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Reminscing.

Discussion in 'Trample & Foot Fetish Stories' started by moglijohnson, Oct 11, 2011.

  1. moglijohnson

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    at Willow's feet and burst out laughing when I saw she had Lily of the Valley's painted on her nails. "Stop laughing!" Willow joked, "You said you wanted bells on my toes and I had my weekly pedicure last night." I applauded her while laughing my ass off. Willow wasted no time unloading garden tools and laying out a paint-line for the shape of the front gardens. She worked diligently for three solid hours before plopping her ass down in the grass, wiping sweat from her brow, and catching her breath. "Would you like some water, or iced tea?" I asked. She nodded her head yes and I delivered the glass to her in the yard. As she sat idle I admired the muscles in her legs and the incredible tan she had. The turn-off for me was her feet were filthy. Now, I know some guys dig that shit, and I say 'to each their own', but I find dirty feet disgusting. Anyway, as soon as Willow finished her glass of iced tea she was back at it. She didn't even stop for lunch. Digging and hauling and churning and cutting...and it was a hot day. By day's end she was covered in dirt from head to toe. I took a seat on the deck, watching her, as she used the garden hose to cool herself off. It played in my mind like a slow-motion early eighties porn flick as the water cascaded down her lean body and the dirt washed down her thighs to her feet. "Can I trouble you for a refill on the iced tea?" she asked, when she saw me gawking at her. I jumped up immediately, slightly embarrassed, and refilled her glass. She joined me in the shade on the deck, smiling, as she was proud of all she'd accomplished. "I'll be back tomorrow with the plants for this area, and that area there, and then I call Teddy to come by and spread your mulch." she said. When she finished her drink she slammed the glass down and stood up. "Okay, my friend, I have to get back to the yard." she said, patting my knee, and off she went, loading the tools up and securing them. "See you in the morning." she yelled, as she climbed into the truck.

    That night I dreamed of Willow splashing in a stream, smiling ear to ear, as she splashed the cool water over her naked body. I awoke at five in the morning with a raging hard-on. I was sitting on the deck, in my boxers, drinking coffee when Willow arrived. The back of her truck was full of various plants. "Any coffee left?" she asked, as she came up on the deck. I pointed to the door, and said, "The cups are in the upper cabinet to the right of the sink." Willow returned moments later and sat next to me at the table. "Nice house, man." she said, stretching. "Thank you." I said, checking out her feet. She caught me looking but didn't react. "Tell me something," she said, leaning back in the chair, "how's a good looking guy, like yourself, lives alone in a place like this." I lit a cigarette, and said, "I was married...and divorced. I date sometimes but I'm a fairly private guy." Willow smiled, and said, "Well, I knew you weren't gay!" and she chuckled, and then she said, "My dad says your stand up guy and that there aren't many guys like you around anymore." I smirked and looked down at her feet. "Your dad's a good egg." I said, smiling. Willow finished her coffee and set the cup down, as she studied my face, and asked, "How long have you known my dad?" I shrugged, and said, "I don't know...a long time." She smiled and stood up, stretching again, and said, "Okay, my friend, I'd better get to work."

    I had just come out of the shower when I heard Jay pull in with his truck. I threw on some clothes and met him on the deck. "Good morning, brother!" he yelled, as he stared at Willow. He glanced at me and then pointed as he mouthed 'who's the babe'. "That's Doug's daughter, Willow, and she's landscaping the place for me." Jay's eyebrows went up, and he whispered, "She's fucking hot, bro! Doug and his old lady made a smokin' hot kid." I laughed, and said, "The coffee's on." and Jay walked inside. When Jay returned, he said, "There's a meeting at the shop tonight. Think you can make it?" I nodded yes. "Seven sharp." I nodded again. We talked about some minor changes Jay wanted to make at the shop and I agreed with most of them. "Okay, my brother," Jay said, standing up, "I'd best get my ass to work." I grabbed his cup and brought it inside. I got busy painting the back bedroom and turned up the stereo while I worked.

    I was finishing the second coat when I turned and saw Willow staring at me from the door. "What's up?" I asked, stepping down off the ladder. "Nothing, just taking a break." she said, smiling. "Well, I'll join you. Let this dry awhile. Iced tea?" I said. We sat out on the deck sipping iced tea, and Willow said, "Teddy should be here, soon, with your mulch." I nodded my head. Willow stretched her legs out, her right foot touching my calf, and she yawned. "You do nice work." she said, thumbing towards the house. "Well," I replied, "I used to have my own remodeling business." She rubbed a filthy foot up my calf, again, and asked, "So, are you seeing anyone?" My mouth about fell open. "No, I mean, don't take it the wrong way..." Willow tripped over her words, "I just think you'd be fun to have dinner with." I smiled, and asked, "Are you asking me on a date?" and Willow blushed, ever so slightly, and said, "Maybe." I told her I had plans that night at the shop but I was definitely interested. Just then a truck full of mulch pulled in. "Hey, your mulch is here." she said, and gulped the rest of her drink. Willow and the guy she called Teddy spent the next few hours spreading mulch around the gardens. I finished painting the other guest room. I was sitting on the deck when Teddy pulled out and Willow joined me for a glass of iced tea. Before she left, she said, "Meet me tomorrow night at Xxxxxxxx Restaurant for dinner. I promise I'll even shower first. Eight o'clock?" I smiled, and said, "Okay. Sounds good."

