4 comments/ 32615 views/ 4 favorites My Secret Desire By: archieII I am 26 years old, slim, attractive, (I'm told); blue eyes, blond hair. I work as a receptionist for a modeling agency. I'm told I could be a model as well. I have a secret. I love pantyhose and stockings. I wear them all the time, many times even to bed. I have satin sheets on my bed. I love to slide my stocking feet and legs all over the sheets, and then I hump my satin pillow and get myself off. I realize it is unusual for a woman to have a fetish like this. It is something usually attributed to males. I really can't explain it except to say that I have always been attracted to and excited by women in hose and stocking feet. As I was growing up I always wore pantyhose or tights. I loved having my feet rubbed and played with. I would ask my girlfriends to rub my feet so I could do the same to them. It was such a turn-on. I love dangling my shoes and showing off my stocking feet to turn on guys, or even girls if they're so inclined. I have seen other women do this. Prospective models would come into the agency and sit in the reception area dangling their shoes. When they saw how I was affected by it, they would put on a regular show for me. Some even left me notes with their phone numbers. There was this one model applicant sitting in the reception area dangling her shoe. I had to walk past her on my way to the ladies room. As I did so, I couldn't take my eyes off her stocking foot. After I came back, she was called in for an interview. On her way out, after her interview, she stopped at the reception desk. "I don't know why you aren't modeling, you're a beautiful woman. You have a great body and great legs, it's too bad you have to hide them behind this desk." She said. "Why thank you so much, that's very flattering." I said. "How did you make out with the interview?" I asked. "Oh great, I got an assignment." She said. "Would you care to help me celebrate with a drink after you get off work?" She asked. "Yes, I'd love to." I said, "There's a lounge right around the corner that's very pleasant. It's called 'The Bistro." I'm Linda, and you're Sylvia correct?" "Yes, you remembered." She said. "I'll be waiting for you there, Linda." I watched her, with hopeful anticipation, as she strode out of the office. The lounge at "The Bistro" was dimly lit, providing and atmosphere of intimacy. Sylvia was waiting for me in a luxurious, leather-upholstered booth. We ordered our drinks and chatted amicably and compared notes about our lives and jobs. I didn't hear Sylvia's shoe drop from her foot onto the soft carpet, but I felt her stocking foot brush my leg. My heart started racing. "Oh I'm sorry." She said. "Don't be." I said as I dropped my own shoe. "I'm always up for foot play." With that I felt around for her foot and rubbed it with my toes. "That's very nice." She said as she stared into my eyes. We rubbed our stocking feet over each other's as our foot play continued. "I'm so glad we share the same passion." I said. "Exquisite pantyhose you have on, so silky." "Wolfords." She said. "The people in this business are very perceptive, they can spot 'high class' a mile away, and I always try to impress." "You're certainly impressing me, I could do this for hours. You'll have to come home with me after we finish our drinks." I said. "That sounds like fun." She said. My heart was pounding, I couldn't wait to get this beauty home, and suck her nylon toes, and kiss, and lick her silken soles. My pussy was ready to explode just thinking about it! We hailed a cab outside "The Bistro", and headed to my apartment. "You look almost as excited as I am." I said, as we rode up in the elevator. Her heartbeat was noticeable under her top. "Here we are." I said, as I opened the door and led her into my apartment. "Nice digs." She said, as she looked around. "Let me show you the bedroom." I said, as I led the way. "Oh, this is exquisite!" She said, as she approached me. "And so are you!" Our faces came together, our lips met in a light kiss; we looked in each other's eyes. Then our kiss was more passionate and harder, more demanding our lips opened, our tongues duelled. I wanted to devour her. I guided her onto the bed. "Let me take off your shoes." I said. With that I slid her shoes off, knelt down and rubbed her silken feet. Then I sucked her toes into my mouth just like sucking on a cock, and I looked up at her, and she smiled at me with lusty eyes. I lifted both her feet into the air, placed my face on her nylon soles and nuzzled them. Then I kissed, and licked her arches. This was heaven. I wished I could have someone fucking me, or