It was too damn hot for golf. Way too hot, thought Rick, as he got out of his car outside his golf buddy's posh, private house on the hill. To spend the day sweating one's ass off on a golf course instead of sipping ice-cold vodkas, wearing as little as possible, by the pool would be a sacrilege of sorts. He hoped Jon was of the same opinion on this sweltering summer Saturday morning.
Rick pressed the doorbuzzer and slipped his sunglasses onto his head. Jon had a beautiful, expensive home; a parking area for up to ten vehicles lay at the top of a lush, green driveway – accessible only through the large buzzer entry gates at the foot of the hill. Suzannah had opened the gates for him only moments ago, and already Rick was thinking about all the things he would like to do to her.
Suzannah. Jon's hot, long-legged, large-breasted brunette wife of three years. Rick fantasised endlessly about her – her gorgeous long dark brown hair, her beautiful bedroom-blue eyes, that smooth, warm olive skin of hers, the thought of which against his own naked skin fuelled many of Rick's fevered jerk-off sessions. But it was those long, silky legs of hers, and those sexy soles and toes that really made Rick hot. He was a bona fide foot fucker through and through. A complete and utter foot addict. Suzannah had the most unbelievably sexy feet he had ever seen. On many occasions, when Rick was waiting for Jon to stop pissing around in his study and go to golf with him, he had had the extreme pleasure of the sight of Suze's bare feet. Whether she was sunbathing (she only ever wore a tiny thong and no top, much to Rick's delight) or just barefooting around the house, Rick would try to get as close to those tootsies as he could, his cock suddenly pulsing with life in his pants at the sight before him. It was his ambition to have those feet one day.
The door of the house opened and Rick was pleased to see that it was indeed Suzannah. "Oh hi, Rick," she greeted him, smiling.
"Hey Suze, how's things?" he replied, instantly noticing the sexy, tight little white T-shirt and skintight denims she was wearing.
"Yeah, I'm good thanks! Would you like to come in?"
I thought you'd never ask, Rick thought to himself as she opened wide the large wooden front door to allow him in.
"I'm sorry, but Jon has had to go into work this morning," Suzannah said, apologetically, ushering her guest through to the wide, spacious kitchen of the house. "He thought he would have been back by now. Hasn't he called you?"
"'Fraid not," Rick replied, "C'mon, you know Jon! Calling ahead would have been just too organised now, wouldn't it?"
They both laughed. Rick delighted to see that Suzannah was, as usual, barefoot. Oh, those toes! He glanced down at her feet and relished the electric-blue of her nail varnish, so perfectly applied. There was only inch after inch of smooth, wrinkled sole, perfect ankle and manicured toe.
He must have savoured that image for a second too long, he thought, as Suzannah curiously followed his downward gaze. Did she know?
"Anyway," she began, looking up at him once more, "I have to run out quickly to our neighbours' place up the road. Make yourself at home, Rick, there's plenty of cold juice in the fridge. I'm sure Jon will be home very soon."
"Sounds good," Rick replied, his mind trying not to focus on the thought of just dropping to his knees there in the kitchen and kissing those toes of hers. "I'll go turn on the TV and wait for Jon." Suzannah left and, after a second, (presumably, Rick thought, to slip some sort of sweet little shoes on those hot feet of hers) he heard the front door close.
The fridge was, as promised, well stocked with cold beverages; beers, orange juice and iced teas galore. He took a bottle of O.J. and closed the door.
The hard-on in his underwear was getting more and more impatient. His resistance to his desires of Suzannah's feet was weakening, and soon he would have to have them all to himself to do what he pleased – whether with her consent or without it. That notion alone gave him an erection he could not easily disguise.
Fuck it, he thought. He put down the unopened bottle on the worktop and headed for the upstairs bathroom to take the situation in hand.
At the top of the stairs, facing him, was Suze and Jon's main bath and shower room. Just as he was about to open the door, he noticed something to his immediate left. The laundry basket. He stopped, his heart racing. He removed the lid.
The large, wicker basket was full of Jon and Suzannah's dirty clothes, but mostly Suzannah's. There were bras, g-string panties and blouses. But at the top of the pile, there were stockings, pantyhose and little white socks, all bearing the wonderful aroma of Suze's feet.
Rick grinned with an almost disbeliving delight as he lifted one of the silky stockings from the pile. His fingers caressed the gossamer material lovingly, as if the stocking were an extension of Suzannah's skin. He lifted the stocking to his face; the sensation sending ripples of arousal through him. His right hand was already rubbing his over-excited cock through the fabric of his trousers as he brushed the stocking over his mouth and nose. He pressed where her toes had been to his nose and inhaled the scent of her. Had she been wearing heels that day, he wondered, breathing deeply the strong sweet smell of her foot odour. Evidently, she had been on her feet for a large portion of the day, perhaps choosing to slip her shoes off now and then at work to cool those tired soles. Did some male colleague notice this and secretly ache to bury his face in the soles of her stockinged feet, tasting and smelling, before making her footfuck him right there in the office? Did some hot little secretary see Suzannah's delicious feet and fantasise about feeling those toes on her excited little clit, orgasming at the thrill of sucking her boss's feet and pussy in the one afternoon?
Before he knew it, Rick had slipped the stocking over his now-exposed erect dick and had pulled the garment all the way down his shaft and over his balls. His cock now glistened with pre-cum at the most aromatic tip of her stocking, where her toes had previously been for long hours. He jerked his fat cock excitedly into the wrinkled silk, holding the other one to his nose to savour again the scent of her toes and soles.
"Making yourself at home I see!" a voice said from over his shoulder.