    That night at the meeting...we discussed a few changes among the crew and we approved purchasing a new and improved tire machine that would eliminate the two antiques we had. After the meeting, Johnny asked if I was going to make his birthday party. I said, "Of course I will, kid." and he smiled. Then Johnny pointed at a tarp, by the side door of the shop, and said, "That's Jay's latest project. Has he shown it to you, yet?" I said no, and he dragged me over to see it. Jay yelled, "I got a great deal on it, brother." when he saw us standing beside it. A wrecked 1957 chopper hardtail with a coffin gas tank. "A true barn find, bro!" Jay said, as he made his way to us. I whistled, and said, "When are we starting the work?" Johnny said, "Right after my party."

    The following night...I was shaved and showered, and even put on some aftershave, and clean clothes. I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant a few minutes early and looked around for Willow's truck. As it got closer to eight o'clock I figured she'd played me but I went and stood by the door. At eight o'clock, I walked inside and scanned the bar but didn't see her. Just then...she came walking towards me in five inch pencil thin stiletto heels and a sexy black dress with her hair down. I almost fell over. "Hey there, Mogli. Our table's ready." Willow said, smiling. We hugged and she smelled so freaking good and looked absolutely amazing. "Wow!" I said, looking her up and down, "You look beautiful." She blushed a bit, and said, "You look good, too." We sat down and looked at our menus. The waitress took our drink order and I focused on the menu. "What are you having?" Willow asked. I thought it over, and said, "The prime rib. You?" Willow scrunched up her nose, and said, "Okay, that'll work. Prime rib." As we ate our salads and talked, I found out Willow had a degree in botanical science and graduated third in her class. She despised guys her own age. She loved working in the dirt and getting dirty. She enjoyed weekly manicures and pedicures because her mother had ugly nails and she didn't want to be like her mother. She bought a German sports car her first year out of college and she had a strange fetish for footwear even though she loved working bare foot in the dirt. "These shoes cost me a pretty penny but I love them." she mused, "And I probably own fifty pair of heels." By the time dessert arrived...Willow asked, "Could I hire you to build me a really cool shoe cabinet?" I nodded my head yes, mesmerized by her bluntness.

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  3. OneAuthor

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    Willow seems fantastic. Would be awesome if she indulged your fetishes.
     
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    I paid for dinner and Willow drank a glass of wine after dessert. "Mmm," she said, half into her glass, "you should come back to my apartment to measure space and the number of shoes." I shrugged, and said, "Okay." I followed her home. She lived in a pretty run-down section of town but her apartment was nice. She welcomed me in and gave me the nickel tour of the place, and we stopped lastly in her bedroom. Oh my God, did this girl own shoes. Wedges, platforms, chunky heels, stilettos, and pumps lined one wall of her room. The next wall was assorted boots, with various heels, wedges and flats. The third wall, closest to her bed, was lined with sneakers and work boots and flip-flops. There was over two hundred pairs of shoes, boots, and sneakers, sandals and flops. "Excuse me, miss, but I believe you have a serious addiction to footwear." I said, laughing. Willow playfully swatted me and said, "Can you handle it?" Well, truth be told, I wanted to handle several of them. "Yes, I think I can work something out." I said, pulling my tape measure loose from my belt. Willow walked out of the room and was banging around in the kitchen while I measured and scribbled in my notepad. I even sniffed a few pairs while I was at it. Each pair I sniffed smelled like perfume. I was mildly disappointed. I was just finishing the scribbling of numbers in my pad when Willow walked in. "Okay, what are you thinking?" she asked, hands on her hips. "Thinking?" I asked. "Which pair, out of all of these on this wall, turn you on the most?" I must've had a dumb look on my face, because Willow burst out laughing, and said, "Come on, man! You don't find my shoes sexy? Everybody likes shoes, don't they?" So, I played along, and said, "I like 'em all. Yea, they're pretty sexy." Willow kicked off the heels she was wearing, and tiptoed to the line of heels, and said, "Pick a pair and I'll model them for you." Her feet looked delicious. All those shoes. My cock dribbled a little in my shorts. I slowly pointed at a pair of platformed sandals with a spiked heel, and said, "Those are nice." Willow slipped them on and my cock twitched. "You like?" she asked, smiling, as my eyes studied her feet. I nodded my head up and down, mesmerized, and I think I drooled a little because Willow laughed again. "Imagine feeling these scrape down your back." she said, smiling. Without thinking, I blurted out, "I'd love to feel them on my chest." and then I felt myself blush bright red. Willow squatted down in front of me, and whispered, "Standing on it? Or just scraping over it?" My face burned with embarrassment. "Why are you blushing so badly?" she asked. I stuttered out a "H-h-huh?" and she burst out laughing, again. "Mogli, my dear friend, how do you think I paid my way through college? I used to be a paid escort for a few of the professors. I saw you checking out my feet and again, tonight, checking out my heels. I know a freak when I see one." Without a second thought, Willow stood up and put her foot to my chest, knocking me backwards on the bed I was sitting on. She dragged her foot seductively down my torso to my groin, and said, "I don't charge my friends but I am willing to pay you to build me a cabinet." My cock was bulging in my jeans. "Do you prefer shoes or feet? Do you really like women standing on you? I had one professor that used to just stare at my feet while I posed them near his face and he'd cum in minutes. The assistant coach used to get off on sucking the sweat out of my socks while I slapped him. What's your deal?"

