy.

For the first time, I stared at a woman's genitals. If I thought my penis was hard before, it's density magnified tenfold in that instant. Janice's pussy glistened, it's wet sheen easily noticeable because the soft carpet of hair surrounding it was fine and sparse. With little hair to obscure it's magnificence, I could see her pouting pink lips clearly. The beckoning folds of flesh seemed to want to reach out and engulf me, suck me into them. Of course, as a young college lad, my first impulse was to thrust my throbbing cock into it and hump like a rabbit, but also brewing inside me was the urge to lunge forward and kiss it as passionately as I had Janice's feet. Both urges were cut short by Janice's excited voice.

"There," she said matter-of-factly, "you're going to have to eat that for me right this second or I'm going to go completely insane. I know you've never done this, but I'll talk you through it...at least at first. Instinct will probably take over after you get started, anyway. Are you ready, Micha, dear?" She said all of it matter-of-factly, like it was inevitable that I orally pleasure her...and that I apparently had no say in the matter.

I fumbled and sweated, admiring her sex and wanting to kiss it and lick it so badly. But it all happened so suddenly I was at a loss for words...and action. Again, Janice wasn't in the mood for delays.

"Micha, if you're going to be my foot man, you're going to have to get used to pleasing me at a moment's notice. I'm kind of a volatile woman...often spontaneous...especially when I get turned on. Once my motor gets going, it's please me or die...well, sort of. Now, are you my foot man or not? If you're not, then get out of my car and go on about your merry way. If you are, then get down there right now and start licking. Your future with....or without...me depends entirely on what you decide to do in the next ten seconds. You either give me what I need when I need it...or go back to your little school girls in their jeans and sneakers. What's it going to be?"

One look into her eyes showed she meant it. This fact was confirmed by the tightlipped frown that had replaced the smile of only a few seconds earlier. Both meant refusal to comply was not an option...at least not a wise one. And I wanted so much to be close to that patch of steaming fur that I was bursting from my pants. I looked again into Janice's impatient eyes...and my fate was sealed. I got down on my knees on the floor and positioned myself between her legs, which she opened wider and bent back at the knees to give me better access. I stared at her glistening flower and then looked back up to her face. She looked back down at me, and her look left no room for anything but compliance. Never having done this before, I fumbled a bit as I began to touch her sex. She reached down and grabbed me by the back of my neck. I let her guide my head forward and down. As the heady scent of her pussy reached my nostrils, I found myself instinctively sticking out my tongue. The smile came back to Janice's face, along with an expectant gleam to her dark, mysterious eyes, as my pointed tongue made contact with her slick valley of pleasure.

Overcome with lust, I prayed that no one happened by and caught me devouring Janice in her car...because I knew that neither of us would notice, and we'd be giving them quite a show. I thanked God it was getting dark.

I felt like a tiny piece of driftwood, caught in a raging storm at sea. My head was once again reeling with lust. The scent of her sex was urging me forward even more than the insistent pull of her hand, and I couldn't fight either one. Even in the dimming light I could see the moist, pink folds glistening, and each and every one called to me, crying out to be licked and sucked.

I fumbled when I opened her wider, but Janice understood. She was patient with me. She was so horny by this point, that she knew she was going to have an orgasm even if I ate her badly. But I was so eager to please her, that I wanted to perform well for her, and she seemed to sense it. Even though I'd never done this before, some inner instinct seemed to direct me.

Just before my outstretched tongue made contact with her silken folds, I glanced quickly up at Janice's eyes. They had softened. She was getting what she wanted, and that kept her contented smile firmly in place.

The instant my tongue touched her open pussy, she sighed, closed her eyes and seemed to sink into the seat cushion...almost as if she'd deflated and flattened out...leaving only her pussy full and ripe for devouring. I felt her fingers repositioning themselves on the back of my neck, and new fingers gripping tightly on the top of my head. Janice was making sure my tongue didn't escape.

I tried to remember some old X-rated videos I'd seen with friends at college...racking my brain to remember the bobbing male (and sometimes female) heads between shapely feminine legs and how those heads had performed. Even though I was drenched with lust, both Janice's and my own, I tried to focus on those scenes of oral pleasuring, and not only was my memory working fairly well considering its heated state, but I was apparently mimicking those actions rather closely as well.

As I slowly sucked and licked Janice's tender, fleshy petals, I heard low moans coming from her lush lipped mouth. I again looked up to see her face, concerned at how I was performing. Janice's head was lolling from side to side and her open mouth continued to sigh, sighs that came from deep inside her. Her chest rose and fell at a quicker than normal pace. I would have smiled if my mouth wasn't so busy. Whether it was me pleasing her so, or the fact that she was so horny any stimulation at all between her legs would make her quiver, I don't know. But as long as it seemed to be going well, I was happy. And, up to that point at least, Janice still hadn't had to "talk me through" anything yet. I hoped it was because I was doing such a great job of pleasing her...but more than likely it was only because I hadn't made any major blunders yet.

