Angels Feet

ANGEL'S FEET

Chase Robertson had wanted to be a doctor from an early age. By high school his grades and extracurricular activities were enough to get him into UCLA. He had no problem getting into U of C San Francisco, one of the three best medical schools in the country.

He never had much trouble dating girls. As he grew older, the women he was dating got older along with him. By the time he was in Medical School, he was dating women in their mid-twenties. All types, with all types of jobs, or schools. As he advanced in medical school, he reached the point where he had to choose his specialty. Most of his classmates were going to be surgeons, or heart specialists, or neurologists. He had no interest in those fields. He had honed in on his own interests from the very beginning.

He wanted to be a podiatrist. It wasn't because he thought it would be a very profitable specialty; no, his interest was much more personal. He has had a foot fetish since high school. By the time he was in UCLA, he understood what excited him, and had found the clubs and people of like mind he could enjoy. The internet makes everything easy these days, and he had found clubs, both in LA and San Franciso where people with the same interests gathered.

He didn't want to be misunderstood. He loved fucking and the breasts were wonderful. He just loved the sight and feel of a perfect, soft foot. He could go to the club and rub the feet of unknown women any time he wished. They had feet sticking out of the wall, unknown women whose feet he could play with. He had found women in these clubs that he would sometimes date, but it never ended well. He liked that they didn't think he was weird, or something, but most weren't really very interesting. He wanted a driven, successful woman who happened to share his one fetish. One woman that would enjoy him taking care of her feet without feeling it was creepy.

By the time he joined a successful practice in LA, he had given up looking. He would sometimes go to the clubs for his fix, and sometimes he would date women he met that interested him. Most started out alright with him licking and sucking on her toes, but, eventually it drove them crazy, and it was over. He was more than able to satisfy their sexual needs, but this one thing would eventually drive them away.

He met Angel Hernandez when he was thirty-one. She was a twenty-eight-year-old Latina with long, brown hair and black eyes that flashed when she was angry. She was a pharmaceutical salesperson for one of the companies that supplied their office.

He knew about how anger flashed in her eyes from personal experience. He heard a commotion in their waiting room and went to see what was causing it. He found one of their patients teasing this woman. When he stepped in between them, she turned on him. "I can take care of myself, doctor. I've had to do it my entire life." She turned to the embarrassed patient. "You say that again, and you may find a medical tool up your ass." He quickly apologized and made his escape.

He smiled at her. "Miss, sorry for interfering. I see you can take care of yourself."

"I'm sorry for that. I just lost my temper. These guys are all alike. They think they're so smooth, and if a woman doesn't melt when they throw out their lines, they get angry. I'll leave. You can call my boss and tell them what I did."

He shook his head. He liked this little spitfire. "No ma am. I'm certainly not doing that. He had it coming. I believe you're here to show us something?"

The anger in her eyes was replaced by caution. He was one of the new doctors in this office, and she had never talked to him before. She heard the office staff making remarks about him, but nothing more than jokes.

"Yes, doctor, but I usually speak to Dr. Johnston."

Johnston was the owner of this practice and his boss. He happened to be out of the office at that moment, so he took a chance. "He happens to be out at the moment. How about you showing me what you were going to show him?"

He opened the door to the back, and, after a couple of seconds, she went inside, and he followed her.

He led her to his office and helped her with her chair. For the next ten minutes she showed him the new drugs she wanted to promo to Johnston. When she finished her spiel, they just looked at each other for a couple of minutes. Finally, "Miss, what is your name again?"

"I'm so sorry. I must be more flustered than I thought. I'm Angel Hernandez."

He held out his hand. She took it. "My name is Chase Robertson, and I'm very pleased to meet you. I will give this material to Dr. Johnston."

"Thank you, doctor." She started packing up her bag. It was now or never.

"Miss Hernandez, are you our regular salesperson? I know I would have remembered if I saw someone as pretty as you."

She blushed. What the hell? Was he flirting with her? She stopped to look at him closer. He was handsome, a man who acted like he was nice, and he was a doctor!