eating me out as I did this! That would really be the ultimate. "Hold that thought." I said as I went over to my dresser and retrieved another pair of my pantyhose. Tossing them on the bed, I said, "Slip these on after I remove your Wolfords, I wouldn't want to ruin these expensive pantyhose. Mine are crotch-less, that's all I wear. I like to be prepared for anything, anytime; even myself." I chuckled. "Had I known that, I would have gone down on you in the elevator. I was so turned on I could hardly contain myself." She said. "I know, I could tell." I said as I watched her slip on my crotch-less pantyhose. "Oh, I love these. These are so sensuous. Everything is exposed and ready for action. I love it!" She breathed. I continued my ministrations on her stocking feet. "Me too." She said. "I want some of that action too." I laid on the bed with my feet to her face and hers to mine. We both rubbed each other's stocking feet. Sucked on toes, kissed soles, ran hands up and down silken sheaths. Then I started rubbing her pussy with my foot, and she did the same to me. That was so hot! We could rub each other's pussy and clit at the same time with our nylon peds. "I have got to have this beautiful woman in my mouth." I thought. So I got up and faced her. I brought her stocking feet up to either side of my face and held them there as I lowered my face down to her cunt. I licked and kissed her lips and sucked on her clit, and then I stuck my tongue in her vagina and tongue fucked her, and rubbed her clit with my fingers until she came. All the while she rubbed her stocking feet all over my head and back and the sides of my face. Oh god, that was so good to feel her shudder and buck like that! And all that silky, sensuous nylon. 'Ahhhhhhh." I had an orgasm myself! When she recovered, she wanted to do the same to me, and she did! Day 2 Whenever I get some free time I like to go down to the train or bus station, or the park, read a newspaper and dangle my shoes. This is a tremendous turn-on for me. That's what I did on this day. I dressed in a see-through blouse, short skirt, and my open crotch pantyhose and slipped into a pair of slides. Looking into my full-length mirror on the way out I said to myself, "God I could just eat that chick." As I sat in the bus station reading my paper, and dangling my shoe from my toes, a gentleman sat beside me, one seat away. He had a paper also. As I watched out of the corner of my eye, from behind my paper, I could see he was turned somewhat toward me, ostensibly reading his paper. But I just knew he was looking past the paper right at my exposed foot. He was a gentle looking man, probably in his late 50's, early 60's, gray hair, well dressed. I thought I would have some fun with him. I started swinging my shoe on my toes more vigorously. After a while, he was so mesmerized by my stocking foot, I practically looked right at him, and he didn't even notice me. With a jerk, I let my shoe fly off my foot, and it landed right in front of him. It was so funny; it was almost like slow motion. As my shoe flew through the air, he followed it with his eyes and watched it drop in front of him. He smiled at me, and reached down to retrieve my shoe. He brought the shoe to me, gestured toward my foot with the shoe and said. "Allow me." He slipped the shoe on brushing my foot with his hand. "Thank you." I said. "Did you get a good feel?" "I'm too old to miss an opportunity like that." He said. "May I tell you what a pleasure it is to see a woman wearing pantyhose?" As he sat down next to me. "Oh, do you like pantyhose?" I asked. "Do fish like water?" He asked, in response. "That bad, huh? Do you come here often?" I asked, "To foot watch?" I added as an afterthought. "Yes, quite often." He said. "But I don't usually have the luck had just now." I dangled my shoe from my foot all the while we were talking, and his eyes would shift from my eyes to my foot. "This must be killing you that you can't stare at my foot, sitting so close, without being obvious." I said. "You're very perceptive." He said. "You would probably rather be sitting across from me so you could enjoy the show." I said. "Yes, however I'm enjoying your company and our conversation almost as much as your stocking foot." He said. "Are you married?" I asked. "Widowed." He replied. "You?" "I'm single, and prefer it that way." I said. "But you're so gorgeous, how do you fend the guys off?" He asked. "Oh, I don't mind guys, but I'm just not the marrying kind." I said. "What's your name?" I asked "Archie. What's yours?" He asked. "Linda." I said. "Very nice to meet you." We both said as we shook hands. "I feel very