Linette

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I have told the people on here several months ago about my friend Linette. Since we graduated college in May, our friendship had steadily flourished into a serious relationship. One night earlier this month, she was spending the night over my house. While in bed, we reminisced about some of the moments we shared over the past semester. I nonchalantly brought up that time in the library when she removed her shoes. I then had to confess to her how I loved the way she had me tickle her feet and how I love to see her pad around without shoes on her feet. Ever since then, we could not go anywhere without her going shoeless. Every time she gets into the passenger seat of my car or the driver's seat of her car, she buckles her seatbelt in and kicks her shoes off; and she doesn't put her shoes back on until we arrive at our destination. She still rarely pads around in public in her shoeless feet. Amazingly, today was one of these days.

I left my house shortly after 7:30 this morning and picked her up just before 8:30. Our destination for this day would be the alumni recruitment week at the university where we graduated this past May. She looked absolutely stunning in her brand new beige pantsuit; and just as expected, she kicked off her brown 2-inch heels and exposed her cream-colored soles after she sat down and buckled in. As usual, I couldn't help but glance back and forth between the road and her sexy feet as I drove from her house to the university forty minutes away. While we sat in the entrance of the grand ballroom after we signed in, she exposed her heel as she engaged in some sensual shoeplay. As we left back to my house at 11:00, she could not help but tease me by flexing her toes very seductively on the soft floormat.

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It's kinda weird. We have been going out only a few months, and Lynn already knows exactly what turns me on. I'm very lucky to have her in my life, because she just gives me so much confidence in all that I do. Let me just tell all of you what occurred over this previous weekend. First of all, we discussed over the phone almost all week about her sleeping over on Thursday night and possibly Friday night. I had an interview on Friday morning at 10:30, so we wound up spending the majority of the day away from home. When she came over on Thursday afternoon, along with her overnight bag, she had on a t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a pair of black thigh-high stockings that were nearly opaque. Before we left on Friday morning, she asked me if she could wear my black jeans for the day, and naturally I obliged. Like she always would, she slipped the shoes off her feet as we drove.

The same thing happened the next day as we went from mall to mall as I searched for a new bookcase for my CD/DVD collection. I promised myself a good while back that I would glance at her shoeless feet only on the open interstate after I nearly was involved in more than a few fender benders previously. And that's exactly what I did. She fell asleep on the trip home, and I ended up having to rub my open palm up against her inner thigh as I woke her up just before exiting the interstate. As she awoke, I couldn't help but quickly run my fingernails across her sweatpants where her stocking tops would be. This made her instantaneously jump in her seat as we made our way back to my house. She left for her house late last night after she helped me put together my bookcase. As she walked out the door, she kissed me sensually as she told me she would have a surprise for me when she visited me next weekend. I can't wait to see what it is! The suspense surely will make the entire week fly by!

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I told you all last time that Lynn would have a surprise in store for me this weekend. Lo and behold, she showed up late on Thursday afternoon without any shoes. Needless to say, I was very pleasantly shocked as she padded into the house with her overnight bag, and that smile never left my face as she padded around in her white opaque stockinged feet all weekend long. I guess I have shred to thank for all of this. You see, when she came over last Thursday, I was surfing the Internet. I made the mistake of using the my favorites list to navigate sites instead of simply typing the address in the address box. She must have noticed this, and stored the information in her memory. When she asked me about this later that evening, I answered all her questions as coolly as I could.

Back to this past weekend. Like I stated, she came over late on Thursday and stayed over until Sunday evening. Because she is still somewhat shy about padding around in public in her stockinged feet, we stayed home for the entire weekend. I was busy working in the yard on Friday morning, and she badly wanted to work with me out in the yard. When we quit for lunchtime, the soles of her stockings were starting to run. But according to her, that was a small price to pay for her enjoyment and mine. (it was over lunch that she told me that she hated to wear shoes ever since she was a little girl) By the time she left on Sunday evening after we watched the Nascar race, the bottom of her white soles were black as coal with numerous huge runs and several large holes.

[shred]

Nice story about the opaque white pantyhose. It is very sexy to wear a white pantyhose while walking over dirty ground. It is even nicer when the pantyhose starts to develop runs and get holes. I know where the picture in your avatar comes from (not my own site), and that series is one of the best.

To bad so few pictures like those are available.