He gave her his card. "I'm not recruiting, because I can see your feet are perfect. My loss."

He WAS flirting with her. "You're too kind. Well, I sort of do owe you. You did come to my rescue, after all."

He had a chance. "Would that be enough to get a chance to take you to dinner some time? As long as your boyfriend doesn't object, of course."

She thought, Okay, girl. Here it is. Your move. "I don't have a boyfriend, and I think I'd like dinner with you. It's the least I can do for not ratting me out."

"If that's all it took; I'll be very happy to repay you. How about tomorrow night at 7 P.M.? We can meet at this restaurant if you wish."

He gave her the name of a very nice restaurant in the area. She gave him her phone number and promised to be there.

She left the office in a cloud. She had been going to doctor's offices for five years, and this was the first one she might actually consider dating. Most are arrogant and self-assured, even cocky. She decided he would at least get the opportunity to bust the stereotype.

Chase sat in his chair after she left, and wondered what had just happened? I mean, she is beautiful, and he liked her spirit. He had dated a couple of Latinas in college, and he liked their self-assurance. They were also close with their friends and family. There was always someone around to watch out for them.

That night, he went to sleep with her eyes in his mind. She went to sleep with the feeling of his hand in hers, and the look in his eyes.

She arrived early to find him already there. She had tried on most of what she had to wear. Nothing jumped out at her. She didn't think she had a beautiful body, and her face hadn't impressed many of the boys in Cal State Fullerton when she was in college. She finally landed on the dress she had worn under her gown when she graduated from Fullerton.

Chase smiled at her when she arrived and held her chair out for her. He thought she was very pretty, and the dress highlighted her face and eyes. "You look lovely this evening, Angel. May I call you Angel?"

"Of course, if I can call you Chase?"

"It sounds so nice how you say it." She blushed a little when he smiled at her. His eyes flashed within his smile.

"Have you eaten here before?"

"Once or twice. It's not much fun alone. I can already tell it'll be much better with good company."

They ordered their meals, and talked about their lives; what they wanted, where they were going, and their families. By the time dessert was served, they each had a good idea of what makes the other tick.

The restaurant had a nice outdoor seating area off the bar, and he invited her to sit there with him. They only sipped a glass of wine while they talked. They talked for a couple of hours, until it was getting late.

"I'm sorry, Chase. I need to get going. I have an early day tomorrow."

They stood up. "Of course. Let me walk you out. I hope you will let me see you again. I've had a wonderful evening."

She smiled at him, and when the valet brought her the car, she hugged him. He held on for a second longer before he let her go. "I'll call you, I promise."

Chase gave the valet his ticket and sat down to watch her drive away. This woman was special. He was intrigued.

As Angel drove away, she could see him in the rear-view mirror. She had to be careful not to stare too long in the mirror. In that moment she decided she wanted to sleep with that man. She wanted to know if he really was what he appears. The best way to do that is to give him what he thinks he wants and find out how he reacts afterwards. It is the true test of any man.

Chase called her two days later to ask if she would like to go to a vineyard for a wine tasting. He explained he had a friend that owned a vineyard and was having a big tasting to unveil this year's edition of his red wine. She said she'd love to go.

She thought this was perfect. She would bring a little night bag in case he had plans for a long weekend. She wanted to see how he handled it, what he took for granted, and how he let her make her decision.

He picked her up at her apartment complex early Saturday morning. He did notice she had brought a small bag. It excited him, but he had to be careful not to assume anything. He had asked his friend for two rooms at the small inn. He hoped they wouldn't need the second room, but that would be entirely up to her.

"You are a beautiful sight this morning. Like a breath of fresh air."

She smiled. He was working it. If only he knew he would get lucky tonight. She just hoped he wasn't assuming it.

"You're very kind, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Now, if we're through with the mutual admiration society, what are the plans for today?"

Chase laughed. "Guilty, as charged. The party is tonight at five. I've booked two rooms for us. We are going to stay until tomorrow, if that is okay with you?"

