I woke-up to the sound of Johnny Horton singing about the battle that took place in New Orleans. I jumped up out of bed, clicked off the radio alarm, and went to the bathroom to take a piss. It was another beautiful Saturday morning. There was a fog out, so I decided to cook a big breakfast. I fixed coffee, scrambled eggs, and four slices of bacon. It didn't take me long to shove that mess down my throat. I read the newspaper, nothing good was happening in the world.
After four cups of coffee, I decided to get dressed and walk around the block. The fog had lifted and the sun had come out. It was a warm day, which felt good on my bones. I pulled a cigar out of my jacket pocket, bit off the end, and lit it. The smoke filled my lungs with its wholesome goodness, making my walk more enjoyable. When I got to the end of my block, I saw Mrs. Thompson sitting on her front porch with her bare feet resting on the porch's banister.
"Good morning, Mr. Gable, isn't it a lovely day?"
"Yes, ma'am," I smiled.
It was hard to take my eyes off her feet. They were lovely and her toes tapered down. She wiggled her toes, which caused my heart to skip a beat. Her soles were slightly dirty, which meant that she had been doing a little walking. I smiled again, waved, and continued on my way. As I was leaving, I heard Mrs. Thompson shouting.
"Mr. Gable!"
I whirled around and saw her standing up. Holy shit, did she ever look hot! She was wearing a white t-shirt that was two sizes too small. Her breasts looked large and I could tell that her nipples were hard. Was she excited or was it just the cool breeze? I was hoping that she was excited. The cut off blue jeans that she wore displayed her shapely tan legs and what legs they were! Those were the kind of legs that a man would like to be wrapped up in on a long winter night.
"Yes, Mrs. Thompson, is there a problem?"
"No problem, Mr. Gable. I was wondering if you would like to have lunch with me and please call me Sarah."
Did she just ask me over on a lunch date or was she just being neighborly? It didn't feel right having lunch with a married woman, but I hadn't seen her husband around in weeks. Maybe, he had ditched her and she was looking for someone to fill the void. Or he was just out of town for a few weeks. Sarah Thompson was a beautiful woman and only a horse's ass would say no to a beautiful woman. Besides, it's just lunch.
"I would love to have lunch, Sarah, and please call me John."
"Ok, John, I'll have lunch ready by high noon. I hope you like hamburgers."
"I love 'em."
"Good. I'll see you then."
She turned around and walked back into the house. I grinned real big and looked at my watch. I had three hours to kill, so I returned home to take a shower. The warm water felt great and I made sure that I washed the stink from my body. I ran a comb through my hair, kept it up, until every hair on my head was in place. I shaved, splashed a handful of Old Spice on my face, and rinsed my mouth out with Scope. It was nearing high noon, so I walked a quick pace back to Sarah Thompson's house. She had a few candles lit on her dinning room table with two plates filled with hamburgers and French fries.
"Looks romantic," I said, "you shouldn't have went to all this trouble."
"No trouble at all," she answered with a smile.
I smiled back. She motioned for me to take a seat and I did so with pleasure.
"Dig in, John. I fancy myself to be a pretty good cook."
I took a bite from the hamburger and decided that she was right.
"Mr. Thompson is a pretty lucky man," I observed.
Sarah flashed me a pearly white grin. We ate our lunch and made small talk about the neighborhood, my job, and about the weather. It's a good thing there is such a thing as weather, otherwise, what would folks talk about?
After the meal was eaten, Sarah cleared the table and told me to sit on the sofa in the next room. The room was tastefully furnished, not over cluttered with knickknacks. I noticed some strange artwork hanging from the walls. They seemed to be paintings of rune markings or something to that effect. There was a sort of a voodoo feeling to the place, which made me feel uneasy. The first thought that crossed my mind was to bolt for the door, but I wasn't a sissy, so I stayed planted in my seat. I heard the rattling of dishes in the sink.
Something caused me to lose my sense of time, for I nearly jumped out of my skin when Sarah flopped on the sofa beside me. She placed her feet on my lap and wiggled her toes.
"Why don't you be a dear and rub 'em for me," she spoke in a sultry voice. My hands trembled a bit when I touched her left foot. I started rubbing my thumbs up and down her soles, crunching the knots and removing the tension from her feet. The aroma from her feet was intoxicating, which made me feel light headed.
"Mmmmm...that feels wonderful," she purred in a sultry voice.
Sarah started rubbing the ball of her foot against my crotch, which caused my cock to spring to life. I was losing my will power. The grinding of the foot became more intense, causing butterflies to float around in my guts. The room seemed to swirl and the paintings on the wall glowed red. My hands were still on her feet. I could feel my balls swelling, filling with sperm and I knew my cock was leaking precum. Things didn't add up. Part of me wanted to fling her feet off my lap before I came, but I was powerless to move. My eyes widened as my cock exploded like a cannon. It soaked through my pants and covered Sarah's feet. I was breathing hard, as if I had just run a marathon. Damn, I thought, I'd never cummed so much in my life.
"Look what you have done to my feet, John. You'll going to have to clean them up," spoke Sarah.
My words came out kind of panic stricken.
"I'm sorry. Where's the towels...this sort of thing has never happened to me before."
