Tanya had kept her word. After she'd let me know that she was visiting relatives in the area, I'd jumped at the chance to invite her to my modest two-bedroom apartment.
This couldn't have been more different from our previous encounter, when she'd stolen away during her lunch break for a quickie in a budget hotel room a couple of months ago. Now we had a lot more time to do whatever we wanted and go wherever the mood took us. We both knew roughly where that would be!
"Have you always had a foot fetish?" she asked as she sipped the cup of tea I'd made her, sitting next to me on my plush sofa.
"I'm not sure," I answered, "but I've always been turned on by feet, right from when I first was interested in women."
She nodded. "It's not that uncommon, is it?"
"No, I think it's one in six of us with a foot fetish."
"I read that too somewhere. That means you can't be the only person to have lusted after these," she giggled as she waved her feet in the air.
"I suppose not," I added, smiling - however many people had fantasised about Tanya's feet, I was the only one getting up close and personal with them.
She slipped off her black boots, laying them carefully on the floor, before peeling off short white socks. "Want to sniff them?" she asked as she offered them towards my face.
"No, thanks," I told her. "I prefer the real thing!"
She'd obviously done her research. "I read about foot smelling and people selling used socks online. It's a whole new world!"
"One you want to get into?" I ventured.
"Maybe," she smiled. "But I might need some help!"
I smiled back at her before fixing my gaze on her feet. She'd painted her toenails a bright red colour. Bold, I thought.
We hadn't discussed beforehand what we'd this meeting would involve. We didn't now, either. I knew she knew her feet drove me wild and I knew she loved the attention I gave her.
So when she eased her feet into my lap it felt like the most natural thing in the world. She was still drinking her tea as I started to gently massage her soles, pressing my thumbs into the balls of her feet and kneading her heels with my knuckles.
I've always enjoyed giving foot massages, particularly if it leads to something much more fun later on. It's like my hands can sample what my mouth and cock get to play with later on. Plus, handling Tanya's feet - and anybody's, to be honest - was a surefire way to get my dick hard.
Her feet were a little warm and her wide soles were soft to the touch. As I worked my fingers and thumbs in circular motions around the base of her right foot, she sat the other one on top of my prick. She smiled as she felt its firmness against her toes.
"Someone's ready to play," she gasped.
As she slowly moved her toes up and down my dick - now sticking out inside my trousers - I clasped her foot against my face, kissing her heel. Gentle kisses to start with gave way to a full-on French kiss as I got as much of it in my mouth as I could.