comfortable in your company Archie, and since you were so open with me about your fetish, I would like to share my secret with you, but I really don't have time right now." I said as I retrieved a business card from my purse and handed it to him. "Maybe we could have lunch or a drink sometime. Please call me." I said. "I would really like to get to know you better. I think we have a lot in common." He watched my feet as I walked away, and I looked back at him and smiled. My Secret Desire Ch. 02 "Linda?...this is Archie." "Oh Archie, I'm so glad you called." "How about lunch?" I asked. "Archie that sounds great. You have my work address, right?" "Yes." I replied. "Meet me in front of the building at 11:30. OK?" She asked. "See you then." I said. It was a pleasant day, sunny but not too warm. I stood in front of the building watching the doors. Linda emerged, a vision of loveliness. She took my breath away. She had on a short light blue dress, pantyhose and flimsy little slides. She took my arm as I offered it to her. "Hi." She said. "I'm so glad you called. There's a little deli up the street, we can just beat the lunch crowd." "Great... You look marvelous." I said in my Fernando Lamas accent. Linda giggled and said, "Thank you, Fernando." "You don't know who he is, do you?" I asked. "I watch a lot of old movies and late night TV." She replied. "Wow, we're birds of a feather." I said. "More than you know my friend," She said. "More than you know." We entered the deli, and she led us all the way to the back. We sat at a corner table opposite each other. I felt a stocking foot run up my leg, under my pants. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes Linda was looking at me, and smiling. "That's your appetizer. What are you having for lunch?" She asked. "I think I'll have more of the same." I said. And she did it again! "If I was thirty years younger...," I said. "I told you, I'm not the marrying kind. You'll see. I'm really quite a wicked girl. You'll have the best of me without the burden of marriage." She said. "Wow, that's quite a revelation." I said, dumbfounded. "Archie...I don't know what it is, but I feel that I've known you all my life. And that you know all my secrets. And for the first time in my life I feel totally at ease and uninhibited to express my desires, and myself. And that you know and understand what those desires are. I think we will make a great pair." She said. "That's quite a speech." I said. "It's true, I do know and understand your desires, but how did you know?" I asked. "When we first met in the bus station...when I first looked at you, I didn't realize it at the time, but it was like a dream. Your whole life flashed in my mind, and I instantly knew, and identified with everything about you." She said. "I had something like that happen to me once." I said. "I was waiting in line at a drugstore to pick up a prescription. There was a young lady sitting on a bench with a child on her lap. I couldn't help notice her because she had on a skirt, pantyhose, and loafers. Every once in a while she would lift her feet up on her toes, popping her shoes off. Then she would bounce the child on her knees all the while lifting her feet out of her shoes as she bounced. I don't know if she noticed me or not, but I couldn't take my eyes off her feet. Her husband was standing close to her all the time, almost like he was being over protective. Sometime later, I happened to be thinking about her, (those kinds of scenes are forever burned into my memory), and I realized I knew that she was leading a miserable life. I don't know how I knew this, but her husband was extremely jealous and he was keeping her a virtual prisoner, by not letting her go out of the house alone. It was like a whole movie playing in my mind." The waitress came and took our orders. "You see?" She said. "We are of like minds." Linda had her legs crossed and she kept brushing her foot on, and in between my legs, like a kid with a new toy. I was in nylon heaven. "What are you thinking?" She asked. "I'm thinking I died and went to nylon heaven." I said, "But you knew that didn't you?" She sealed her lips in a grin, and just nodded her head. "What is this all about?" She asked. "Have you given it much thought?" "I've given it a great deal of thought." I said. "Extra Sensory Perception. Those thoughts or scenes that we perceive outside of our normal senses. Everyone has this ability, but we're not always aware of it, or we're too busy to pay attention to it. Like the girl in the drugstore. I didn't know that couple from Adam. How could I have known all that stuff about them? And it was years later that