    Five minutes later...I was between her legs, my cock buried in her vagina, while she dug her heels into my naked chest. "You said you don't charge friends." I said, staring down into her eyes, "Do you have many friends like me?" Willow moaned, and said, "Just a couple. One cop and a used car dealer, and...oooh...my old high school principal." and then she came, like a geyser, and soaked my crotch. I gripped her ankles and kissed the soles of her shoes. "Do you like other stuff, too?" she asked, moaning. "Yes...I'm a real freak, baby." I groaned, as I yanked the shoes from her feet and started kissing her soft soles. Her feet smelled of perfume. She must've dabbed it at her ankles. "Tell me...oh...yes...tell me what you l-l-like." she moaned. I flattened my tongue against her bare sole and licked it from heel to toes, and she groaned deeply. Then I switched to the other foot and slurped on her toes. The taste was a bit minty but her soles were so smooth. "Will you," I started to say, and my body shook. "What baby?" she asked, gripping the pillow. "Will you s-s-stand on my f-f-face?" I asked, and as soon as she said 'yes', I emptied my balls into her. She balled up her fists and moaned as she came a third time. I rolled off of her, and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Jesus, Mogli...promise me you won't ever tell my dad!" she begged, and I replied, "Ditto, baby."

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  5. bottombob

    bottombob Active Member

    Man I love her!!!
     
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    The following morning...I had just returned from the lumber yard when Willow arrived with a helper. She was already covered in dirt, with her hair tied back, and her flip-flops on. She barely gave me a wave as I opened the garage door. Willow and her helper moved their equipment around the far side of the house as I carried red oak into the garage and set it on saw-horses. A rough draft of the blueprints sat crumpled on the work bench as I strapped on my tool belt. Three hours later...I wiped the sweat from my brow and headed to the house for an iced tea. Willow was coming around the corner, and winked at me, as she removed her gloves. "Good morning, Mr. Johnson." she said, as her helper followed her around the corner. "Good morning to you, Willow." I said, smiling. They stood by the truck sipping bottled water as I stepped back onto the deck, glass of iced tea in hand, and lit a cigarette. "Mr. Johnson, this is my cousin, Jerry. He'll be working with me for the next few days." Willow said, as the kid waved. "Nice to meet you, Jerry." I said, flicking ashes on the deck.

    Back in the garage...I worked on a couple of doors that would cover the bottom three shelves. I beveled the edges, and penciled in the design I'd planned for carving into the wood, and I started chiseling the design out of the wood. Before I knew it, Willow was standing in the door of the garage, and said, "We're done for today but..." she paused, looked around behind her, and lowered her voice, "I'll be back in a couple of hours." I waved and went back to my work. The heat was getting to me, so I opted to quit for the day and headed inside to shower.

    I had just sat on my bed when Willow knocked on the door. "You up for some company?" she asked, as I stared at her sexy shoes. My cock immediately stood at attention, and Willow laughed, and said, "I see part of you up for company." She slowly turned around showing off her dress but my eyes were focused on her platforms. "You like?" she asked, laughing. "Very much so." I said, wiping drool from my goatee. She was wearing silver wedged sandals with a five and a half inch heel down to three and a half inch platform. Open toe, open back, cork wrapped and sexy as hell. "Would you like these on your chest?" Willow asked, and I slid to the floor, naked, and tapped my chest. "I rushed home and showered." she said, stepping up on my chest. Her one hundred twenty-seven pounds felt relieving to my aching body. "Want to lick the soles?" she asked, as my cock bobbed up and down. She held a foot just above my face and I stared up into her eyes. "Kiss it, at least, come on." she urged. I craned my neck and kissed the sole. Willow switched feet, and I repeated my move. My back popped and cracked three or four times and Willow's eyes got big. "Is that supposed to happen?" she asked. Before I finished answering her she stepped onto my face and brought the other foot along side the first. The hard plastic soles hurt my face. I tapped her ankle and she stepped off. "What's wrong, Mogli? I thought you wanted me to stand on your face." she said, nervously. "Barefoot, if you please." I said, wiping the grit from my cheeks. She bent at the waist and unbuckled the strap around her ankle and slid the shoe off. Then she switched feet and unbuckled the second strap. Her bare soles felt good on my bare skin. Without warning she stepped on my face, again, and my cock felt like it would tear through the skin. As I breathed shallowly between her insteps I inhaled a hint of perfume mixed with just a hint of perspiration. "How long can you take this?" she asked, and I shrugged. After ten or fifteen minutes...I tapped her ankle, and made a rotation with my index finger. She started to lift her foot, and asked, "You want mt to turn around?" I grunted a yes between her soles. With no concern for my face, what so ever, she just turned herself around, mashing my nose and lips flat, and said, "Wow! I guess this does turn you on." I held out another fifteen minutes before tapping her ankle, again, and she stepped onto my chest.