I had heard about a woman's clit, though hadn't ever seen one up close. In the videos this was always the place to go to get a woman to orgasm. But I wasn't sure of the timing. I wanted to give Janice a wonderful climax....but didn't want to rush it. College girls had always made jokes about guys rushing to make them come, and apparently I'd stored that information somewhere in my brain...because...there it was! So I just kept licking Janice even though she was squirming and moaning. When should I go for the clit? I agonized over that for quite a while.

After I'd licked and sucked every possible inch of her, fighting off my own lust so as not to do that rushing thing, I decided I might as well go for the clit. If I was acting prematurely, I was sure Janice would let me know. It turns out that while my timing may not have been perfect, it was at least acceptable.

I saw the bulging nub and moved my two index fingers alongside it, spreading Janice's sex open wider to make it fully available to my mouth. Not knowing what I was getting into, I just touched the tip of my tongue to it....and immediately learned of the power of that jewel. Just the tip of my tongue caressing lightly on Janice's bulb elicited a deep, throaty moan from her, and her thighs quivered. Fingernails dug into the back of my neck and my scalp. I was beside myself with joy! The pain of burrowing fingernails aside, I felt I had to be on the right track with this.

I played lightly with Janice's clit at first, licking gently around it. Having seen the effect of a single lick directly on it, I decided I didn't want to "rush" this and possibly ruin it for Janice, so I wondered if licking around her clit might arouse her substantially while not bringing on orgasm just yet. And this wasn't just for Janice anymore.....I was beginning to really enjoy this. If things were going to progress in the direction they surely seemed to be headed, with Janice definitely in charge, then these moments of making her squirm and moan, controlling her pleasure, might be the only times I got to have any control at all. And even besides all that, I loved pleasing her. It just made me feel great...so I wanted this to last as long as it could And I felt that just as Janice would surely let me know if I was rushing things, she would also let me know when she wanted to come. Of that, I had no doubt!


So lick around her clitoris I did...trying all different kinds of licks, different rates of speed, different amounts of pressure, making my tongue hard or soft...seeing what made her moan and squirm (which was great fun for me). But there was one danger. I myself was getting so into it, so turned on by eating her and making her tremble and sigh, that I was on the verge of losing control and devouring her pussy like a madman. I had to fight constantly to keep control. At that point in my life, it was the most difficult thing I'd ever done.

When I finally felt confident enough to begin licking her clit in earnest, I noticed an immediate change. Instead of her thighs just trembling, they now seemed to slide around on the seat almost with each lick. And her bottom kept rising off the seat, so much so that I had to grip her cheeks as best I could while holding her open and try to bring her back down. Her grip on my neck and head had doubled in tenacity.

In the end, Janice did let me know when she wanted to climax. Besides the ever digging nails, which nearly skewered both neck and scalp, she thrust her hips up, pushing her dripping sex tight against my mouth, and started a rhythmic hip movement that continued to pound her crotch against my face repeatedly. Not having had previous experience at eating a woman, I was hard pressed to keep my tongue moving against her clit. But Janice was beyond the licking now, and let me know rather clearly.

"Suck it, Micha. Put your lips around it and suck it!" She gripped the back of my head with both hands, pulling my face into her pussy, expertly aiming her clit for my mouth. The upward thrust of her hips added to her iron grip on my head just about fused my mouth to her extremely sensitive button.

When I sucked on her clit, I realized that the term "button" is perfect for a woman's clitoris...because it was like pressing a button and opening a flood gate. I hadn't sucked that nub for more than a second when Janice screamed and pounded her groin against my face. I didn't think it was possible, but her nails dug still deeper into the back of my skull, and I could barely breathe through the slick, carpeted mound that was being slammed into my face. But, my mouth was hermetically sealed around her clit, so I continued to suck.

"Harder!" she squealed, "Suck it harder! Nip it with your teeth! Oh, God...I'm going to come!"

When she said that, that she was going to come, I went insane. I lost what tenuous control I had. I sucked hard on her clit, panting and squeezing her ass with both my hands. Now, I was helping her pull my face into her pussy. I sucked her clit, flicked my tongue at it, and gnashed my teeth all around it, burying my face deeply into her sex as I assaulted her bulb. Finally I caught it between my teeth and gently squeezed it. And I was not prepared for the consequences.

As soon as my teeth squeezed her clit, Janice screamed loudly and became a blur of motion. Her hands repositioned themselves on the sides of my head, her palms flattening my ears and her nails finding new flesh to rend. She thrust her crotch into my face with all her might, grinding and gyrating against my mouth. I felt warm fluids gushing all over the lower part of my face, and felt an instant urge to let loose of her clit to lap them up, taste them. But Janice's orgasm came first. Maybe I could lick up those juices later.

Once again Janice's hands moved, now clawing at my hair. Her hands didn't need to hold my head in place any longer, because her thighs had slammed against the sides of my head and were holding it firmly in place. Her flowing sex juices, coupled with the force of her bucking against my face, had made my open mouth on her clit stick like a suction cup.

