Mrs Shalini My Foot

I met Saurabh after a span of ten years. It was a coincidence that I met him at the airport while I was on my way to attend a seminar being held at Kochi. My flight was delayed, and I had been waiting in the lounge, killing time. He stood in front of me, looking surprised, "Mayur! What are you doing here?"

Well, oddly I would have responded, "Oh! My dear friend, are you the only one who travels to places," but what came out of my mouth was a mediocre follow-on, "Saurabh!! After a long time, what are you doing here?"

We were neighbors and good friends who were studying in the same college. He and his family had relocated from the United States of America, twelve years ago. Saurabh was a bright student, and we had graduated together. In fact, I still remember the night when we two friends had gone out directly from graduation degree award ceremony to party with all our friends who were willing to spend time together. During those days, it was all about discussing what we could not get, mostly girls, where we would go next, which was mostly join the corporate world, and when will we get laid. The last part was the toughest part because I was very reserved and introverted when it came down to talking to girls. Do not get me wrong, I can talk to girls, but I would feel shy about talking very openly and that too about getting laid. For me, even if I could get a kiss, or some amount of petting, which I had heard other guys in our college had indulged in, would have been good enough. So drinking was a common denominator for us to talk about different numerators that we were running for in life.

"Whiskey with soda?" asked Saurabh. "Old memories, my friend. I know you do not like to pay for your booze, but do not worry, this would be from me."

It is true that I was a miser when it came down to spending hard-earned money on booze. It did not sit well in my upbringing. It was considered sinful to even think about booze, forget the next steps about buying and having it. That was the reason, I was never good at managing my drink, just like the getting laid concept with girls. It was a sin to touch a girl, forget the next steps even kissing or petting thoughts that I would fancy getting during college days. Life had changed but now it was more focused on the job and my family was in an overdrive to find a suitable bride of their choice, one who, according to my estimate, was a lady who would stay home and take diligent care of them. No one was thinking about me, at least in the family and here I meet Saurabh, who remembers what I sin on.

I nodded in agreement and said, "Only if you are going to have rum and coke like the old times."

"Cheers," we said to each other and clinched our glasses. We were chatting about our old days of college and then about the first jobs we got and how with his father's transfer, he and his family had to relocate again. After a healthy round of talks, which also led to a few more pegs of hard drinks getting into us, Saurabh and I both got dizzy. Again, this was not the first time. We had been like this, dizzy with drinking whenever we went out. Most of the time, we would fall asleep in the taxi which Saurabh used to pay for and take me along to drop me to my home and then go to his own home which was separated by just a common wall.

This day was no different, we were both in stupor on two lounge chairs separated by a side table which had the glasses of our conquest.

I liked Saurabh because he was more than a friend to me. He would always be the big brother who I never had. I would help him academically and he would take care of most of all the things which were monetarily possible. I had become good friends with his mother, Mrs. Shalini Gupta. I would be the one who would do their household chores of getting bread, essentials and anything that was needed on an urgent basis. I was their personal delivery man, who would go out running and taking care of the things. And why not, Mrs. Shalini had taken care of me many times when Saurabh and I were so sloshed that Saurabh would take me to his home and we both would crash on the sofa in the living room.

I would not remember exactly when, but one time, I woke up when I felt warm and wet around my feet. The feeling was remarkably close to having peed in my pants with my flaccid penis feeling warm and wet. When I opened my eyes, I could see Mrs. Shalini washing my feet and my toes wearing her night gown in which she looked fabulous. Finding my eyes looking at her, she smiled and raised my leg and placed it on the sofa. She was using the towel to dry my feet. She looked in my eyes deeply as if she had been waiting for this moment for an exceedingly long time and then she did what I had never thought about. She opened her mouth and took my big toe completely inside. I could feel the wetness and her tongue playing with the sole of the big toe and tender wetness settling around the base of the big toe. She told me,

"Relax, Mayur. You would come to enjoy this. Close your eyes and drown in the feeling."

I could not figure out if I was still in stupor or if this was happening in real. I was already drowning in the feeling, and I was not willing to close my eyes. Our eyes kept looking at each other as I felt she move her mouth kissing and taking each toe in her hot wet mouth and making me go crazy. She also focused and used her tongue to lick between the toes. This was most delicate and erotic because no one, not even me, had ever done this.