I thought about the girl, and all that stuff came to mind." "Could you have imagined it?" She asked. "I suppose I could have imagined it." I said. "But if we dismiss all of these things as imagination then how are we to discern perception when it occurs? We must keep an open mind and allow ourselves to accept the unexplained." "Wow, you are deep! I knew it." She said. "I was only being devil's advocate." "That's OK." I said. "Challenging someone's beliefs only serves to reinforce their conviction if those beliefs are genuine." "Can we continue this tonight?" She asked. "You are a fascinating man, and I would like to be 'fascinated' some more." "By all means. Your place or mine?" I Joked. "Would you like to follow me back to work?" She joked back as we left the deli. "With those shoes on, I would like to follow you everywhere." I said. Linda reached into her purse and produced another card. "This is my address and home phone number. Call me when you get near the building, and I'll guide you to the right box." "What time?" I asked. "Sevenish." She said. "What can I bring?" I asked. "What kind of wine do you like?" "Cabernet." She said. "No snacks, I never snack." "Me neither." I said. "See! What did I tell you? This is uncanny!" "Weird." I added. "You just wait till tonight mister, you're in for a real treat." Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered. "I'm gonna blow your mind." Then she turned and walked to one of the many doors to her building. As usual I was watching her feet as she walked away. As she opened the door, she turned and winked at me and slowly entered the building. "Why me?" I asked myself. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" I just couldn't believe this was happening to me! Sevenish After I picked up a bottle of Cabernet, I stopped at a flower shop nearby, and purchased a bouquet of flowers. I found a parking space near Linda's apartment building. As I left the car, I dialed her number. She answered the phone and told me what button to press, and she buzzed me in. Linda opened the door as I rang the bell. "Come in here mister." She commanded. She absolutely took my breath away. She wore a black ankle length dress with slits up both sides to the top of her thighs, black pantyhose, black satin mules, and a black velvet choker. I entered holding the wine in front of me, and the flowers behind my back. "You're right." I said. "My mind is blown. You look ravishing." "Thank you." She said, "And the party hasn't even started yet." "Party?" I queried. "If I had known it was a party I would have brought more wine." I said as I handed her the bottle of wine. "No, no, not that kind of a party." She said, and as she spied the flowers. "Oh, you sweet man. What a darling you are." And she kissed my on the lips. "Let me put these in a vase. Make yourself at home." She said as she scurried off to the kitchen with the wine and flowers. I made myself comfortable on the sofa. Linda came in with two glasses of wine, and set them on the coffee table. She sat in a chair adjacent to the sofa, and crossed her legs. As she did so the slit in her dress exposed both of her black nylon clad gams. We lifted our glasses in a toast and took a sip. She rocked her foot until her mule dangled from her toes. She watched me as my eyes imbibed her stocking foot and legs. "This is so erotic Archie, watching you get turned on by my stocking foot and legs. I'm getting turned on just watching you." She said. Then she let her slipper drop off and put her foot on the coffee table in front of me, followed by the other foot. I slid off the couch to my knees in front of the coffee table, and began fondling her feet. I picked up her feet as if to move her and the chair swiveled in my direction. I raised her feet to my face and the chair rocked back. I placed the soles of her feet on my face, and ran my hands up and down her legs. She moaned, and I moaned, and I kept kissing, and licking her feet, and rubbing her legs. "You really know how to turn a Guy on." I said, for lack of anything original to say. My brain just wasn't capable of formulating thoughts or words at this point. "You really know how to turn a Girl on." She moaned. "I'm glad you're loving this as much as I am." I said. "Oh, I am, I am." She whispered. She pulled the flap in the front of her dress up to her waist and said. "Look what else I have for you, Archie." Her crotch-less pantyhose exposed her glistening, hairless pussy. I slowly worked my way up her silken legs, and planted a kiss on her pussy lips. "Oh my god, It's purring." I said. "Yes it is." She giggled. "And it's calling your name." I proceeded to lick around the sides of her vulva. I kissed the pubic region above her clitoris, and down and around it. Then I said. "Tell me what you like." "I'd like you to beat it lightly with your tongue." She moaned. I moved around to the side of her, keeping my mouth over her, and rapidly wagged my tongue against her clit like a vibrator. "Oh, oh, oh." She moaned. "Finger." She gasped. So I slipped a finger into her vagina, and slowly pumped it in and out; then two fingers as I vibrated her clit with my tongue. "Oh... oh...., Archie, I'm coming, I'm coming. Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh." Her body bucked and bounced like a bucking bronco, but I stayed with her until she started to subside. Then I scooted down between her legs again, put my mouth over her pussy, and tongue fucked her vagina, and drank her delicious juices, as she spread her legs wide and rubbed my face and head with her beautiful stocking feet. I stayed there for a long time slowly licking her pussy as she slowly massaged the sides of my face with her silken peds. I was in heaven. I reached up and felt her breasts through her dress. Linda laughed and said. "You never did get that far did you?" "No." I said. "I never got past second base, but I think I hit a home run!" "Oh, Archie. That was a grand slam and a touchdown all in the same game." She said. "I thought I was going to blow your mind, and you blew mine. Come let me kiss you, mmmmmm." We both moaned and made noises as we necked. "Unzip me so I can get this dress off." Linda said. She slipped the dress off and stood there in just her pantyhose. Her breasts were gorgeous! Not too big, but firm and just a hand-full. "Why don't we sit and finish our wine." I said. "You can sit on my lap while I taste these." "Why don't you take off your pants so you can feel my pantyhose?' So I took off my pants, and everything else too. Linda sat on my lap while I tasted her lovely tits, first one, then the other... then one, then the other. We sipped our wine and just cuddled for a while. I fondled her breasts, and kissed, and sucked. I rubbed my hands up and down her legs, and felt her feet, and she was totally enjoying the attention I was giving her. The doorbell rang. "There's the rest of the party I was telling you about." Linda said, as she went to the door. "Sylvia." She said, please come in. "I see you started without me." Sylvia said. "I was just the opening act." Linda offered. I didn't know what to do. Linda was naked except for her pantyhose; I was naked altogether...I was afraid to stand up! "Sylvia, meet Archie." Linda said as she led her over to the couch. "Hi Sylvia, I'm afraid you have the advantage." I said, and we all laughed. "Literally, I might add." She said. "This is an unexpected pleasure." "The pleasure is all mine. I'm an exhibitionist as well!" We laughed again. Linda picked up the two empty wineglasses and padded out to the kitchen. "Have you and Linda been friends for long?" I asked. "I applied for a job at the modeling agency where Linda works, a couple of weeks ago, and we've been friends ever since." Sylvia said. "I thought you were model material." I said. "You're very beautiful." "Thank you, I appreciate someone who is not shy about expressing ones self and giving complements." She said. "I'm too old to be shy. As a matter of fact, Linda and I had a discussion about this very subject at lunch today." I said. "Have you known Linda long?" She asked. "Several days." I replied. "But today was our first lunch date." "How did you meet?" She inquired. "I was foot watching at the bus terminal, and she was foot showing. And nature just took its course." I replied. Linda came back with a tray and three glasses of wine. "You're still dressed." She said to Sylvia. "Oh, I'll get there." Sylvia said. "I was hoping to see your new dress." "Oh, I'll slip it on." Linda said. "It's so freaking sexy I don't think Archie would mind seeing me in it again." She slipped into the dress again, stepped into her satin mules, and modeled for Sylvia and me. "Oh wow, that is sexy." Sylvia mooned. "I made it myself." Linda said. "You're a seamstress?" Sylvia asked, incredulously. "I attended Trapenhagen for fashion design." Linda said. "You're a fashion designer!" Sylvia stated forcefully. "Why aren't you designing clothes?" "I am. I design all my own clothes." She said. "I save a ton of money on designer fashions, and I'm about the same body type as many of the models, and they often ask to buy my designs. I even have my own label, see." She bent down in front of Sylvia to let her look at the label in the back of her dress. "By Linda" it read. "So...why aren't