Kink #2

I look over at her, trying to decide on which kink I would feel comfortable telling her after not see her for so long. "Well... I've always felt drawn to women's feet..." I turn red as she raises an eyebrow, "So your a feet guy, huh?" I look down at my hands, "There's something about a woman's foot, all dainty like. Most women take really good care of their feet, keeping them well manicured and toenails painted. Also, I like the idea of her ignoring me, basically using me as a footstool." She lets out a chuckle as she sits up, pushing me to get off the couch. "Well, your in luck. I'm in need to do some work on my bills on my computer." She stands up, grabbing my hand and leading me back to her room. Flipping on the light, she points to the floor below her computer. "Get down, I'll be back in a second." With that, she turned on her heel and left me alone in the room with my thoughts. I stare down at the floor below her desk and mutter to myself, "fuck it..." before laying down under her chair with my face where her feet would be. I lay there for a moment untill she comes walking back in, not looking at me by what I presume to play along with my idea. She had put back on her ballerina style slip ons, a pair of white no show socks peeking out slightly along the edge. I couldn't help but get rock hard as the floor shook with her steps as she walked around the room, cleaning her room up a bit. As if talking to herself as if she was alone, she let out a sigh, "Fuck, I still need to do those bills..." The floor shuddered as she walked over to me and the desk, planting her feet on each side of my head before sitting down and pulling the chair close to the desk, making my space darker as her body blocked out the light from the ceiling. She sat there for a moment, her feet on each side of my head untill she raised one of her legs, crossing her legs and letting her foot dangle over my face, the sole hanging barely any inch above my face. I should of been grossed out by the smell coming off her shoe, everything she had walked through since she bought the slippers engrained into the soft rubber. My thoughts get interrupted as she dipped her toes playing with her slipper, making her heel slap against the inside. She let the slipper fall off as she uncrossed her legs, planting the sock covered foot on my face as she crossed her legs the other way, the whole weight of her legs and feet supported by my face. The smell was intoxicating, the sweat from a day's work engrained in her sock as she started to scrunch her toes, grabbing my nose. While she played with my face with her toes, she slipped off her other slipper and sock, her soft wrinkled skin out in the open air. She replaced the foot on my face with the bare foot and slid off the sock that was just covering my nose, placing both feet on my face as she raised her feet on the ball of her feet and toes. It was almost painful but I didn't dare say anything in case she stopped. Her heels came slamming back down onto my mouth, making me open it in surprise. She took the opportunity to slide her left foot back, slipping her toes into my mouth. She gently thrust her toes in and out, letting me close my lips around her big toe as I softly sucked on it. I doubt she was doing any work above, the amount of attention she was giving me down below me but I didn't care. I was in heaven as I sucked gently, her calves spread out above me, her thick thighs barely visible past the seat as they spilled over the edge. Suddenly, she pulled her toes out of my mouth and got up and left the room. She was gone for a moment when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored untill it buzzed again, I took a chance and pulled it out and checked the screen. It was a message from her, "About to take a shower, to bad I'm in need of a bathmat..." A smile spreads over my face as I get up and head into her bathroom, laying on the floor next to her shower. She came in a moment later, ignoring me on the floor once again. She stepped up onto my chest as she raised her arms overhead, letting out a yawn as she stretched. With a sigh, she pulled her shirt over her head and then undid her bra, letting her mountainous breast out of their prison. The view was amazing as she gave them a squeeze before dropping her hands to her waist, hooking her yoga pants and pulling them down to her ankles, her panties following suit soon after. She left them on top of me, the panties covering half of my face. I let out a groan as she walked down my body into the shower, giving me a view of her ass as put on a show taking a shower. Finished, she stepped back out onto my chest as she grabbed her towel and began drying off her body above me while water dripped down on me. Wrapping the towel around her, she turn towards the mirror and started the long process of drying her hair, making sure to shift her feet from time to time. Finished she dropped the towel and walked out of the room, stopping to peek back around the corner, "When your ready, your presence is requested in my bed. I'll make sure you'll get a night that'll make you forget you stuck that majestic hard-on inside that slut in the first place." With a chuckle, she disappeared around the corner, leaving me to scramble to my feet as I tried to rip off my clothes as quickly as possible.