"Sounds like fun." He was being careful and taking nothing for granted. She liked that very much. She smiled to herself. That sealed it. He was getting lucky tonight. She relaxed a little and enjoyed the trip to wine country. They arrived a little after noon and checked into their rooms.

He introduced Angel to Winston Walker, his wine-making friend. "So, this is the woman that has captivated your soul? I can see why. You are divine-looking, my lady." He kissed her hand and bowed.

Angel blushed. He was doing his part for his friend. Maybe everyone will calm down tomorrow after she sleeps with him tonight.

Walker took them on a tour of his bottling company and his vineyards. They got back around 3:30, and they went to their own rooms to get dressed and freshen up.

Chase knocked on her door at 4:30 to take her to the party. She wasn't quite ready, but was decent, and allowed him to sit in the room while she was in the bathroom finishing up. "Take your time, Angel. We are early, and I'm not in any rush."

She was almost ready, but she didn't hurry. Let him sit for a couple of minutes. She was sure he wouldn't mind now. When she came out of the bathroom, she had to admit to herself, she would never look better than she did at that moment. Even if she walked down an aisle someday, she didn't think she would look any better than now.

This time, he didn't try to flatter her. She could tell he really was speechless. When he blurted out. "My God.", she actually blushed.

"I'm sorry, but you are perfect, and that is no bullshit."

Her dress fit her like a glove. It highlighted her breasts and had a slit up on each side. She purchased this dress after their first date. This was the one she hoped would entice him, and by his reaction, it had.

When Walker saw them come into the room, he hurried over to them. "Okay, now, don't get mad, but that dress is a keeper." She smiled sweetly and looked at Chase. He was holding her hand, and didn't look like he was going to let it go anytime soon.

They went to the appetizers and got a plate. He carried her plate with his, and she got their drinks. They sat at their table and just talked while snacking until Winston started the show.

After his little speech, his employees distributed a bottle of his new wine to each table and couple. When they had all poured a glass, he toasted his friends and the new wine. It was a good evening. After that, they served the meal. It was a great meal, and the wine flowed.

Angel didn't drink too much. She had more important business that night, and she wanted to be sharp. To her, Chase seemed to also be careful. When she looked into his eyes, she thought she could see a common plan for that night. She was convinced he was ready for them to spend the night together and was waiting for her to tell him.

Finally, at ten P.M., she asked if they could leave. He took her by the hand, and they walked into the night air. It was cool, and she thought it made for a romantic setting.

When they got to their rooms, she stepped up and kissed him. She then took his hand and led him to her room. "Please make love to me." She whispered into his ear. He picked her up and carried her across the doorway into her room.

"It would be my upmost honor to make love to you. I've dreamed of it since that first day at the office. You are beautiful, and don't suffer fools quietly." He sat her down on the bed.

She got up, kissed him, and went into the bathroom. He took the time he had to get undressed and into bed. They didn't need the wine in the room. They were softened up enough. He had brought condoms, but he didn't want to make her think he expected this.

She finally came out of the bathroom wearing a lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. He just stared at her. She was perfect. She had breasts that were big enough but were perky enough to stand on their own. Her nipples were pushing out of the sheer fabric. The lingerie barely covered her crotch or ass.

He let out a breath. "I can promise you; I will have this picture in my mind until the day I die."

He pulled the covers back and she climbed into bed beside him. He took her in his arms, and they kissed, long and slow. She took his hand and put it on one of her breasts. He squeezed it gently and began massaging it through the fabric. After a couple of minutes, she sat up and removed the lingerie. It had served its purpose, and now it was just in the way. She lay back down, and Chase propped himself up on one elbow and just looked down on her. "You are more than I could have asked for. I will do whatever I can to make you happy, tonight, and going forward." He stared into her eyes. Her dark brown hair circled her face perfectly. "Your mother named you perfectly. You are an angel." He bent down and kissed her hard. They embraced for a few minutes until, finally, he was ready to move forward.