you in the business?" Sylvia asked. "Oh, much too competitive. Too much back stabbing, and espionage. Besides, I have my own outlet at the agency. I often have girls up her going through my closets." She said. "Do you fuck them all?" Sylvia asked. "As many as I can." Linda laughed. "I've got to go through your closets." Sylvia said. "Please do." Said Linda. "More wine anyone?" "She's trying to get me feeling good so I can do to her again, what I did before." I said. "Oh...you've got to do that to Sylvia, but I'm getting a second helping before you leave here. Do you wear pantyhose Archie?" She asked as we all walked into her bedroom. "I do at home." I said. "Here." She tossed me a pair of crotch-less pantyhose from her dresser drawer. "We're all friends here, and we're not judgmental." The girls roared in laughter, watching me struggle into the pantyhose as I rolled on the floor, trying to keep my balance, and keeping my feet in the air at the same time. "I don't know how you ladies do it, but you see what a struggle it is for me." I said. "I'm going to have to show you how to do that sometime." Linda said as she and Sylvia pulled the comforter off the bed exposing the satin sheets. Sylvia started prancing and dancing around, doing a striptease for Linda and me as we accompanied her with syncopated hand clapping, and strains of music from "The Stripper". When she was down to her pantyhose, we got into a group hug, and flopped onto the bed. "Archie, you start down there, and I'll start up here." Linda said as she and Sylvia necked and fondled each other. "I immediately went to Sylvia's stocking feet and started licking, kissing, sucking, and feeling. I slowly worked my way up her nylon stems to her honey pot. By this time, with both of us working on her, Sylvia's hairless pussy was glistening. I gave her the same treatment as I did Linda. I licked up along both sides of her labia, and licked and kissed her pubic area above her clitoris, and place my mouth over her clit, and licked around the sides. She was starting to squirm, so I moved around sideways, allowing Linda to rub her feet on my pantyhosed legs. "Hang on sister, here it comes." Linda said to Sylvia as I started to wag my tongue rapidly against her hooded clit, and I slipped two fingers into her vagina, and slowly pumped in and out. "Oh...oh...oh!" Sylvia screamed as she started bucking and squirming. "Oh...I'm going to cum!" She breathed. "Mmmpff Oh...I'm losing control. I'm coming. I've got to scream. Oh...oh...oh aaaaaahhhhhh." The bucking bronco again. All the while Linda was furiously sucking on Sylvia's tits and moaning, and kissing her. I maneuvered my way down in front of Sylvia again, and tongue fucked her vagina, and licked those wonderful juices. I then scooted up to her face and kissed her to let her taste he juices, and the three of kissed and licked each other's faces. Linda scooted down to the foot of the bed, feeling and kissing Sylvia's stocking feet and legs, and then pulling and sliding her down the satin sheets toward the foot of the bed. They laughed as she did so. Sylvia's legs were dangling off the bed, allowing Linda to lean over the front of the bed with her ass in the air so I could slip my stiff dick into her wet pussy as she ate out Sylvia. I fucked Linda slowly and comfortably trying to make a good thing last. Her pussy was so silky and hot; I had all I could do to keep from blowing my wad. But when I did, I took Linda's tits in my hands and squeezed her nipples at the same time. Linda made Sylvia come, Sylvia and I made Linda come, and Linda made me come. Whew! What an orgy! We all lay on the bed in a heap and took a nap. In about an hour we started stirring. Linda grabbed my face in her hands and said. "You're not going anywhere mister, until I get another Archie special." And she mashed her lips into mine. We necked for a long time. I love necking. Sylvia took a shower while I gave Linda another Archie special. Only this time I stayed a lot longer and made her explode a number of times. Sylvia came out after drying off and got dressed. Linda and I just cuddled on the bed, too exhausted to move. "Hey you Guys, when's the next party?" Sylvia asked. "I like this stuff; I want some more." "I'll call you." Linda said. Sylvia leaned over and kissed Linda. "Goodnight lover." She said. Then she leaned over and kissed me and said. "I can't wait for my next Archie special." "I'll bring the music next time, and you can give us another striptease, you gorgeous creature." I said. "That'll be my pleasure." She said. "I love to show my body too!" We all laughed, and Sylvia left. "Stay here with me lover, and