Soccer Practice 3

Honestly, it was kind of too hot for soccer practice I thought, but the kids didn't' seem to notice too much. The boys were being run through their drills and looked to be as focused as nine-year-olds could be, but also looked to be having fun.

Clearly most of the parents thought it was too hot as well, because they weren't there. I'm not usually the one bringing our boy to practice, but my wife had a work thing that was taking too long so I was more than happy to step in. I had kind of looked forward to catching up on any gossip from the group of parents that was mostly the neighborhood moms.

But I was alone, way off to the side, under the shade of some trees that lined the field behind the school. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and started playing a mindless game, lining up jewels as fast as I could. So I didn't even notice when Ellie showed up until she was standing next to me.

"Mind if I join you," she asked, smiling.

"Not at all" I 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 she said, otherwise I'd be thinking I'm the foolish one," she offered in a light-hearted tone and short giggle.

She unfolded her chair and sat down and said, "where's Steph?"

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

"Lucky you," she laughed.

"At least the company is good" I said, shrugging my shoulders and smiling.

She laughed, but I was suddenly a little concerned I may have overstepped, but she didn't seem to notice.

After a moment of watching the boys run through a passing drill, she said, "I'm actually kind of glad to be out in the sun, its freezing at work and my feet are killing me."

I knew she was a nurse at the university hospital downtown but didn't really know much beyond those basics, so I asked, "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, 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."

I noticed she had kicked off her shoes, a well-worn pair of Dansko clogs, and removed her socks. I was more than a little distracted by her wiggling her toes and was trying hard to not stare.

Her feet were gorgeous, slender toes, little veins popping out, with a pinish orange nail polish on well-manicured toes.

As nonchalantly as possible I tossed off, with a little laugh; "I'm pretty good at foot rubs if you ever need a massage." My flirting game was clearly pretty rusty.

But to my surprise, she shifted her chair and lay both her feet on my thigh and said, "let's see how good"

Oh my god, I had an instant erection, that strained uncomfortably against my shorts, but I took the opportunity to shift myself as I turned to face her and took her left foot into my hands.

Cupping her heel in one hand and holding firmly to her Achilles, I began by pushing my thumb into the fleshy instep and slowly moving it up and down.

I could see she was enjoying it as her whole body relaxed and she closed her eyes while showing just the hint of a smile on her beautiful lips.

I shifted my thumb to massage in deep small circular motions ion the space between base of each toe, moving between the ridge to the spaces between each toe.

"That ok?" I asked.

"Mmhhmm," she murmured, as her other foot began slowly stroking my thigh.

I lay her left foot on my lap as I began massaging with both hands, moving up from the heel in strong deep slow strokes, taking each toe in turn between my thumbs and forefinger, gently stretching them out and giving them just the slightest rotation back and forth.

Feeling bold, I again lifted her foot in both hands, holding it firmly between my thumbs and fingers, and gently kissed each toe.

She smiled and giggled a little as I did so, wiggling her toes a little as she did so.

I then put that foot down and picked up her right foot. And began doing the same again. My dick was so hard; I don't know that I'd ever experienced such an intense hard on.

I didn't what was more exciting, touching her beautiful, sexy feet, that they belonged to my neighbor, or that we were getting away with it in the shade along the soccer field, but I was thrilled and aroused so much.

As I massaged her right foot, her left foot picked up the rubbing of my thigh as I sat cross-legged on the grass in front of her chair.

As I began massaging the muscles along the ball of her foot, and pushing my thumb between her toes, her other foot strayed up my leg to my crotch and she began rubbing her toes along my swollen cock. I could feel her big toe and second toe push against it, and a quiet moan escaped my lips.

As I did so, she opened her eyes and looked at me, her smile widening. Our eyes were locked on one another as I lifted her foot to my lips and slowly kissed each toe as her foot pushed harder and faster on my cock.

I held her foot firmly in my hand, feeling its soft skin against the intricate bones underneath, taking in their texture and smell as her other foot stroked my cock harder and faster as we stared into each other's eyes.

I was so aroused, so lost in the surprising intimacy of the moment that I was quite surprised when her efforts caused me to cum in my pants, my eyes breaking contact as I closed them in the reverie, my whole body shaking as the cum burst out.

After what felt like an eternity, but what was really just a brief moment, I let go of her foot and looked up at her to see a wicked grin on her face. I silently mouthed "wow," as I slipped her socks back onto her feet and gently placed each clog on its foot.

Just then, a whistle blew from across the field, and we were each drawn back into the world. Practice was ending and the boys were running over.

She said to me as she began standing up, "you were right, you are good at foot rubs."

"Thank you," I replied.

"I think I'm going to need a long shower when I get home," she said.

Laughing, I said, "me too."

"I think you owe me one now" she said as she bent her head to one side a little

"I definitely do." I replied.

"I look forward to collecting on it, and to my next foot rub," she said as a smile spread across her face.

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