    "Put your shoes back on but don't strap them." I said, smiling, as my eyes focused to the light. She stepped off of me, and I sat up, leaning against the bed, and said, "Back up to me." Willow turned her back to me and slowly backed up until I stopped her, and I had her lift her heel up enough to fit my cock under her bare heel. "Now what?" she asked. "Step on it and scrunch your butt down a little." I said. She hesitated, and asked, "How much weight?" I laughed, and said, "Gimme everything you've got." She flattened my erection between her foot and shoe as I pulled at her hips to bring her ass backwards. My face went up under her dress and I saw her purple satin thong disappearing between her cheeks. I spread her cheek and started sniffing and kissing her ass crack as she continued crushing my cock. After several minutes, I said, "Switch feet." and when she did, I started snaking my tongue around the thin strip of thong covering her asshole. Willow 'oohed' when my tongue penetrated her sphincter and her asshole tasted sweetly metallic. As she started getting excited she pressed harder against my face, and applied more pressure to my cock. Suddenly, my head was pressed back against the mattress as she was full weight on my face and as the pressure subsided on my cock...I shot a hot load into her instep, and she squealed as she shuddered and came, too. As she stood up, and turned to face me, she said, "You'd better not have ruined my shoes. I paid good money for these." I burst out laughing. I got up from the floor, and cracked my neck. "Mmm," I moaned, "that felt good." Willow sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes, and then she grabbed my flaccid cock to examine it for damage. "Well," she said, looking up at me, "that's a first. I never crushed a cock before."

    An hour later...I was face down in her vagina driving her berserk with my tongue. After her third orgasm I came up for air because my mustache and goatee were soaked in her cum. "Don't stop now." she said, putting her bare feet on my shoulders and raising her ass up off the mattress. I pressed my nose against her vagina while I licked her asshole, again. Within minutes she was holding my head between her legs and stomping her feet on my back as she came and came again. She was gasping for breath and shaking like a leaf in a wind storm. "Stop!" she said, trying to catch her breath, "You're fucking killing me." I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and wiped my face. "Clean my shoes, for God's sake, before they stain." So, I wiped out the insoles and kissed her bare soles, again. "You're insatiable." she said, still huffing and puffing. I got up and lit a cigarette.

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  7. OneAuthor

    OneAuthor Active Member

    Damn, those were some amazing experiences with Willow - who seems to be absolutely incredible.
     
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  8. bottombob

    bottombob Active Member

    Sounds perfect
     
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    We ate dinner on the deck...and Willow sat staring at me, as if she was amazed by me, and I finally asked, "What are you staring at?" Willow smiled, and patted my hand, and said, "You're like the coolest guy I know." I burst out laughing, but she continued, "Seriously, Mogli...I've been so bored with sex the last few years because it's just sex. But you, on the other hand, have passion and stamina...and sex appeal." I chuckled, not really sure what to say. Willow gripped my hand affectionately, and said, "You've awakened a part of me that seemed lost. I want to fuck until I can't stand up." After dinner I did my best to sate her desire. We did it in all sorts of positions, like; doggie style, missionary, sideways, holding her in my arms with her legs wrapped around me. She came seven times and she could barely catch her breath. I finally cupped her toes together over my nose, and held her feet together, tightly, against my face...and I struggled to breathe between the small gaps in her toes. I came like a wild animal. Willow was soaked in sweat, as was I, and we moved to the shower. The cold water revived me and I started toying with her, again, but she declined and hugged me close. "Baby, I need to get home. But I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Willow said, kissing my chin. We kissed - passionately - and she stepped out of the shower to dry off. That night...I slept like a log.

    In the morning...I was already in the garage when Willow pulled in with her helper, Jerry. She ran in and kissed me, and looked at the pile of cut lumber, and said, "Have to work fast today. Thunderstorms coming our way this afternoon." I rubbed her butt, and asked, "So you stuck in the office the rest of the day?" Willow giggled, and said, "Oh, Hell no. I've already scheduled a pedicure for three o'clock. What's your favorite color?" I replied, "Hooker red." and she smiled. I went back to sanding while Willow and Jerry worked around the back of the house. Around noon, or just after, a loud clap of thunder rattled the windows of the garage. I saw Jerry running for the trailer with an arm-load of tools, and Willow right behind him, with shovels and weed-block. She ran into the garage, and kissed me, and said, "See you tonight?" I pulled her tight against my body, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She stared up into my eyes, and I said, "No perfume on your feet tonight. I want to smell the real you." She grabbed my cock through my jeans, and said, "You want to smell my feet, baby. Okay...I'll make sure they smell." She kissed me, again, and ran for the truck. They barely pulled out of the driveway when the sky opened up. I closed up the garage and went inside to eat lunch.