just cuddle me." Linda said, as we rubbed our feet together and up and down each other's legs. What a night! My Secret Desire Ch. 03 "Archie...Linda." She said on the phone. "Where are you?" "Penn Station." I replied. Linda laughed. "Oh, up to your old tricks eh? Any luck?" "Not since you baby; it's a desert out here! I'm sure glad I have you to come home to and quench this insatiable thirst." I said. "You'd better get over here tonight then, I have my own insatiable thirst for that rhetoric you teased me with at lunch the other day. You whetted my own thirst for the weird and unexplained." She said. I rang the buzzer at Linda's apartment at 7:00 PM. She buzzed me in and was waiting at her door as I got off the elevator. She was wearing a knee length; blue satin robe, blue satin slippers, (not mules) and my favorite coffee colored reinforced toe panty hose! "Refreshment for my lovely hostess." I said as I handed her a bottle of wine. "Thank you." She said. "But you didn't need to do that to get a hug and a kiss," as we embraced and kissed. "And this is just for being so gorgeous." I said, as I handed her a package with my other hand. "Thank you again." She said with a brilliant smile. "What is it?" "Why do all women ask what's in a package when the opening of it will serve as, both, a surprise and an answer to the question?" I said, teasingly. "Well...it wouldn't be polite if I just grabbed it and opened it without asking." She said as she tore the wrapping off. "Seth Speaks." She read aloud from the cover. "What is it?" "I shall enlighten you subsequently." I said. "OK, but I have something to show you first, and a story to relate. I had a very exciting day today." She said. "Would you get a folding chair out of the closet for me, and bring it in the kitchen?" I did so, and opened the chair and sat in it. Linda hoisted herself up on the counter in front of me and asked, "Do you like my new slippers I got today, aren't they cute?" "They are beautiful." I responded. "Now listen." She said as she held out her foot next to my ear, and continually popped her slipper on and off, making that tantalizing sound that only a satin slipper could make popping on and off a nylon-covered foot! "Turn you on?" "Fantastic." I said. "I'll have to make a recording of that to go to sleep with at night." She let her slippers dangle from her toes as she proceeded to tell me about her day. Then she let both slippers drop off and put a foot on each of my thighs as I sat in the chair. I started massaging her feet. "I think I was driving this shoe clerk insane today, trying on all kinds of slippers. I'm sure he was loving taking my slippers on and off, I know I was!" She said. "I couldn't wait for you to get here tonight to do this to me. That feels so good!" "We can take this to another level." I said as I scooted closer, and opened her robe. She slipped the robe off her shoulders leaving herself naked except for her crotch-less pantyhose. "Scoot over to the edge of the counter." I said, and she did. "Oh that's perfect." As all her goods were at face level. She was swinging her feet gently in the air. I reached down with both hands, and started rubbing the bottoms of her feet, (which I know she loves) as I moved in with fixed tongue for mouth to lips combat! I licked her labia up and down on either side, inside and out. I tickled her vagina with my tongue, and slowly wagged my way up to, and around her clitoris, which I motor-boated with my tongue until she tensed and stiffened. She supported her weight on the edge of the counter with her hands, and just shook all over. "Oh, oh oh oh oh oh ahhhhhhhh oo ooo oo ooo nggggngggnggg." When she settled down, she sat back on the counter, and put her feet up on my shoulders to give me better access to her goodies. "Drink my darling." She said. "I know you crave my love juices." Which I did; I placed my mouth over her vagina and sucked for all I was worth. Then I tongue fucked her V place and gave her another orgasm! She was so sensitive all over, I knew she was primed for more orgasms. I stood up and started sucking on her tits, and didn't she come again! "Ohhhhh godddddd... ahhhhhhhhhh...I feel like a tinderbox," She said in between breaths. "Ready to explode whenever you touch me. Help me down." She said. I helped her off the counter; she turned around and leaned over the counter. "Please fuck me." She said. "Say pretty please," I joked. "Pretty please." She pleaded. I dropped my pants and underwear in one smooth motion, and slipped my stiff cock into her waiting, warm, wet womanhood. I started slowly pumping in and out of her. "Faster." She breathed. I pumped