Keep up the good work by describing this situations, and please, try to get some pictures

Shred

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Thank you for the kind words shred. I forget where I got my avatar pic from, but I agree with you that there's a great collection there. To me, it is very sexy when a lady (preferably a young lady) has the courage to kick off their shoes and expose their stockinged feet in public. I have encountered this many times, both in school and in my profession of Accounting. At my current job, this sort of thing is almost a daily occurence.

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I must say that Lynn is full of surprises! She once again came over my house early on Friday to spend my birthday with me, since she would be spending the long Thanksgiving weekend in NYC with her family. She showed up at my house wearing a white low-cut blouse, a black skirt, and a pair of white thigh-high stockings. On her feet was a pair of sneakers. The first thing when she came into the house was lead me back into my bedroom and beg and plead with me to kiss her toes and lick her feet all over. It was at that point, when she removed her sneakers, that I discovered that the stockings that she wore this time were the same stockings that she wore the previous time that she stayed over when she didn't wear shoes all weekend. Later that evening, she changed into a Bob Marley t-shirt, blue jeans, and blue socks as I introduced her to my friends for the first time. We all ended up just kicking it in Atlantic City as we went casino hopping until the early morning hours. We left there just after one-thirty in the morning, and arrived home a little before three. She was so tired that when we got home, she collapsed backwards onto the bed as soon as she sat down on the bed. As she slept so soundly, I couldn't help but give her soles a quick tickle while she slept.

The next day, we just kicked back and relaxed all afternoon. After working alongside my dad all morning at my grandfather's house cleaning out the gutters, raking leaves, clearing sticks, etc., we ate lunch and then just took off. We were bored, so we just drove aimlessly around nearly all of southern New Jersey for half the afternoon. During all that time, she would sit there shoeless in the passenger seat and flex her toes seductively on the floor mat. Then we stopped at a mall that was once thriving but now is now virtually deserted. (That's what happens when there's three malls within a 20-mile radius.) She then did something that I never thought I'd see her do. She actually took her shoes off and roamed the halls for a quick minute in her shoeless feet. The glorious event happened outside an abandoned department store in a remote corner of the mall. After all of twenty seconds, it was over; but it was so sweet for both of us. The whole time no more than three people saw us, and none of them seemed to mind. As we left the mall, she said that it was enjoyable and that she'd do it some more for me just as long as there were not many people around and just as long as I didn't take advantage of her and force her to walk around shoeless. I told her I wouldn't and that I was only going to let her do it as long as she was comfortable with it.

Before the night ended, we went clubbing down in Atlantic City with my buddy Tony and Lynn's sister Luisa. Lynn looked so sexy dressed in all black (black button-down blouse, black knee-length skirt w/ slits up the sides, black pantyhose, black 3" backless heels). We danced and drank from 10:30 in the evening until 2:00 the next morning. Coming back to town, Lynn and I were in the backseat of Tony's car, while Tony and Luisa were in the front seat. Kicking off her shoes, Lynn laid down across the backseat as she laid her head on my left shoulder. Next thing I knew, she rolled over on her stomach and lay her chin on my left thigh and then gave me a handjob under the cover of darkness. I made special care to be quiet as a mouse, as not to be found out by the two people in the front seat, and by some stroke of genius, we were not. After Tony and Luisa dropped me back at his apartment to get my car, I drove Lynn back to my place. Just before we fell asleep, she gave me an early birthday wish when she gave me a footjob with her stockings still on. What made it more exciting is that she still was fully clothed from the previous night, minus her shoes of course which she left out in the car. Seeing her walk over that gravel driveway made me horny as hell. Sunday we spent just relaxing and watching the Nascar race. It was afterwards that she decided to stay until Monday morning and give me another footjob that night, with her tattered white stockings.

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I feel that I must update the people on here of what Lynn has been up to lately. Recently she's started this thing where she comes home from work, and leaves her shoes in her car until morning when she goes to work again. How she manages not to rip and tear her stockings when she walking over the gravel driveway or the rough concrete walk is beyond me. Some nights, especially Thursdays and Fridays, she would wear her stockings and pantyhose to bed and let me tease her feet - kiss, lick, and tickle them - until she is in the right mood for sex.

Also, sometimes when we are in my room and I am on my laptop, she sits on the bed and rubs my shoulders and back with the bottoms of her silky sexy stockinged feet. She would go as far as slipping her stockinged feet through my hair. I then return the favor by lovingly massaging her nyloned feet. Sometimes, I would intermittently tickle and kiss her feet as I give her a massage.

