Practice Redux

This story is the companion of my previous story, Soccer Practice. It tells of the same encounter but from the perspective of the other partner. I encourage you to read that one first if you haven't already.

It had been a brutal shift at the hospital where I work, and I was looking forward to getting home and taking off my shoes and scrubs and relaxing in a long hot shower followed by a nice glass of wine before dinner. As I was just finishing up the last of my charting, I felt my phone buzzing in my back pocket. The best part of being a nurse is scrubs; not only are they comfortable but they have ample pockets, something most of my outside-of-work outfits sorely lacked.

Finishing up, I reached for my phone and saw a text from John, my husband.

Fuck, I thought. I just wanted to go home and be done. Simon was John's manager and they'd been sweating some big project and usually John would never ask me because he knows how stressed I get.

<OK> I Texted back

John usually worked from home and I hoped he could at least take a couple of minutes to get our son off the couch and ready for soccer. At nine, he was already somewhere between the sweet little boy he'd been and a tween terror.

Said a quick goodbye to everyone and headed out. I got home as quick as I could but still later than I'd hoped and Parker was there ready and antsy because he knew he'd be late to practice.

I peaked into John's office and gave a little wave, he looked up and smiled and a gave a little off-screen side wave and then I was out the door again.

We got to the school and the rest of the boys were already going through the routines and Parker hopped out of the car, water bottle in hand, to go join them. I stepped out of the car and it just then hit me how hot it was today. It's always freezing in the hospital, and I gave some thought to going home, but I was just wanted to stop moving for a bit and the thought of driving home and changing and rushing back wasn't appealing at all.

Usually, there's a little group of parents who gather and chat, mostly neighbors who we ran into regularly at the school and through the various other activities of our kids that brought us together.

But today, I didn't see anyone. They probably all decided it was too hot. I began to reconsider my decision to not go home when I Ethan's dad on the edge of the field in the shade by the tree line all alone.

Allan? Fuck, I couldn't remember his name! Aaron? No, Alex; it was Alex who is married to Steph. He's always been nice, if quiet, so I didn't hesitate to grab the folding chair from the back of the SUV and head over.

"Mind if I join you," I asked?

"Not at all" He replied, "I was beginning to think I might be the only one foolish enough to sit through this."

"Well, I'm glad you're here, otherwise I'd be thinking I'm the foolish one," I said trying to sound cheery

So I unfolded my chair and sat down.

"Where's Steph?" I asked

"Oh, she's stuck in a meeting that seems like it will never end and couldn't get away." He replied.

Thinking of John in his meeting and how I'd really not wanted to be here this afternoon, I wondered if he felt the same. He wasn't usually the one to do the kids sport practice thing. "Lucky you," I said.

"At least the company is good" He said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

Oh my god! Was someone actually flirting with me? I think I'm holding up pretty well for a forty-ish lady with two kids, but I was wearing scrubs with pretty minimal makeup and I'd been on my feet for hours! Not to mention that Alex was a good-looking man and usually so reserved that it kind of took me by surprise and I giggled in spite of myself and I think I even blushed a bit.

I have got to get out more I thought to myself, this guy is just being nice - no need to read anything into it.

So we both watched the boys practice for a few minutes and I relaxed a bit. It was nice to be here in the shade on a warm day. The sound of the boys mingled with the birds and bugs in the trees above and behind us and I suddenly just felt very peaceful.

In my reverie I kind of offhandedly said, "I'm actually kind of glad to be out in the sun, its freezing at work and my feet are killing me."

He turned to me with a look of curiosity and replied "What do you do at the hospital? I mean, I know you're a nurse, but I don't really know anything else."

"Oh, I work in the NICU," I breezily answered, "that's intensive care for babies, mostly preemies. I love it but there's a lot to be done and never a moment to just sit and collect yourself or get off your feet. It's go, go, go the whole time."

He seemed to think about that for a moment and didn't say anything else. So, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks. They felt so good to be freed in the warm air and I felt like the weight of the past 10 hours running around sort of just slip away as I wiggled my toes in the air and scrunched them up in the soft grass.

Turning my away again he said. "I'm pretty good at foot rubs if you ever need a massage."

Holy shit but he's the bold one! I should have been offended or something maybe, but I wasn't. It felt amazing to be so seen by someone else, to be seen as an interesting and attractive woman. And I don't know if it was the warmth, or the feeling flattered, or because he just seemed like a very nice and very good looking man, but to my surprise, I shifted my chair to be a little closer to him and to be facing him more while still keeping an eye on the soccer field and I just as boldly, and uncharacteristically lay both my feet on his thigh and said, "let's see how good."