    The storm raged all afternoon, with high winds and hail. The weather service issued a tornado warning. I battened down the house, and locked windows, and sat staring out the window while listening to a local radio station. The DJ announced the time as three-fifteen and I thought about Willow's feet soaking in sudsy water while some lucky schmuck filed her nails and softened her soles. Her words drifted through my mind over and over, again, "...I'll make sure they smell." Around four o'clock...I dozed off. I awoke to the weather service alert - that annoying ANG ANG ANG that sounds horrible - and I sat up to listen. "The National Weather Service reports a tornado sighting in...." I jumped up and looked out the window. Trees were swaying in the wind and a few limbs lay in the yard. I watch my deck chairs blow across the deck and thought about going out to grab them when I saw my barbecue grill blow over the railing and smash to the ground below. I poured a coffee as the lights flickered on and off...and ten minutes later, I was in the dark. Around seven o'clock, the power flickered on and I sat worrying about Willow driving in the storm. Maybe she'd postpone. Maybe she'd wait until this passed. Then the lights went out again. I lit candles and sat watching out the window. I ate a sandwich while I tried to calm my nerves. The lights came back on around midnight. I blew out the candles, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

    The next morning...Mandy called early, and said, "Mogli, I need your help. A tree came down in the storm, last night, and it's so close to the house." I told her I'd be over. By the time I got dressed and grabbed my keys...Jay skidded into the driveway, and said, "Did Mandy call you?" I said yes, and Jay said, "Come on, brother, let's go." So, I climbed in the truck with him. All the way to Mandy and Johnny's house we saw storm damage and debris. At Johnny's house...the power lines were down, and the power company was detouring traffic. "We got family in there." Jay said, but the guy wouldn't listen. We sat and waited. Finally, Jay threw the truck in reverse and we backed up a ways before Jay stabbed it in first and we cut across a bunch of lawns to another street, and down the road until we saw the back of the house. From the truck it looked as if the tree had fallen on the house. I was out the door first and ran across the yards with Jay only a few feet behind me. Mandy stood in the doorway holding the baby. "Oh, thank God you guys are here." We surveyed the damage and decided it was minimal. Just then...a uniform walked up behind us, and said, "Which one of you crazy fuckers was driving that truck?"

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  10. bottombob

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    Hope Willow made it ok
     
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    Hope nothing happened to Willow she melts your sole
     
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  12. OneAuthor

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    I too hope Willow was okay. Also hope you didn't get in too much trouble for cutting across lawns.
     
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    The uniform gave Jay a harsh warning, threatening him with numerous tickets, but ended the chastisement with a handshake. It took us a couple of hours, and two chainsaw blades, but we cut up the offending tree and stacked the pieces neatly in the back of the yard. I walked inside for a glass of ice water while Jay was wrapping up the rope and putting his chainsaw in the box. Mandy waggled a slipper'd foot at me, and asked, "Why don't you stop by like you used to?" I plopped my sweaty ass in the chair, in the kitchen, and sipped the ice cold water. Mandy slid off a slipper and mashed her sweaty vinegary sole against my face. I kissed her instep and she laughed. "Look Mandy, I know how much Johnny loves you and it's just not right that I come around and get in the way." I said, wiping my face off on my shirt. Mandy lowered her bare foot to my groin and pressed down on my cock - and my cock didn't object at all - and said, "I miss our fuck times." I laughed, and said, "Okay, okay...I'll stop by next week. I'm working on something right now." Jay walked in as Mandy slid her slipper back on, and Jay guzzled a quart of water. "Can I feed you boys? Are you hungry?" Mandy asked. Jay shook his head no, and I said, "Like I said, Mandy, I'm working on something. Maybe next time, huh?" We hugged and walked out.

    Jay didn't stick around because he was expecting Johnny back with a load of parts and tires. I wiped the sweat off my brow and went into the garage. I started carving the design into the second door and thinking about Mandy's foot in my face. Before I knew it...it was after five o'clock and my back hurt like Hell. Willow pulled in with the truck. She was filthy and sweaty and looked like she'd crawled through a swamp. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and work boots. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed, as she slid out of the truck, "Do you believe that storm yesterday?" I nodded. "Come on," Willow urged, "I need a little something something." I looked at her, confused, and she said, "You said you wanted to smell my feet, right? Well, they're plenty smelly right now." I looked down at her boots and back up at her face. "Let's go!" she said, tapping her foot. I followed her into the house. The two of us were sweaty and dirty and horny. We embraced and kissed each other passionately and flopped onto the bed. The air conditioner had the house cool but not cool enough. We struggled to undress each other, and as I untied her boots my eyes watered, and I peeled off her sweat stained socks. "Whew!" Willow said, pinching her nose, "You're going to puke when you get your face under these puppies!" We fucked like rabid dogs as I anticipated the rancid stench. Willow came twice and then cautiously raised her feet up in the air. I buried my face in her left sole and the stink burnt my sinuses. "Taste it, baby!" Willow urged, and I flattened my tongue against her bare sole, licking heel to toes, and the grit and dirt fell on my tongue. The taste was wicked, almost acidic and vile, and I slurped the stink from between her toes as she shuddered through a third orgasm. "Do this one, too." she said, mashing her right foot against my face. As my mouth enveloped her toes I felt sock lint and dirt go down my throat and I gagged a bit. "Come on, baby. Cum for me." I nuzzled my nose in at the base of her toes and inhaled the putrid stench into my lungs, the burn of her stink burning my nose hairs, and I started to shake. Willow pressed her left foot against her the top of her right foot and pushed up hard against my face, flattening my nose, and I came hard, shaking and gasping for air. "I need a shower." I growled. So, we both got in the shower and kissed and fondled each other's bodies.