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Happy new year to everyone here. This certainly has been a very happy start to my 2007! I never forget what Lynn did a few Saturdays ago for as long as we both shall live. Wearing her favorite pair of gray sweatpants and an old pair of black sneakers, we left the house shortly before 1:00 pm. Our destination was a local mall, where I would be searching for a certain computer game. Just by chance, this was the same mall about forty-five minutes from our house where she loved to remove her shoes and pad in her stockinged feet. Even though she is wary about taking off her shoes in public, the fact that this mall is somewhat deserted on both floors north of Macy's put her mind at ease when she had a urge to pad around the tile floor in her shoeless feet and tested it out in early November. Finding the game that I wanted, I met back up with her and we walked along the lower level of the mall. Pulling me aside into this small opening with absolutely nobody in sight, she sat herself down on a bench and took the sneakers off of her stockinged feet, exposing her opaque black nylons. She then got up and left her sneakers laying next to a trash receptacle as she grabbed me by the wrist and led me up the stairs. I nearly tripped over the stairs several times as all I could concentrate on was Lynn's very sexy booty bouncing up and down in front of me as she climbed the stairs. We sat on a bench outside the vacant department store on the upper level as I excitedly looked through the contents of my newly purchased game. Lynn sat next to me with her wiggling toes brushing against my right thigh.

As we got up and took a few steps, she suggested that we exit the building via an out of the way exit well. Leading me through the doors, I scanned back to see if anyone was watching us go in. Still holing onto my wrist, she hurriedly led me toward the exit doors. She looked so absolutely sexy at that perfect moment as she shuffled across the dirty, dusty concrete floor in her stockings. Just like we talked about the last time we were at that mall, she shoved me up to the concrete wall next to the exit doors as we made out for the next 30 minutes. With disheveled hair, Lynn walked arm in arm with me out the exit doors and through the parking lot to my car. In the car, we made out for another minute, after which, I swabbed the tip of my tongue down her soles from her heels to her toes again and again as she could do nothing except sink back in the passenger seat and giggle. With Lynn flexing her toes so very sexily into the floormat, I drove north a few miles up the road to CompUSA and GameStop. Even though she followed me in to CompUSA, nobody seemed to notice that she was shoeless because the hip-hugger sweatpants that she wore came down to the arches of her feet.

Coming back to town, we lastly went to Circuit City before retreating to home for the evening. By the time we both left the store, Lynn's stockings were full of run and ladders. The fact that her bare soles were as black as her hose from padding across several parking lots across southern New Jersey was very alluring to me. After goring myself with pizza, I took a nap. After the nap, I licked my Lynnie's soles clean just before I tore her hose to shreds and gave her the best sex I have given her in quite some time.

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This story is based on my sense of imagination:

