When I woke up the next morning, Corinne was in her usual position on me. Slight change though this time; she left her thigh high white nylon stockings on, and had my penis tucked in behind her knee with her hand still on it, keeping it in place. After gently finagling myself from underneath her so I wouldn't wake her, I couldn't resist, and placed a light kiss on the top of her white nylon toes. I got dressed, left her sleep and went to make a pot of coffee. It was cloudy this morning and looked like rain, but I was hoping to get the grass cut before it did. I went outside and retrieved the morning newspaper from underneath my truck. After cussing about not giving the paper boy a tip for Christmas this year, I made a mental note to make sure he gets one next year. I came back into the house, picked up my cup of coffee, sat down at the kitchen table, scanned the headlines then read the back page and made my way to the front. I'm so predictable like that. Corinne made her way down to the kitchen as I was halfway through the paper. She gave me a kiss on my forehead while tying her robe, and went to get herself a cup of coffee.
"Where's Kayla?" She asked while looking at her watch. "Isn't she usually here by now?"
Without looking up at her, I answered: "Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't come over every morning." I turned the page. "And especially if she worked the graveyard."
"Well. Guess I didn't know that." She said as she sat down on my left.
I turned the page again. "I'm sure there are some things you don't know, Miss Know-it-all." I chuckled without looking at her.
"Hey!" she snipped. I gave it a good five seconds before I looked at her without turning my head from the newspaper. "Can you hear this?" she asked with her middle finger pointed down. "Do you need me to turn it up?" She rotated her hand so she was now giving me the bird.
"Gasp." I said looking back at the newspaper. "Such obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl." I chuckled at her: "and this early in the morning too."
"Pristine this." She giggled as she lifted her right foot and placed it between my legs. I opened my legs a little to give her room on the chair. She wore her silver ballet slippers and was still wearing her nylons. Her foot rested on the chair, her slippered toes pushing against my penis. I turned the page again then dropped my hand to rub along the arch and top of her foot.
We sat like this a few minutes in silence sipping our coffees. She lightly moved her slippered nylon foot back and forth along the base of my penis through the shorts I was wearing. I scanned a few stories in the paper.
"I love you Brad." She said breaking the silence.
I turned the page not looking at her. "Well that's good Cory." Using a villain voice: "Otherwise I'd have to kill you since you know all my secrets." I chuckled.
"You brat!" she responded pushing her toes further into me. "You could say it back you know."
"I did Cory." As I turned the page again, "Read between the lines."
"Read this." She giggled as she removed her foot from me, took her slipper off, lifted her leg and placed her foot on top of the table coincidentally on the story I was scanning. She scrunched her toes open and closed. "Pay attention to me instead of the paper." She said with her giggle.
"You better stop playin' woman." I laughed at her. "You're going to get it if you don't let me finish my paper."
"That's good." She said as she reached over, put her hand up the leg of my shorts and began to stroke my cockhead with her thumb and forefinger. I immediately started getting hard for her. "I'm going to play because I want it." She purred at me.
I closed my eyes and shuddered at the feeling she was giving me. I bent my head down and her foot rustled against the paper and caught my nose between the ball of her foot and underneath her nylon toes where her aroma I have become so addicted to was still lightly present. I breathed deep into her toes. "I love you Corinne."
She laughed at me. "Now you can say it huh?" she laughed again. "You always say that when I I'm stroking your cock and you're smelling my nylon feet." She stopped stroking me and opened her hand allowing my cock to expand in her palm. I continued to smell her foot as she closed her fist around me and began her rhythmic squeeze. I looked at her and she winked at me while untying her robe to expose the valley between her breasts. She snickered at me: "I know how to get you to tell me you love me when you're being stubborn and won't say it." She sighed: "But now that you've said it, I can stop." And just like that, everything stopped. She got up, put her slipper back on and went to refill her coffee mug. I still had the pleasurable look on my face when she came back to the table. She laughed at me and gave me a kiss on my forehead before pulling my face between her breasts. "When your soft and can say it"— She whispered. –"I'm going to fuck your brains out again." She gave me a couple hard strokes through my shorts before she sat back down and took her slippers off. She lifted both her feet and rubbed them into my face making me turn my head whichever way she wanted me to with her feet. "Aren't you going to read your paper?"
Her teasing went on long enough. It was my turn now. I grabbed both her ankles with my hands and turned the both of us out from the table. A squeal escaped her. I spread her legs wide, and ran both my hands down her sheathed legs until I was on my knees in front of her chair. I pulled her thighs further apart, looked at her, and dove my tongue into her bald pussy spelling out 'I love you' on her clitoris.