    The water was cool on our skin and her hands felt so smooth on my skin...and my cock got hard again. "Damn," Willow exclaimed, "all you need is a light breeze and your cock's ready to go." She lathered my cock with soap and stroked it while we kissed and I fondled her ass. As the water ran cold, Willow said, "You going to cum, again? Or you want to move out of the shower?" I came in her hand, and down her thigh. I dressed in clean clothes, and Willow said, "Run out to my truck and grab my bag off the seat. It's got clean clothes in it." I grabbed the bag and she put on clean clothes. I made dinner and we ate on the deck while Willow talked about the storm and all the clean up work. I kept stealing glimpses of her feet in flip-flops under the table, and Willow asked, "Are you serious? You're horny again?" I just laughed. As the sun went down - Willow kicked off her flip-flops and started rubbing my cock through my shorts with her feet. My cock was bulging the thin cotton material.

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  14. bottombob

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    You burnt your senses Dam that must have been rough than
     
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  15. moglijohnson

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    Willow toyed with my cock for awhile, and then I unbuttoned the flap on my boxers releasing my erection against her bare soles. She ground her soles hard on my cock and stroked it, as she said, "I have to leave soon, you know." I clasped her ankles in my hands and stroked her feet up and down my shaft as cum oozed out the tip to lubricate it. I stared at her feet as I moved them faster up and down my shaft...and then I shot hot sperm up her calves. Without batting an eye, Willow slid her feet into her flip-flops, and grabbed her bag. "See you tomorrow." she said, kissing my neck.

    I was awake early the next morning and working in the garage gluing the pieces together. The saw-horses held the pieces aloft while I applied clamps to the glued pieces and pounded the joints together with a rubber mallet. I heard the truck pull in but I barely paid attention until I heard a man's voice, "Morning Mogli." and I looked up to see Willow's dad, Doug. "Hey Doug!" I said, setting the glue bottle down, "What are you doing here?" Doug waved his hand at Willow as she unloaded tools into a wheelbarrow, and said, "Helping the kid, today, or else she'll never get your landscaping done." I walked out to him and we shook hands. "There's a fresh pitcher of iced tea in the fridge, if you two need a drink, or there's bottled water in there. Your choice." I said, waving at Willow. They worked around the back of the house and I didn't see or hear them all day. I stopped for lunch. I stopped for drinks. They kept working.

    I finally stopped working around three o'clock. I took a cold shower and sat on the deck drinking iced tea. Just before five the two of them came around the corner covered in dirt and sweat. "Looking good around here." Doug said, smiling, "Want to check it out?" I declined, but offered them both cold drinks. "Nah, we need to get back to the yard." Doug said, as they loaded their truck, "I have a big delivery coming in tonight around six thirty." I waved at them as they pulled out. After they left I finished my drink and took a walk around the property admiring the gardens. They had already marked out a border with orange paint that I supposed would be the next days project. I was making my way around the other side of the house when I heard a dump truck's back-up alarm beeping, and I hurried to the driveway. "You Johnson?" asked a big guy. "Yes, what's that?" I asked. "Seven yards of stone for XXxxxxx's Landscaping." the big guy said. I shrugged and the guy pointed to an area by the tree, and said, "That's where I'm putting it." He carefully laid out a tarp on the ground, and backed his dump truck up. Then he jumped out, checked his range, and pulled a lever...dumping a pile of gray stone directly on the tarp. "That's it, bud." he said, as he lowered the truck bed. I signed his paperwork and he drove away.

    I was eating dinner on the deck when Johnny rumbled in on his bike. "Hey old man." he said, smiling, "I needed a break from the crying baby." I waved him up to the deck. Johnny thanked me for helping with the fallen tree and we talked about 'the old days', as Johnny loved hearing about the way things used to be. We talked until almost ten o'clock, and I said, "I need some sleep, kid. Get home to your woman." He hugged me and walked to his bike. He waved as he rumbled out of the driveway, and I waved back.

    The phone rang a short time later..."Mogli, you got a few minutes, bro?" Jay asked. "Yes, what's going on?" I replied. Jay talked about a business opportunity that he thought sounded good. "Let me sleep on it, brother. I'll stop by the shop in the morning." I said, ending the call.

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  16. bottombob

    bottombob Active Member

    Dad knows what’s up
     
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  17. OneAuthor

    OneAuthor Active Member

    If I thought Willow was great before, now I think she's spectacular. How did you keep finding such amazing women? :)
     
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  18. moglijohnson

    moglijohnson Active Member

    I was damn lucky...although, I did find my share of crazies, too. UGH!!

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    The next morning I was dressed and had pulled my bike out of the garage when Willow and Doug arrived. I waved at them as they pulled two wheelbarrows from the trailer and shovels. I rode to the shop to meet Jay. Johnny pulled in a few minutes behind me and bee-lined for the coffee pot. "That fuckin' kid cries all fuckin' night, bro!" Johnny growled in my direction. I shrugged. I thought to myself, 'He should count his blessings it wasn't twins.' Jay hung up the phone and slammed his hand on the desk in his office, and yelled, "I fucking hate people, man!" I knew I wouldn't be staying at the shop long. Everyone was on edge. Jay waved me into his office, and said, "Shut the door." I sat in a tattered old chair, and crossed my arms. Jay threw his sales pitch at me, and after ten minutes of listening to him...I said, "No, not happening." Jay rolled his eyes, and said, "Okay. That's fine." I walked out to my bike and left.

