RELIEF FOR HER TIRED FEET

       I had recently retired after my military career.  Now at age 42 I was single and living in a collage town.  I’d taken a nice apartment in a quite building.  Almost everyone seemed younger than me.  I didn’t mind at all.  From my balcony I could look down at the pool area.  The girls in those short two piece swimsuits, my, oh my.  I spent many hours peering down at those shapely firm breasts and nice tight round asses.  However the main reason I took my unit was to stare at all the beautiful female feet.  I’ve always had a foot fetish.  It was not something I spoke of since mainly people think it weird or something.  I’ve seen men spend their paychecks tossing money at half naked women in topless bars.  Girls that they didn’t have a chance in Hell of screwing, just taking their cash with a smile. I once mentioned to a friend that a bare footed dancer had sexy feet.  That was a mistake.  He laughed then told the fellows beside I was a freak.  Lesson learned not to reveal my foot fetish.

       As I was drooling watching several beautiful pairs of feet, my doorbell rang.  I went and opened it.  There stood a woman of about 28 or so who I recognized as the local mail lady.  She must have just finished her work.  She was sweaty and hot.  Her shirt was wet and she was shaking.  There was a look of alarm on her face.  I knew something was wrong.

       “Hello. May I help you,” I smiled warmly.

       “Hello. My name is Sara.  I live two doors down from you.  I just got home and found I must have blown a fuse or something. All my power is out and I can smell burnt wires behind my entertainment system.  Maintenance would charge me an arm and a leg to come up so, I was wondering if you could help. Please?”

       “I’m at your service Sara. My rates are lower too. It will only cost you a foot,” I smiled warmly.

       “Oh,” she laughed. “That would be regretful to you. As I said, I just got home from work and my feet reek.”

       “Well the piper must be paid,” I smiled and added, “Lead the way.”

       We got to her apartment and I could smell the fuse box immediately.  I went down the hall, opened the box and pulled out the burnt fuse.

       “No problem Sara,” I said.  “I’ve got extra fuses.  Be right back.”

       “Thank you Sir,” she smiled.  “I’ll have something cold to drink when you get back.”

       “Sounds like a plan, oh and please call me Max.”

       I was back quickly and installed the new fuse. Then I checked her entertainment system.  No sight of any fire so I just checked her connections. They were fine.  Sara was sitting on the couch.  She had a pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table.  Smiling, she patted a spot next to her and said, “Sit down my hero.”

       I sat and we drank our second glass of nectar.   She told me that she’d been here about a year.  She got a transfer from her old post office.  It seemed that bunch of good old boys didn’t take to women delivering mail.  After two years of being hassled, she saw an opening here and took it.

       “You must walk a million miles on your job Sara.”

       “Nearly, at least it feels like it to my feet,” she mused.

       “Speaking of feet,” I said, “I think it’s time to pay the piper lady.”

       A smirk crossed her pretty lips.  I could see her toes wiggling inside her black walking shoes she wore. 

       “Max, I told you my feet reek after a day working.  Usually I have to leave these shoes out on the patio to air out.  Even I can hardly stand the smell.”

       I had her at least talking about her feet so I was not about to let her off the hook without one good try to get at them.

       “Sara, there are lots of things that people don’t like. The smell of spoiled fish, or the smell of a broken gas line.  It’s funny though.  Ever hear the saying, ONE MAN’S GARBAGE IS ANOTHER MAN’S TREASURE?”

       She looked at me with a knowing smile.  There was a gleam in her eyes and her face reddened.

       “Well yes Max, I have heard that before.  Are you calling my feet garbage?” she teased.

       “No I’m definitely not Sara.  I haven’t even seen them yet.”

       “But what about their foul smell Max? I’m not sure you could handle it?”

       I didn’t answer.  I boldly bent and lifted her legs to my lap.  She had on shorts.  Just the feel of her firm shapely legs drove me wild.  She didn’t flinch as I untied a shoe and pulled it off.  The smell filled the room.  She held her nose in mock disgust.  Then she jerked her foot from my hands and placed it right over my nose.

       “Ok Max you asked for it, go ahead and sniff deeply. You’ll either soon pass out or make a bee line for the door. Either was I always pay my bills.”

       I held her ankle and assisted in dragging her socked foot up and down my face.  I stuck out my tongue and licked the warm damp cloth which once was white.  She sat back just staring as I mouthed her toes.  At this point, we both knew this would become a habit of ours.

       I removed her other shoe and raised that moist stinky foot to my face as I took the sock off the other.  Sara enjoyed my fingers flexing her bare toes seemingly as much as her feet on my face.  As I slid her other sock off, she lifted her bare foot found my lips.  I licked her sole.  That taste of sweat I craved once again coated my mouth.  She sighed when my tongue swiped between her toes.  There was plenty of moist tasty toe jam.  I licked the spaces between each to until they were pristine.

I looked up to find her staring into a place back in my brain.  She changed feet so I could clean between those toes too.  No words were needed.  She felt in complete control of me.  After 20 years of leading men, I was damn sure ready to give up control, especially to these elegant, soft, moist, smelly feet on my face.  I was in my foot submissive heaven.  She never considered having any one want to get close to her smelly feet before.  The power she felt as I orally bathed her feet sent chills down her spine.

“Oh Max, be careful down there,” she sighed and added, “I could get used to this.”

I lovingly began planting kisses on the tops of her feet.

“I was hoping you didn’t mind me getting carried away so Sara.  It’s just that you sweaty, smelly feet ARE my new found treasure.”

“Max, I never heard of such a thing.  I want you to teach me all about your passion for feet.”

“I can leave you some foot sites about foot fetish, foot worship, foot domination and slavery on your computer if you’d like Sara.”

“Mmm, that would be very interesting Max.  Of course I’d expect to try out what I learn on you.  Would that be alright.?”

As I began licking her from her heels to her toes she found her answer.  I dropped to my knees and placed one foot on my hard cock while my mouth tended the other one.  She rubbed up and down my shaft. This drove me crazy and spurred me on.  Soon she decided to change feet.  Without hesitation I lapped at the ball of her foot. 

We stayed that way until well after dark.  Then she said it was time for her shower and bed.  Sadly I planted one more round of slave kisses all over both feet then released them.  I went to her computer and bookmarked some foot sites.

“Thank you for a most enjoyable evening Max. My feet have never felt better.  I think they will be ready for your lips again around the same time tomorrow, if, you’re available that is.”

I smiled, bowed my head and whispered, “That would be my pleasure, Mistress.”

“Mistress?” she questioned.

“Yes Ma’am,” I hushed, “as I offer my face as your foot stool and my mouth as your foot cleaner, and myself as your foot slave.”

“Very well then foot slave, I will visit those sites later and expect your service tomorrow afternoon.  Dismissed”

As I left her apartment I knew I’d found my treasure.

THE END….for now.