I pulled my jacket a little closer to myself as I walked through the cold winter night on the way over to my girlfriend's house. The wind howled through the leafless branches on the trees above, and I could feel the chill cut through my clothes.
"Damn, it's cold," I thought, as I picked up my pace. I was on my way over to say hello to Melissa's friends, who would be hanging out with her tonight. It made me a little jealous, but there were times when I wanted to hang out with my friends, too.
I let myself in the front door, since it was late enough that Melissa's parents would be asleep. I slipped my athletic shoes off while standing in the foyer, placing them next to the other shoes lined up against the wall. Melissa's mom liked to keep her carpets clean, so everyone had to walk around barefoot or in socks, which made the house a great place for a foot fetishist like myself.
I shrugged out of my coat and I proceeded down the hallway in my socked feet, padding quietly along the carpeted floor. As I got closer, I could hear girls' voices coming from Melissa's room, complete with the occasional giggle.
"So, Melissa, what is this Jon guy like? You guys getting it on yet?" said a voice that drifted into the hallway.
"Oh, yeah," I heard my girlfriend reply. "It was amazing! He is something else, I can tell you that."
"Is he really big?" another girl asked.
"Well, he's not really long," Melissa responded. "But he's really big around. I could barely fit him in my mouth!"
"Ewww! You went down on him?" a third girl said with disgust. "That's totally gross!"
"No, it was really cool," Melissa assured her friend. "He totally got off on it, and it felt kind of neat. Kind of salty."
That a girl, I thought, as my girlfriend bragged about me to her friends. I guess I should quit eavesdropping, though. So I turned and walked to the beginning of the hallway and then walked back to Melissa's room, this time taking heavier steps that announced my approach. This time, no one was talking when I got to the door and knocked.
Melissa opened the door into her room, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips with a "hey, babe". Then she took me by the hand and led me into the room.
"Everyone, this is my boyfriend Jon," she said. "Jon, these are my friends Brigitte, Teresa, Angela and Maggie."
I nodded and waved to the girls in the room, who were curled up on the floor with pillows and blankets. As I looked at them, I realized they were all wearing pajamas or other suitable sleeping clothes. Then I noticed that Melissa was wearing her usual button-down shirt and socks that she wore to bed. This is a slumber party, I thought, with not two or three but five hot girls wearing pajamas and socks! My dreams might have come true.
I took another look at all of the girls. Brigitte was wearing a dark blue pajama shirt and shorts, and had on blue striped thin polyester dress socks that showed off her long, slender feet. Teresa was wearing flannel pajamas with white dress socks, the kind with the gold toe. Maggie was wearing a long sleeping shirt with Winnie the Pooh on it, and she had on white cotton tube socks. Like the over-the-calf tube socks I was wearing, she had hers pushed down to about halfway up her calf.
But Angela was wearing the hottest outfit of anyone. She was wearing gray compression shorts and a matching gray sports bra that showed off her ample C-cup bosom. Her feet were clad in white athletic crew socks with a gray heel and toe.
As I looked at each girl, I felt my cock stir in my sweatpants. By the time I got to Angela, I was close to a full erection. Jeez, I thought, I hope Melissa doesn't notice! My girlfriend led me by the hand over to her bed, where we both sat down.
"Okay girls, Jon can stay a little while, but we're going to put him to work," Melissa said with a sly look on her face. I wonder what she had in mind, I thought.
"Now, I want you to give each of us one of your world-class foot rubs," she finished, winking at me. "It's just not fair that I'm the only one that gets to enjoy your amazing hands, so I want to spread some of the joy."
Oh, crap, I thought. Melissa knows exactly what she's doing. She knows how much I get off on women in socks! Now I would have a really hard time concealing my hard-on.
"Brigitte, you're first," Melissa said, then got up from the bed and gestured for her to sit down next to me.
I got a better look at Brigitte as she came over and sat down beside me, swinging her legs up onto the bed to give me access to her feet. She was somewhat taller than average, with dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. She had long, thin legs and feet that matched.
I took her feet into my hands and began to rub gently on the soles to loosen up her muscles. Her soft striped socks felt almost silky in my hands, and the feeling caused my dick to swell inside my pants. I kneaded the tense areas of her feet with my thumbs, and squeezed her heels with my strong grip, evoking a quiet moan from her lips. She leaned back and rested on her hands, flexing her feet while I continued working. I finished up by concentrating on her arches, running my fingers along her insoles. As I did that I felt her entire body shiver, and she moaned again, louder this time. That seemed to bring her out of her trance, and she pulled her legs away from me and excused herself from the bed.