The thumping bass sound announced the approach of Miguel's car long before Damon saw it come around the corner and pull up to the side of the basketball court. Damon took one last shot, banking the ball off the backboard and through the hoop before jogging over to the high chain link fence surrounding the court where Miguel's car sat on the other side. The passengers side window of Miguel's Camry slid down and Luke leaned out.
"Yo Adams ," Luke called. For as long as Damon could remember, all his friends called each other by their last names. "We're planning to go swimming at the falls. Get in and we'll swing by your place so you can get your suit. We got three cars full already, and we're all meeting at Bushy's parking lot in about twenty minutes."
Damon's face dropped, "I can't come man, I've got to be at Mrs. Robinson's place at three. She's got some work for me to do."
Miguel leaned down from the drivers seat so he could see Damon's face through the passenger window and shouted, "Dude, call the old bitch and tell you can't make it today. Tell her you'll do it tomorrow."
"I wish I could, but I can't man. I gotta take a pass today," Damon said.
"But Cara Hinkley's gonna be there, and I know damn well that you want to tap that ass," Luke said, holding his hands up while his fingers squeezed an imaginary ass.
Damon shook his head and kicked the bottom of the chain link, while the memory of Cara kissing him came to his mind. He had been interested in Cara since his junior year of high school, and had only recently gotten up the courage to talk to her at a party a few weeks ago. She had been upset with her mother because of some family drama that she wouldn't discuss, and was busy trying to drown her sorrows in peach schnapps. Figuring that since high school was finished and he had nothing to lose, Damon had told her about his feelings for her, and that was when she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't just a friendly kiss either, there was some serious passion and peach flavored alcohol behind it. Since the party, he had tried to hook up with her again but there was always something that stopped them, and now he was about to do it again. "I can't make it guys, I promised Mrs. Robinson."
"Really dude, you're gonna pass up a chance to see Cara in a bathing suit, so you can go help granny change her adult diaper?" Luke asked while behind him Miguel guffawed at the idea. Luke continued, trying to draw a picture of Cara with his words, "Just imagine that tight, sexy body in a two piece bathing suit man. Her fucking tits all up in your face dude. Those sexy bluish green eyes of hers, oh man, I'm popping wood just thinking about her, and you want to go hang with some dried up old cootch."
Damon bit his lip and suppressed the urge to defend Mrs. Robinson to his friends. They knew that he worked for the rich widow since he turned eighteen, but they had no idea what really took place there. "Look I'm sorry but, Mrs Robinson pays me good money to show up on time. She counts on me to be there, and I can't just blow her off."
From the driver seat Miguel laughed, "Yeah, I'll bet you be blowing her off. That why she pays so well?" Luke raised his hand and Miguel slapped it as they both laughed, then Luke held two spread fingers up under his mouth and flapped his tongue around, which brought on another round of laughter. "I heard she likes 'em young. See ya later sucka" Miguel called as he put the car in drive and pealed out as they continued to laugh. A moment later the booming bass began again as the car picked up speed down the road.
"Damn it," Damon mumbled to himself, then turned and headed across the court to his bike. He climbed on and pedaled the short distance to his house, where he took a shower and put on fresh clothes, then headed back out. Mrs. Julia Ann Robinson lived about a half mile away and Damon was there in minutes. He leaned his bike against the front steps, then jogged up to the front door.
Damon didn't knock anymore, instead he just opened the door and stepped into the entryway onto the small rug. Once inside, he kicked his shoes off, then reached down and removed his socks. Next he pulled his shirt over his head, carefully folded it and placed it on a low table to his left. He then unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, pulling first one leg free, then the other. Once again he carefully folded his jeans and placed them with his shirt on the table. Lastly, he removed his underwear, folded them and set them on top of his jeans.
Fully naked now, Damon got down on his hands and knees and began to crawl toward the doorway to the great room. He wondered what his friends would say if they could see him now, and shuddered at the thought of someone finding out what really went on when he was 'at work'. He let his friends make their little jokes, smiling and rolling his eyes as if he would never even consider doing anything with Mrs. Robinson. She was older than his own mother after all, and nearly old enough to be his grandmother, so why would a good looking, charismatic guy like Damon be interested in someone so much older?