I started getting hard. I took Mrs. Shalini's hand from the sofa and placed it on my crotch. She instantly took it away at the touch of my erected penis, but she kept licking and sucking my toes. It was so erotic that I was in heaven. My virgin penis was so hard that I had to try and ask her to be more accommodating. I took Mrs. Shalini's hand this time, placed it hard on my crotch, making her feel my hardness and the length through my pants. Mrs. Shalini caressed my erection for a while and then she pulled her hand off my crotch again. She stopped sucking my toes and told me in a whispering tone, "If you have to masturbate to calm yourself, you can go ahead while I concentrate on your lovely feet."

Because of my upbringing and my introvert nature, I had never ever exposed my penis other than to myself. I was feeling shy but then the erection was real and the way she was still wetting and pleasuring the gap between my feet, it was very ecstatic. I finally grew bold and unzipped my pants. That was not enough. My erection was stuck in my underwear and my penis was truly wet and sticky with the pre-cum that had accumulated around the penis head. I unbuttoned my jeans and raised my buttocks, so that I could get my jeans down to my thighs. I also pulled down my underwear.

Mrs. Shalini looked at my erect penis and smiled with her eyes. I was hoping that she would help. I had taken an excessively big bold step of exposing myself, hoping Mrs. Shalini would do more than just watch me. It was risky too, considering Saurabh may be around. I looked around as an afterthought and found no one around. I held the shaft and started to shake it slowly. I was timing the movement of my masturbatory strokes with her suction and relaxation around my toes. As the pre-cum oozed out even more, I started aligning my penis with my big toe and when she sucked the big toe, I imagined that she was taking my penis in her mouth. She was looking at me and playing with me. This went on for a while when I politely again asked,

"Can you at least help me with your hand, to make me cum?"

Mrs. Shalini looked in my eyes and she declined. I was getting mixed signals. While she was fine with me exposing and masturbating, she was neither willing to touch me nor give me a hand job for relief. I again asked her,

"Can you take off your night gown?"

She said, "Ok, but promise me that you would not touch or ask for anything else."

I was in no state to do anything else. I simply nodded. Mrs. Shalini stood up and bent to raise her nightgown. When she had raised it to her waist, I could see her black colored panties contrasting sharply with her fair skin. There was a big wet patch on her panties which was indicator of her pleasure. When she had raised her nightgown over her head, I was expecting a matching bra, but to my surprise, she was wearing none. Her medium sized breasts with erect dark brown nipples were exposed, pointing and looking in slightly different directions from my straight face. I had unknowingly increased the pace of my masturbation and was nearly beating the shit out of my erect penis.

Mrs. Shalini held her breasts and squeezed them in her hands as if offering it to me. She bent down still holding her breasts and her eyes locked with me, she again got engrossed in sucking my toes. I was remarkably close to my peak. I looked at her eyes and I lost my senses. I came. To my surprise, Mrs. Shalini stood up and she pushed my other hand as a cup so that I could capture the spurts of the hot semen. This was one of the best orgasms, that I have had for a long time. I would have spurted four five big spurts, and all were captured in my cupped hand. Some overflowed and started spilling. Mrs. Shalini extended her hand and caught it. She did not allow it to spill. I was drowsy again and my eyes voluntarily started shutting along with my brain as if I was falling asleep. Before I was asleep, I felt Mrs. Shalini had taken my semen from my hand and rubbed it all on my feet and toes. I freaked out and started kicking her away.

She was shaking my shoulders, trying to awaken me from the deep sleep that had somehow taken me in its stroll. When I opened my eyes, I was still kicking, and my toes were feeling wet and sticky. When I looked at my toes, I was surprised that Mrs. Shalini had helped me put on the sneakers. My penis was flaccid and still wet from what had transpired though it was packed in my jeans pant. Then finally I looked up at the shaking hand and expecting Mrs. Shalini to tell me, "Wake up! You are going to get caught!", I saw Saurabh shaking my shoulder saying, "Wake up! You are going to miss your flight!"

I started running all sweaty and still trying to think, was it just a dream or something that had really happened.