It seemed like Janice screamed "Oh, God!" hundreds of times, with each thrust of her sex into my face. I was licking, sucking and nibbling her furiously, loving every second of tasting her. The scent of her, the warmth of her juices, her a****listic humping of my mouth, all of it....made me mad with lust. I wanted this to go on forever...to lick her until I dropped. Which was apparently fine, because it didn't seem like Janice wanted to stop anytime soon, either.

But, alas, it did end. Thankfully, very slowly, however. Eventually, Janice's screams subsided (Thank God...I was afraid someone would hear, and think I was murdering her!). Janice's massively sweating body stopped its writhing and bucking. Most of her bared skin, and a good portion of her tight black dress, was drenched. Her fingers remained, clawlike, in my hair for a long time after her orgasm ended. Her body was quivering, her breathing erratic, and she swallowed constantly as tiny rivulets of sweat trickled down her neck. I was finally brave enough to try removing my mouth from her button, and she gave me no resistance to this move. But when I placed one last lick on her clit, I felt a pain on the top of my scalp and my head jerked back. Janice held my head away from her pussy by my hair, and looked reproachfully down at me.

"Never..." she gasped, "never....go back...after a woman's....clit....after she's had...an orgasm." She swallowed hard and let go completely of my hair. She rubbed my head soothingly and said, "Sorry, Micha... didn't mean....to hurt you....but my clit's....very....sensitive...right now."

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"It's okay...not a problem...just....for future reference."

Free of her lusting grip, I sat up and looked down at her. She was quite a sight. Her dress pulled up above her hips, naked from there down except for her stockings. Her chest heaving, her dress covered in perspiration stains, her crotch area even more soaked. She lay there recovering, her hands now on her head, as if trying to piece her mind back together, or keep it from falling out. She still gasped and swallowed, but she was smiling. A good sign. Now I could smile, too.

During several more minutes of watching her return to normal, I realized I'd done something special for Janice. Despite my inexperience, I'd come through for her. I was pleased with myself to say the least. I knew I could've probably done better, but given my lack of prior pussy nibbling, I thought I'd done pretty well. To my unending happiness, Janice agreed.

"Well, Micha....you did rather well just now. You're sure you've never eaten pussy before?"

"No, Janice...I swear. I've wanted to a few times, but never had the chance."

"You've wanted to? That means you've fantasized about eating a woman before?"

I blushed and replied, "Yes...I've thought about it a lot. I get turned on by just the thought of doing it."

"Well," she grinned, "you're very good at it. Not perfect, mind you...but very good. I'm sure that with the proper training your tongue could be a force to be reckoned with." She laughed at her own joke. And then she got more serious and added, "And I think I'm just the person to train you. Would you like that, Micha? Would you like me to train you to eat my pussy exactly the way I like it? Would that turn you on?"

I couldn't believe I heard her say that. First, I get to worship her feet, with the promise of more to come, and now this exotic woman wants to put my head between her legs until I get every facet of pleasing her exactly right. Could it possibly get any better than this?!

"Wow," I replied, "Are you...I mean...serious? I mean, really serious? You want me to eat you again?"

Janice laughed, slowly straightening herself out on the car seat, lowering her dress, smoothing the wrinkles, regrouping herself.

"Of course I do, sweetie," her voice turned to molasses again, "you'll find I'm a very horny lady. And I love a well trained tongue between my legs. There's absolutely no reason why that tongue can't be yours."

She scooted over to the middle of the seat and held her hand out to me. Stiffly, my knees aching, I took her hand and got up off the floor, sitting beside her.

"Seriously, hon," she continued, "you have fantastic potential as not only my foot man, but a wonderful...well...pussy licker, to be blunt. Does that term offend you, Micha?"

"No," I said, "no....I guess not."

She leaned and kissed me on the cheek, one of her hands caressing my other cheek and my chin. She whispered warmly into my ear, "Then you're willing to be my pussy licker, too? That's something I do need a lot of, I have to warn you."

As her eyes glittered, shining decadently into mine, I felt her hand slowly begin stroking my crotch. Her breath was again warm on my face, and she lightly kissed my neck before saying, "There's no substitute for a good pussy licker, you know." She stopped kissing my neck and looked directly into my eyes at a very close distance. Her eyes pulled at me, hypnotizing me. Her hand on my straining erection also captured my attention. Her full lips glistened at me, warm and moist, full of promise. And she drove the final nail into my coffin with a smile so full of lust and wickedness, that my heart raced and I turned to putty again.

"And as my pussy licker," she skewered my soul, "you'd get all kinds of rewards when you do your job well." Now her face was mere inches from mine, as she continued to stroke both my face and my crotch, her eyes still boring into mine. "That's right, hon....you eat me really well all the time, like you just did, and my beautiful, sexy feet will be yours to enjoy...to savor for hours on end. Would you like that, my little foot man? Mmmm....my pussy man....my pussy licker?"

I could see clear as day where this was going, but I was powerless to stop it...and I didn't want to, anyway. Experiencing her feet drove me crazy, and eating her was fantastic. If I'd done either of those things for even a few minutes longer, I'd more than likely have come just from that. And I could just imagine a