She was surprised when he moved down her body, kissing it as he went, until his head was between her legs. She spread her legs to give him room, and he began working on her. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt like this, and it was only getting better. He seemed to be in no hurry. If he didn't stop, she might come like this.

She tapped his ass, and he looked up. "I'm hot, and I want my first orgasm with you to be with you inside me, please."

He smiled "As you wish, my lady.", and turned around. He put a condom on. When he was between her legs, he picked her legs up by the ankles and spread them wide. The sight of him holding her up and splitting her in two was the last thing she saw. She closed her eyes and let him do as he wished. She didn't feel him kissing her feet and big toe. She only felt him when he entered her. He was bigger than average, and he had to work himself into her slowly. She tried to relax enough to allow him in.

When she was ready, he began to stroke her slowly, in and out. She threw her arms above her head and enjoyed his efforts. Her first orgasm came before he had begun to speed up his rhythm. It rolled over her in waves, and she let it. She finally reached up, grabbed him and pulled him down on her. He put his arms down beside her to keep his weight off her. She opened her eyes to see him towering over her and her legs barely visible behind him. He was heating up, and he continued pounding her vagina. She could see the determination in his eyes. He was growling and taking what he wanted. She closed her eyes again and let him have it all. When he finally came, it brought her to another, bigger orgasm. He fell on top of her as she shook under him. He put his head down beside her face and enjoyed her body under him. She put her legs down and rested. She wasn't in any hurry for him to move. She loved him on top of her, dominating her after he had taken what he wanted. The feelings of satisfying him gave her the warmest feelings she could remember ever having.

He finally opened his eyes and looked into hers. "My love, you are amazing. That was the best I've had that I can remember. Your body is perfect."

He started to move off her, but she caught him and would only let him move partially off her. She wanted him on top of her, maybe not entirely, but she wanted to feel him over her. He smiled at her and laid his head on her breasts. She put her arms around him and held on tight.

After a few minutes, he removed the condom, pulled the covers over the two of them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Angel awoke to find Chase was down on her again. He had his head buried between her legs, and she was delirious with pleasure. She came before she even realized she was that close. When he saw her shaking, he stopped. She felt him massaging her feet, and when she opened her eyes, she saw him smelling the soles of her feet. He smiled at her and licked the bottom of her soles. She was a little ticklish but was able to remain still as he enjoyed her feet. She hadn't experienced anything like that before, but it felt okay. She would have to ask him about it later. She held her hands out to him and when he started to get a condom, she stopped him. "It's okay. I'm not close."

He smiled and climbed back in bed. He asked her to get on her knees, and she giggled as she did so. He moved behind her and patted her ass. She was wet and ready for him and shook her ass in his face. He slapped her ass, said. "Be still, bitch, while I mount you."

Those words alone almost brought her to climax again. When he thrust into her hard and began fucking her while he towered over her back, she lost it. Her climax was stronger and longer than any she had since they started last night. When she finished, she collapsed onto the bed. He had to follow her down as he was fucking her. He re-entered her and continued while she lay there, panting slightly. She enjoyed the feeling of him inside her. He was large enough and knew what to do enough that she felt he had filled her body with his manhood. He came quickly, and after he was finished, he just lay down on top of her.

The two of them lay there, exhausted. After several minutes, he rolled off her and got up. "Sweetheart, I will remember this day for the rest of my life." He reached down and kissed her. "I'm going to my room to take a shower and get dressed. I'll come back here when I'm ready."

She nodded and closed her eyes as he left. She could smell him in the sheets, and she wasn't in any hurry to get up.

She barely was able to get ready by the time he knocked on her door. He dropped his bag on the floor and sat down in one of the chairs. He pulled her down on his lap and kissed her. "I truly hope this is the start of something wonderful."

She whispered into his ear. "You already have my heart. You may have my body any time you wish." He saw the gleam in her eyes and hugged her hard.

It was done. They were together. They both knew it and loved it.

He took her home later that day and promised to call her later.