Part 2: Black and White and Cum all Over
After the encounter described in Part 1, our relationship returned to what it was before - that of friendly neighbors who did (non-sexual) favors for one another. Nothing was said about it, but there was an undercurrent to our interactions that had not been there before. I would catch her posing her feet for me, and we would toss the occasional double-entendre around but we never took it past the point of a generic tease. I dreamt of her constantly; I wanted an answer to my question and I wanted to see her again. These dreams were even more vivid when I had smoked a bowl or two.
We had just passed each other in the hall and I'd probably looked at her feet a bit too long - but she had the same ASICs she'd had on before and light blue ankle socks - and her legs were bare to her short-shorts and I could not help myself.
"I twisted my ankle yesterday and I could sure use a footrub! I have a date tonight and we're supposed to go to a club so I will have to wear my heels and..."
"No problem," I replied. I hoped my disappointment over her date wasn't too obvious in light of the fact that I'd likely be left with a set of blue balls after her massage. "What time?"
She reached for her phone and texted the guy she was meeting... "It's a go! I think he's jealous! How about 6?"
CJ, her date for the evening, replied almost immediately, "6 will be fine. I will be there at 5:30. I hope he is as submissive as you think he is!" She looked out of the corner of her eye, saw me standing there with my cock hard staring at her shoes as she absentmindedly slipped the heel on..off..on..off... and replied, "No, that won't be a problem"
She turned to me and said, "How about 6?"
"Perfect! I'll be there!"
Just as we were walking away from each other, she turned and said, "Now, no masturbating! You'll need your balls to be full tonight. You won't be cumming but I want you horny. I've noticed your massages are longer and better when you want to fuck me. If you do it how I want it done, I might let you relieve that pressure."
"OK, Janice see you at 6" I said, and I headed off to work.
Now, keep in mind that the whole part about this being preplanned to include CJ was not known to me at the time. I was not privy to the texts and did not expect to meet him. I thought we'd get together, I'd rub her feet, then we'd go our separate ways and she'd fuck him while I jacked off.
Traffic was a bitch getting there; even Omaha has a rush hour. I arrived about 6:15, after having called her to no avail. I rang the bell and after forever, she answered. She had a glass in one hand and handed me a glass, and said,
"Come on in! Better late than never, I guess!"
I followed her around the corner, still in her ASICs and blue socks, into her living room and man was I surprised to see another guy sitting there!
"This is CJ. He came to pick me up for our date but you were late. I need you to rub my feet like you promised and help me change my shoes so CJ and I can go out."
I was more than a little freaked out by all this; I'd expected it to be like last time and I was not at all comfortable getting into my foot fetish with another guy there; much less a big black guy!
Janice sensed my dismay - "CJ doesn't care about you rubbing my feet - he likes my feet too, don't you CJ?"
"Damn straight! If you're not going to rub them I will!"
I was somewhat surprised at my reply - "Well, she has two feet, doesn't she?"