Note from author: Since publishing the last story, which was my first foray into erotic writing, it has come to my attention that Puerto Rico is a US territory and so the concept of Camila needing working rights etc is obsolete. Hence, I have substituted Puerto Rico for Colombia in the sequels. Hope you enjoy:
It had initially been a struggle to get Camila to agree to sleep in my bed. However, I convinced her that my only designs were on her feet and apart from pleasuring me using those and her hands, no other sexual duties would be expected of her. This worked out well; we slept head to toe meaning that I had the pleasure of sniffing and worshipping her feet whenever I wanted. If I woke in the night, I would be met with the aroma of her sweetly scented feet and would begin kissing and sucking them with impunity. This would usually wake her up and, in these instances, I would demand a handjob at the same time which would promptly send me back to sleep.
Every morning, I was greeted by the incredible sight of the sunlight penetrating through the blinds on to her gorgeous, caramel-brown feet and there was a shine to the bright red of her toenail polish that drove me into a frenzy. It took a while for me to realise that this was my new normal and not, in fact, a dream. I would spend the first half an hour of my day making the most of this amazing opportunity and this consisted of a passionate and steamy session of foot worship, kissing, licking and sucking her toes, that always culminated in a footjob or handjob. Camila displayed an air of indifference during these experiences; it seemed that she did not enjoy them, but equally, did not particularly dislike them and generally turned her attention away until I made it clear that I wanted finishing off by either her hands or feet.
After she meticulously cleaned up my mess, she arose from bed and commenced her housekeeping duties. I began my day shortly after and this started with a breakfast that she had prepared for me. This would vary day by day (she was an excellent cook) and, more often than not, she would knock up something of a sweet, rather than savoury, nature; including items such as pancakes and waffles with fresh fruits, cream and syrups. These occasions were unquestionably my favourites as I would insist on her sitting on the breakfast bar placing her feet directly into my dish. I would then enjoy my breakfast even more as it was squished around by her large (size eight), tanned feet and I particularly enjoyed squirting whipped cream directly from the canister on to her perfectly painted red toenails and licking it off them one by one. I had long since given up on looking after my weight and physical appearance so this practice of ours soon became a daily ritual.
As a retiree, I usually spend my days enjoying my hobbies which include reading, writing and watching TV with frequent breaks to interrupt Camila from her housekeeping duties in order to utilise her services. I estimate that I disrupt her at least six or seven times in the course of her working day in order to enjoy her feet and, sometimes, hands.
My daily routine also includes a walk in the local woods in the afternoon and I always insist that she accompanies me for this. I demand that she takes my arm during our stroll and the satisfaction I get from seeing the bewildered, and often aghast, looks we receive from passers-by cannot be surpassed. I mean who can blame them; it is certainly a bizarre sight to see a fat, unattractive and unkempt old man with an absolute beauty of a Latina milf on his arm. She wears her sneakers for the walk due to the trail being muddy and as soon as we arrive back home, she removes those and her socks, and I enjoy the pungent odour of her fresh sweat. I lick her feet clean starting with her toes, ensuring that my tongue reaches every drop of sweat between them, and making my way over the top of her foot before finishing off by getting into every crevice of her wrinkled soles.
Our routine continued like this for several weeks, and although I cannot express in words how much I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I was a man of my word, though, and had agreed with Camila that her duties extended to include anything I wanted with her feet (and hands) but nothing further than that. However, a golden opportunity soon presented itself, during one of our morning foot worship sessions with the toes of her left foot deep into my mouth. Camila disturbed me to tentatively ask:
"Mr Harris... can I have favour?"
I looked up, a little perturbed that she had chosen this moment to broach the subject, but curious:
"What can I do for you Camila?"
"I need advance on my wages. My daughter has entrance exam for American college and the fee is very high."
"I'm sorry Camila, your wage is already very reasonable and how do I know you won't take the advance and run off back to Colombia?". This was a genuine concern as I was paying her in cash, to avoid being detected by the immigration service, and it was clear she wasn't here for my looks.
"No mister, I need this job, I need the money. Please you give me advance and I work it off, I promise!"