    I pulled up in front of Johnny and Mandy's house and dropped my kickstand. Mandy was in the door, in her bathrobe and slippers, sipping a coffee. She smiled at me, and said, "Nice of you to stop by." as she held the door for me. "I can't stay long, doll, I have contractors at my house." Just then, the baby started crying. "Oh, Jesus. Time to breast feed, again." Mandy groaned. She sat in the rocking chair and whipped our her breast as the baby went to work. I lay in front of the rocker and slipped off her slippers, and Mandy used my face to rock the chair. Her feet smelled of vinegar and felt slightly slimy on my face but I reveled in the feeling of her feet pressing down on me. After the baby had had enough Mandy continued rocking to help the baby sleep. I pulled my cock out and stuck it in her slipper while I jerked myself off inside it. Within minutes...I came in her terry cloth slipper and wiped my cock off in the clean one. "Feel better now?" Mandy asked. "Yea, actually I do." I said. "I was talking to the baby." Mandy said, and slipped her slippers back on with a snide smirk.

    Back at my house...they'd already moved most of the stone pile and I strolled around to see the job. "Wow!" I exclaimed, as I saw Willow and Doug raking out the edges of a paved walkway, "That looks awesome!" They did a herring bone pattern with pavers and edged everything in the stone. It looked great. Willow bowed, and said, "I'm glad you approve." and Doug just laughed. "Come on," I said to them, "let me make you some lunch." Doug shrugged, and said, "We can be done with this today if we don't lolligag." I smiled, and said, "Burgers on the grill. I'll call for you when they're cooked." and they both smiled. I poured iced tea in glasses, and steamed some corn on the cob, and mixed up a nice tossed salad. "Hey! Lunch is ready!" I yelled. They washed up quickly and ate almost as fast. Willow's feet were black with dirt and mulch. She saw me looking and winked at me. Doug belched and said, "Okay kid, back to work." and they returned to the back of the house.

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  19. bottombob

    bottombob Active Member

    Dad’s pulling the horny goat weed out of her so she can complete her work
     
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  20. moglijohnson

    moglijohnson Active Member

    Shortly after lunch I was called back to the shop for another sales pitch by Jay. Again, I said 'no'. By the time I'd stopped for groceries and returned home...Doug and Willow were gone. I unloaded the groceries and put them away. That night...nothing happened.

    The next morning, around nine o'clock, Willow pulled into the driveway with another female, named Tia. "Good morning, Mr. Johnson." Willow said, walking towards the deck, "We have the final bill and would like to take you around the house for your final approval." I butted out my cigarette and threw my hands in the air. Tia was around thirty years old and dressed semi-professional, like office clothes, while Willow was in jeans and canvas tennis sneakers. The two women walked me around explaining things, and I kept checking out Tia's ass and ankles. Her choice of shoes were low heeled wedges with a peep-toe, and I could just make out the purple nail polish on two toes in each shoe. Willow cleared her throat and explained the type of mulch she'd used, and I dutifully nodded my head, as if I understood, and Tia kept silent. Back on my deck...Willow showed me where to sign, in all four spots, and explained to me that the final payment was due within five business days. I laughed, and said, "And if I'm a day or two late will you repossess my gardens?" Neither of them laughed at my joke. "Tia, would you run to the car and grab the printout of the specifications, please." Willow said. Tia went to the car. Willow leaned in close, and whispered, "Are you busy later? I'm done working around four today." I shrugged, and Willow swatted me, as we heard Tia clopping up the steps. Willow tore off the copy I was to keep, and Tia handed me the list of plants, mulch, etcetera. They waved and drove away.

    I pulled my bike out and headed to the gas station to fuel up. Out on the back roads I was twisting the throttle hard trying to clear my head. I felt overwhelmed by Jay and Mandy and yes, even Willow. I turned right...then left...then I spied a road I'd never been on and hooked right, again. The road twisted through farm land and gave way to woods and ascended a small mountain and twisted around passed a lake. I slowed down and pulled over by a historical sign. Some famous Revolutionary War General had built a house there back in the seventeen hundreds. I lit a cigarette and stood staring out at the water...and a cop pulled in behind me. I expected to get harassed but it was a forest ranger checking to make sure I wasn't broken down. We talked about motorcycles for a bit, and he told me about his bike. After a few minutes of chatter...he shook my hand and left. I gave him time to get ahead of me and I took off, too. I came upon a narrow road marked with a county route number and turned onto it. The blacktop turned to gravel and eventually to dirt and then two tracks with grass growing up the middle...and I could barely go faster than twenty-five miles per hour...and then it started back to gravel and then back to blacktop. As I turned onto a better road, not knowing where I was, I hammered the throttle and raced through some curves until I saw a large deer bounding across the road and I was forced to lock up the brake, leaving a dark skid mark on the road, as the deer leaped into the woods on the other side. I stopped and killed the motor. "Wow!" I exclaimed aloud, "That was close!" No sooner had the words left my mouth when a large black bear lumbered out of the woods headed towards me. I stabbed the start button, and kicked the transmission into first, spinning the tire, and roared away.