As Damon came crawling around the corner and into the great room, he could hear Mrs. Robinson talking. Thinking that there was someone else in the house, Damon froze, a shiver of fear traveling up his spine as he pictured himself being spotted. Then relief flooded in as he realized that she was only chatting on the phone. Once again he began to crawl toward her voice. As he came around the edge of the sofa, she glanced up and saw him.
"I've got to let you go Bree, my houseboy is finally here," she said, staring at Damon as he crawled over to her feet. He hated being called her 'houseboy', but he didn't complain. As he reached Julia's legs, she lifted her stiletto heeled, thigh high leather boot clad left foot up in front of him.
"Oh yeah he is, he's a young, handsome stud muffin," Julia said to Bree, then, as Damon began to lower the zipper on the side of her boot, she added, "He's got a really nice cock, you should come over sometime and I'll let you try him out." Damon shot her a surprised look as he began to tug at her boot. He had never heard her tell anyone about him before, and offering his services to an unknown person was going too far.
Damon started shaking his head as Julia continued. "Sure you can come over today, but not right away though, I want my time with him first. How about you come over at...say five o'clock, that gives me a few hours to have fun with him...Okay, I'll see you then, bye." She put the phone down picked up her wine glass.
"Who is Bree?" Damon asked as he finally was able to tug her first boot off and set it on the floor behind him.
"She's a close friend of mine. Someone I trust to keep our little secret," she said as she lifted her other foot.
"I never agreed to fuck anyone else," Damon said, pulling the zipper of her boot all the way down.
"I know that dear, but I will pay you handsomely to show her a good time. How does double your usual fee sound?"
Damon tugged and twisted her boot gently until it slid free of her foot, then it joined the other behind him. "What does she look like?" he asked, ignoring for a moment the idea of making an extra two hundred dollars.
"She's a sexy woman Damon, and younger than me by about ten years. She's recently divorced, so she desperately needs something to get her mind off that drama. I think you'll like her a lot."
"I'll decide when she gets here."
Holding her stockinged foot in his hands, Damon pushed it against his face and began breathing in her scent. He could tell that she had been wearing her boots all day as the smell was strong and not very appealing, but even though the sharp odor caused him to wince, it still caused his cock to begin to swell. Damon hated that he had no control of his own body, and he was embarrassed by the fact that he did these kinky things with a woman ten years older than his own mother. That was why he kept telling himself that he only did it for the money, but he couldn't deny the fact that he received pleasure also.
"Tell me how much you like the smell of my feet," Julia said before taking another sip of wine.
"Mm, I love the smell of your feet Julia," Damon said, not really meaning it, but this was the game that they played, the game that she wanted to play, and because she was the one with the cash, it had to be. The other foot came up and he held both to his face, breathing in the foul smell. His cock had reached its full hardness already, and he couldn't tell if it was from smelling her stench, or the thought of fucking her.
"Take my stockings off, and show my feet some real love."
Her stockings were thigh high, and Damon had to slide his hands up under her skirt to find the top. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he hooked his fingertips and began to pull them down off her smooth legs. He pulled one off then went back for the second one. When both stockings were off and bunched up on the floor, he placed both of her feet back on his face covering his nose. The stench was stronger, but his cock continued to throb harder, and he didn't need to be told what to do next. Damon's tongue slipped out and he began licking her wrinkled soles.
"Oh that's wonderful boy. I've been on my feet all day in those boots and they really need some loving. Do a good job with them and I'll reward you later."
The inner battle that was going on in Damon's mind was intense, but he continued to lave her soles with his tongue, licking from the rounded bottom to the top of her toes and back again. Inside he was cursing at himself for continuing with this relationship. He was angry with himself for passing up a chance to go swimming with Cara... and for what - a chance to make another hundred bucks being the plaything of a rich old widow?
"Oh, that's wonderful, suck my toes."