faster, and faster. "Oh god Linda, that feels soooo good. I don't think I can last much longer." I said. "Neither can I ahhhhhhhhh nnnggggggggg, mmmmmph" She screamed as she came again. "Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ngmph," I vocalized at the same time as we came together. I slipped my arms around her, and we panted together until our breathing returned to normal. Linda turned around, put her arms around my neck, and said, "I'm so lucky I found you lover." And we just stood there necking, with our bodies pressed together. Then we broke our kiss, and just hugged each other for a long time. "I've got to take a shower." She said. "Me too." I said, "My face has you plastered all over it." We showered together, and regained our composure. Linda retrieved a T-shirt, a pair of briefs, and a new sport shirt from her dresser drawer for me to put on. "Where did these come from?" I asked. "I picked them up today while I was shopping; just in case." She said. "Thank you lover, that was thoughtful of you. You rascal you." I said, as I tickled her ribs. She squealed and ran to her dresser, where she pulled out another pair of my favorite coffee colored pantyhose to put on. After we dressed, I sat on the couch waiting for Linda. She came in with two glasses of wine and set them on the coffee table; and curled up beside me with the book I brought her. "Now what is this Seth thing all about?" She asked. "Let me 'splain'." I said. "OK Rickie, 'splain'." She said. "We are not alone." I started out. "That is, as individuals, we're not alone. According to Seth, we are part of a multidimensional personality. What does that mean? That means, that our spirit, our mind, our intuition... whatever you want to call it, extends into other dimensions. Dips into the 'spirit' world, for clarity's sake." "That would explain precognitive dreams or visions. Some people have the ability to catch glimpses of the future. Psychics, Clairvoyants, Channelers... but in reality, we all have that ability. Most of us are to busy to pay attention to the signs; we really don't give that stuff too much thought." "But if one were to take the time to focus their energies in that direction, he would find pathways into parallel worlds. Whole new vistas would open up to the unbridled imagination." "Sadly, most of us impose limits or boundaries on our thinking, to conform to the dictates of the social norm. When a young child has an invisible playmate, we accept that as normal behavior because it occurs so frequently. But young children are not preconditioned or taught to believe that 'if you can't see it, it ain't real.' That's why spirits enlist children in their attempts to communicate with the physical world." "Unfortunately, children are not wise to the ways of the world, and do not recognize the golden opportunity they have before them. What vast amounts of knowledge they could acquire if they could only understand what their spirit playmates were all about." "Enter Jane Roberts. Jane and her husband, Robert Butts, were fooling around with an ouija board when a spirit came through, and imparted information that seemed intelligent and rational. The spirit called himself Seth." "As Jane and Robert became better acquainted with him, they agreed to let Seth speak or channel through Jane. As Seth spoke, Robert noted with pencil and paper, everything that he said. Reams and reams of bountiful information were delivered through Jane. They began holding public sessions, and the rest is history, duly noted in the many volumes of Seth's books, and now you know the beginning of the story." "Wow." She said. "It looks like I'm in for quite an adventure." "Yes, my dear. It's going to be quite a ride." I said. "Why don't you sit on the floor and make love to my feet, while I start reading. Would you like that?" She asked. "I'd love it." I said. "Me too." She said When we were situated comfortably, I took a foot in my hand, and gently stroked and rubbed it for a while. Then I did the same to the other foot. After a while, I slipped off both of my new shirts and lay on the floor in front of Linda. She would gently massage my face and chest with her stocking feet. I was in nylon heaven. Then I would take her feet in my hands and kiss and lick the soles of her feet. I would kiss her arches and rub my lips across them over and over. Then I would suck on her toes and eventually I had the whole front part of her foot in my mouth. As I looked up at her, she burst out laughing, and when she could talk she said. "You look like you're giving me a blow job." I just nodded in agreement, and went on sucking and rubbing...what a night!