    I finally found my way home around half passed four...and parked my bike in the garage. My phone was ringing as I climbed the steps. I heard the answering machine beep as Willow pulled into the driveway. I heard Mandy's voice saying something about a cook-out, as Willow said, "Hey Mogli." She ran up and hugged me, and kissed me passionately, and we walked inside. "Are you cooking me dinner?" Willow asked. I hit the play-back button on the machine and Mandy's voice came on inviting me to a cook-out at their house. Willow said, "Oh, if you have plans..." and I laughed, and said, "Oh, I have plans, alright. Plans to fuck your brains out." Willow smiled. I offered her a drink, and we sat talking on the deck for a bit, and I said, "Yes, I will cook you dinner but, you have to do me a huge favor..." Willow smiled, and asked, "Like what?" I lit a cigarette, and said, "You have to sate another of my fetishes." She smiled, again, and asked, "What is it?" I grabbed her hand and led her into the kitchen, sat her down at the table, and pulled the burger rolls from the bread box. "Take off your sneakers." I said, opening the bag. Willow slowly untied her sneakers as she tried to imagine what I planned. "Put your sneakers up here," I said, pointing at the table, "and promise you won't laugh." She did as directed. I placed the top half a roll in one sneaker, and the bottom half of the roll in the other sneaker, and said, "Okay. Put them back on." Willow looked at me as if I were daft. "Mogli, do you know how nasty my feet are?" she asked, looking down at her sweaty feet, "I've been in these sneakers all day without socks." I nodded my head, smiling, and she asked, "And what are you going to do with a roll that's flat and gross?" My smile broadened, and I said, "Eat it." She slowly placed her sneakers on her feet, tied the laces, and asked, "Now what?" I grabbed her hand, again, and said, "Let's go for a walk." Her jaw dropped open, but she came along with me. We walked about three miles and back home I poured two glasses of iced tea. Willow started to untie her sneaker, but I said, "No, not yet." We sat talking for over an hour. Willow forgot all about the roll being in her shoes. "Oh, crap!" I exclaimed, "We need to go to the store. I forgot to get salad dressing." We took my truck and walked around the store three times before checking out and going back to my place. I pulled the burgers from the fridge and started the grill while I mixed the salad. Willow went to the fridge for more iced tea, and said, "You didn't need salad dressing, dude. You've got two open bottles of it in here." I smiled, and walked out to the grill. We sat and ate our salads while the burgers cooked. I asked Willow if she wanted cheese on hers. Then I placed a roll on her plate and flipped the burgers. "Aren't you having a burger?" Willow asked, and then the light bulb went on above her head, and she burst out laughing. She untied her sneakers, and slowly peeled the flattened halves of roll from the insole, complete with some grit and lint and even a hair. The bread had stained gray from her sweat and she wrinkled up her nose as she laid the halves on my plate. "You're seriously going to eat that?" she asked, picking the hair off the one half. "Yup, and I'll bet it'll be the best tasting burger in town." I said, placing a burger on her roll, and one on mine. She watched me sprinkle salt on the burger, followed by a squirt of ketchup, and then I added burger pickles before placing the top on the burger. "That's gross." she said, looking at the flattened out roll. I held it up and took a huge bite of it, savoring the flavor with loud 'Mmmm', and she laughed. I finished my burger with a smile on my face. Willow said, "My feet have been sweating in these sneakers for, like...seven hours at work. Then you put the roll in them and we walked like five miles." I laughed, and said, "It was only three miles." Willow waved her hand at me, and said, "Then we sat talking, and then you took me to the store and I walked on that roll for the entire time. Yuck." I wiped my face with a napkin. "Best damn burger I ever ate." I said, smiling. Willow just shook her head in disbelief.

    In the bedroom...I sniffed her sneakers while I pounded away her vagina. The sneakers smelled of bread and sweat. Then I held her feet to my face and started licking her bare soles, savoring the mixed flavors of salty sweat and yeast, as Willow moaned into an orgasm...clutching the pillow and shaking. She mashed her soles hard against my face, and said, "You really liked your burger, huh? What else do you want me step on?" And before I could answer she pressed her feet harder against my face...and I came, my friends, like I'd never had sex before. Afterward, I moved back out to the deck to enjoy the cooler night air. Willow joined me, and said, "I saw you checking out Tia's feet today. What was that about?" I didn't answer. "Well," Willow continued, "I can tell you...she has flat feet and fat chick toes. You wouldn't like them." I laughed. Willow walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of seedless grapes. She set the bowl on the deck and sat on the edge of the chair, picked up a grape between her toes, and held it to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick it out from between her toes. "Mmmm" I moaned, chewing the grape. "This was definitely a new one for me. Never met a guy that would eat food from my feet." I smiled, and she continued, "I could see the lines of my skin in the bread." I nodded my head yes.

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  21. OneAuthor

    OneAuthor Active Member

    Even though the bread in the sneakers thing kind of grossed out Willow, she played along with it and ended up feeding you grapes with her toes. My wife has fed me grapes with her toes as well...delicious indeed.
     
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