We both just looked at each other for a long moment, both taken by surprise I think. What the fuck was I doing?! This guy's going to think I'm crazy. Surely, he was just being nice and I have really, pardon the pun, stepped in it.

But he just gently but firmly took my left foot into his hands and began massaging my foot. It felt so amazing, like my whole body melted away and all my senses were focused on my foot and the movement of his hands against my skin.

He was right, he

was

pretty good. I looked across the field, surely somebody could see us! But we were in the shade and the boys were at least 100 meters away and totally oblivious.

I could feel him roll his slender fingers through the space between each toe. No one had ever touched my feet like this and, damn, it felt good!. I sunk into my chair and just closed my eyes focusing on the amazing sensual experience unfolding across my feet.

"That ok?" He asked.

Oh yeah, I though, that is OK, but "Mmhhmm," was all I could manage to murmur. And then, holding my foot in both hands, his thumbs pressing into my sole and his strong fingers firmly held along my foot's top, he leaned over a little and softly, sweetly, kissed each toe.

Each touch of his lips was like having a warm wave unleashed across my foot and up my leg, until the warmth settled into my core. Almost mindlessly I began slowly moving my other foot up and down his thigh, feeling the muscles beneath his pants. Feeling his solidity and his warmth.

He lay my left foot down, and firmly grasped my right, and it felt so electric that I couldn't help myself but smile as a small laugh left my lips. Now with my free left foot I pushed it firmly into his thigh. I must have been s=dissociating from my body, I don't know where my mind went, my caution simply vanished as I experienced this unexpected and delightful connection.

Just as he'd done on my other foot, he was massaging deep into me with his strong hands, pushing his thumb into the ball of my foot, reaching into the fleshy spaces between each toe, and then spreading each toe in turn. I felt like I was immersed in a warm bath, my whole body responding to the sensual heat being generated on the sole of my feet.

Extending my leg al little, with my free foot, I found the center of his crotch and his cock was like a rock it was so swollen and hard. Pushing my foot into him, my big and second toes wrapped around him and I began stroking my foot up and down him.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head to see him staring back at me, and I smiled. I smiled at this beautiful man with he strong hands, my other foot still being held and massaged, and I smiled. Not the sweet kind of smile I used so often, but a smile of wicked delight that I'm not sure had ever been on my face before.

We stared into each other's eyes as he pushed his fingers into and along my toes and instep and I pushed into his cock, moving my foot up and down it with increasing urgency and pressure.

Then he leaned over again and moving with controlled grace, kissed each toe with such tender passion. I could feel my nipples tighten, and my pussy's increasing wetness spread into my panties.

Again he looked into my eyes, and just held my one foot firmly in his hands awhile my other foot moved with intention and desire up and down his rigid cock. And then his eyes rolled back in his head, his chin lifted just a little, his grip loosened and his whole body shook as he came. I could feel the reverberations of his exploding cock through his shorts and his orgasm travelled through me, from my foot and across my whole body.

I had never wanted to please a man as much as I'd wanted to feel him cum, sitting there on the edge of that soccer field, my foot in his hand. I was delighted, wickedly delighted with myself and what I had done. It felt amazing, I felt amazing!

After his body stopped shuddering, he looked up at me again and I could see the satisfaction and longing in his eyes. As I smiled down at him, he silently mothed, "wow," and let go of my foot. And then he very gently and lovingly put my socks back on each foot and then each of my Danskos.

As he finished, the coach's whistle blew and I looked up and could see the boys heading our way. I stood and began to fold up my chair and put it back in my bag. He also stood, trying to pull his shorts away from what must have been a pretty sticky mess inside of them.

Still feeling mischievous, I said to him; "you were right, you are good at foot rubs."

He smiled, cocking his head a little to one side and replied, "Thank you."

"I think I'm going to need a long shower when I get home," I said, thinking about the warm water washing over my body while, hopefully, gifting myself with same as I'd given him.

Laughing, he said, "me too."

I'm not sure what had come over me on that field that evening, but I was still aroused and I wanted to feel like that again. And I sort of just blurted without thinking, "I think you owe me one now"

"I definitely do." He replied.

And then, with a kind of certainty I didn't know I possessed I replied, "I look forward to collecting on it, and to my next foot rub," as the most debauched smile imaginable spread across my face.

With that, we both headed to our cars and left.