Monopoly

"If you beat me, I'll let you tickle me," she said with a sly smile.
"Let's play," I loudly expelled.
I had never won a game of Monopoly against Linette in my life. She had beaten me so handily at times in the past, it was disgusting. Her secret was buying the light blue properties and the green properties right off the bat, and then building them all the way up. She was so confident that she would win, she routinely made this very same bet against me. As much as I would like to win just one game against her and tickle her mercilessly, her swashbuckling style of play wouldn't let me.
No matter how many infinite combinations of properties I bought, I could not seem to win even one damn game. Red properties?yellow properties?magenta properties?orange properties?any combination of these would not allow me to win. Either I would buy a set of these and not have enough money to build these all the way up, or I would build them up just to have to relinquish the buildings due to the fact that I couldn't pay the rent when I landed on Lynn's houses or hotels.
Lynn opened the game by rolling a six and snatching up Oriental Avenue. I started by rolling an eleven and buying Saint Charles Place. Fast-forward half an hour when she had in her possession all the of the red properties, two of the yellow properties, two of the green properties, and Oriental Avenue. By that time, I had accumulated Saint Charles Place, States Avenue, Tennessee Avenue, New York Avenue, Baltic Avenue, and Connecticut Avenue.
"?seven, eight, nine," I beamed as I moved the car down the board and around the corner, "I will buy Pacific Avenue".
"Damn it! Here," she angrily flung the deed at me after a handed her the purchase price. She then scooped up the dice and held them in her hand for a long second. "Ahh," she sighed as she counted her money, "I will buy a third row of houses for the red ones," she announced as she now had all but $7 in her account, plus a pantload of properties.
Lynn then put the houses on her red properties and then shook the dice in her hand. They then shot from her hand, and landed on the board with a three and a two facing upward. "I will buy Vermont," she said with a smile. After pushing the dice toward me, I only had to think for a millisecond of what my next move would be. "I propose a trade," I smiled as Lynn looked at me worriedly knowing what I was going to propose, "Vermont for Pacific".
"No!"
"Okay?alright. I kind of expected that to happen".
"I want you to tickle me," Lynn thought as she watched me roll duel fives, "but I'm not going to give myself away".
"Gimme Mediterranean," I ordered
"Damn it!" Lynn screamed in her head as she once again flung the deed card in my direction. As I rolled the dice and moved my token around the board, she outstretched her opaque black stockinged leg and began to brush her silky nylon toes against the denim-covered ankle of my right leg. I looked up at her smiling face when I finished my turn. I discreetly glanced down to see her pantyline under her frilly black and gray patterned skirt as I opened her hand and placed the dice in her palm.
After we shared a giggle, laid our foreheads together, and kissed each other on the lips, she tentatively rolled the dice and then handed them back to me. She winced a bit as I rolled a four and purchased Virginia Avenue. Shortly after putting houses on the magenta properties, Lynn landed on States. "Let's see," I fought not to grin but I knew what was inevitable, "two houses?"
"I'll turn Connecticut and Oriental over," Lynn snapped back. "Here's your money, my pimp," she smirked as she slid the money owed across the board. "Thank you, my playa," I replied gleefully as I tucked the money into my bankroll and rolled again. I rolled a double five followed by snake eyes, and then on my third and final roll I rolled a three to avoid jail. "I think I will buy Saint James?"
Lynn found herself in a quandary by now. She tried to show as much disgust over the situation as she could, but on the other hand she was totally turned on by the possibility as getting her feet teased to the point of numbness. As the game continued on, Lynn thought of what would happen when the game ended; I would take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. After throwing her onto the bed, I would commence with licking, tickling, and sucking on her feet from her ankles to the tips of her toes.
The game ended as I had hotels on the purple, magenta, and orange properties, all of her properties mortgaged, and her panties being a little moist from her thoughts of being tickled mercilessly. She instantly sprung to her feet and grabbed my hand. Leading me down the hall, I relished the opportunity of seeing her immaculate stockinged soles slide gracefully along the tile floor. Lynn led me into the bedroom where she turned around to hug me just before falling backwards on the bed.
I started by tickling Lynn's neck and behind her ears. Taking her giggles as a sign of continuance, I moved lower on her as I began tickling her armpits. "Ha-ha-haaa-hee-hee-heeee," thaaat ticklesss alotttt," she expunged. I then moved ever lower on her body, her ribcage?her stomach?her kidneys?the back of her knees. "Hoo-hoo-hooooo-hooo-haa-ha-ha-haaaa-haaaaa," she laughed endlessly as she tried her best to squirm out of my grasp. "Lehhhtttt-mmeeeee-ggggoooooohhhh," she screamed through constant laughter, "ittttt'sssss-nottttt-fuhnnnn-eeeee-annnyyy-mooorrrrre."
"Haaa-haaaa-haaahh," Lynn continued as I cupped the ball of her left stockinged foot in my hand and ran my tongue along her toes. "Haaa-haaa-haaa-haaa-haaaah," she loudly continued. It seemed the more I tickled her, the louder her laughter got. "Hooo-hoooo-lehhhtttt-mmeeee-hooo-hooooh-lehhhht-hooo-hoooo-," she choked and coughed as she struggled to breathe through her undying laughter. "Lehhhtttt-mmmeeeee-gggooooohhh," she finally expelled after some difficulty. As she struggled to breathe through the laughter, I latched on to both her ankles as I licked her dirty nyloned soles.
"Haaa-haaaa-haaaa," she shuddered under the feeling of having her soles licked clean as her panties became ever so moister, "leeehhhhhttttt-mmmeeeee-gggoooooohhhhhh," she squealed again. I then physically crossed her left ankle over her right ankle right before I seductively kissed every one of her toes. This made her calm down and quiet a bit.
"Haaa-haaaa-sttttoopppp-tttthhhhaattttt," she screeched as I began tickling the bottom of her stockinged feet. As she always had since that day in the university library last April, she bounced up and down on her tush as I scratched my fingernails along her ticklish soles. "Haaa-haaaa," Lynn convulsed as she buried her face into the cover and continued to laugh wildly. "Haaaa-haaaa-haaaaa," she continued to laugh and cackle as I continued to tickle the bottoms of her feet and in between all ten of her toes like a madman. As much fun as we had, she wondered when it would end so that she could change her panties.