Shoesession

The Dinner Date

I could not believe how good Teresa looked as she walked through the door of Applebee's. My current girlfriend Linette would be meeting my former high school crush, Teresa. Teresa was my eleventh grade Geometry teacher and I had been totally obsessed with her ever since removed the black leather loafers from her stockinged feet only a few months into the school year. That was until my last semester in college, when I met a lovely girl who I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. Linette was a rather short girl of 5'2" with a very sensual pair of size five feet. I became familiar with them during one warm April afternoon as we studied in the campus library for a quiz in one of our classes that evening. Not even one minute after we sat down in the study area on the second floor did she remove her sneakers and socks, and placed her bare feet across the table. I felt like a naughty boy when I left the room to go to the men's room when I swept my fingertips across her bare soles, and also when I returned. To my surprise, all she did was look up at me with her sexy eyes and giggle softly both times I rubbed against her feet.
Teresa was one inch shorter than Linette, and also had a very fine pair of size five feet. Most of the time that I encountered them, they were wrapped in a silky pair of pantyhose, either black or taupe in color, and hidden in a pair of leather flats. She almost always wore skirts that stopped just above her knees, which would allow me to get plenty of eyefuls of her very lovely thirty-something legs. My best memory with Teresa, just like with Linette, involved my busy fingertips and her unsuspecting soles. The date was March 19, 2003. I was in my sophomore year at college, and I was visiting her after school in her classroom during my spring break. She wore a short sleeved strawberry-colored blouse, black Capri pants, semi-opaque black pantyhose, and black leather flats on that day that had etched in my mind ever since.
I had professed my love toward her before that day, but she dismissed it as a schoolboy crush. It was a split-second in time that afternoon when I decided to show her that I was serious about our relationship. It started when she was typing on her classroom computer as I sat behind her. She first got up from her chair and leaned across her desk in order to get a floppy disk from her purse. The back of her blouse crept up the small of her back, thereby revealing her pantyline. I quickly found myself mesmerized by her shapely rear end. I could not stop staring at the perfectly round specimen that was no more than three inches in front of my eyes. I knew she did yoga every morning, and had been practicing the art since she was thirteen years old. My eyes then traced down her legs. They were perfect in shape and size for a woman of her stature. As I stopped down at her feet, I nearly jacked in my pants at what I saw.
The heel or Teresa's right shoe was folded under her foot. The gap between the sole of her nyloned foot and the insole of her shoe was a few inches as she continued to lean over the wooden desktop. The top of the desk wasn't the only thing that was wooden as she went back to her typing on the computer. As she stared intently at the computer screen, her entire right foot except for her toes had completely left her shoe. While her right shoe was planted firmly on the cold, dusty concrete floor, her warm stockinged sole was dangling at an angle just waiting to be tickled. Before I could act, she reinserted her foot back into the shoe. A few seconds went by before she popped her entire foot, toes and all, out of the shoe in order to air them out. I quickly stole the shoe out from under her before she realized that something was wrong.
As Teresa was attempting to grab her shoe from above my head, I lunged at her and planted my lips firmly onto hers as I pushed up backwards onto the desk. As I tickled her in frenzied manner, I removed the shoe from her other foot and let it drop to the floor. For the next five to ten minutes, I continued to tickle and kiss her before I stood up, momentarily leaving her a hysterically giggling mess on the desktop. As she lay in the prone position across the top of the desk and tried to recover, I began licking her soles and kissing her toes while putting her shoes on. Since that day, I could not stop thinking about the lovely Teresa and the next time I would get the chance to tickle her feet again. It was apparent from all the e-mails that were traded between us that she was also wondering when the next time would be. That time would be sooner than either one of us thought.

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More to come soon.

Part two:
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After dinner, the three of us retired back to my place. Linette followed me into through the front door, with Teresa bringing up the rear. Linette wore a short sleeved black skirt with a knee length black skirt and taupe pantyhose, whereas Teresa was clad in a dark red blazer with matching black shirt and black skirt and a fairly worn pair of off-black pantyhose on her legs. Both girls wore black one-inch patent leather heels while we were at dinner, but removed them and placed them next to the couch legs to cool off their warm stockinged feet. My plan from that moment on was to get both ladies devoid of shoes at least for the rest of the evening.
After we chatted, Linette and I invited Teresa downstairs where we played Xbox and shot some pool for the next ninety minutes. It was while we were watching television that Linette got up from her seat on the leather recliner and walked over to Teresa on the couch. Linette then gave Teresa a seductive peck on the cheek as she took Teresa by the hand and quickly led her up the stairs to the bedroom that Linette and I shared. I soon turned off the television and followed the two ladies upstairs. When I arrived at the doorway to the bedroom, Linette had already ripped Teresa's skirt off and threw it on the floor at the foot of the bed.
I walked into the room and knelt down at Teresa's wiggling nylon soles as Linette lay on top of her and began to softly tickle Teresa's neck. I now had a perfect opportunity to tickle the wrinkled, wiggling stockinged soles of my two favorite females in the world at the present time. While Teresa giggles became exponentially louder as she attempted to break free from Linette long ticklish fingernails that had now found their way down to the nape of her neck, I had left the room undetected and retreated to the shed in the backyard. Returning to the bedroom a few minutes later, again undetected, with a cord of rope, with Linette still lying on top of Teresa, who was now roaring with laughter. Their feet were still intertwined, with Teresa's black nyloned feet sandwiched in between Linette's sexy taupe stockinged feet.
Linette was inches away from planting a wet kiss squarely on the lips of her captive when she abruptly stopped. Still holding Teresa's face in between her palms, Linette turned her head around just in time to see me tie her feet together with Teresa's feet at the ankles. Wrapping the nylon rope tightly around and around the stockinged legs of the two girls, I made escape nearly impossible. I then knelt down at the foot of the bed, as I nearly had a brain aneurysm from trying to decide whose soles I would tease first.

It was almost too much for me to take, as I was staring straight at the two pairs of stockinged feet that I loved to tease the most. I first went to the sexy soles of my lovely Linette. I loved making her squeal and squirm with delight as I tortured the poor girl's feet in the past, and tonight was not any different. For the next twenty minutes, I teased her taupe stockinged soles without any interruption. Seeing Linette trying to twist her way out of the bonds made me that much more excited to give her sexy wrinkled soles and her sexy wiggling toes a thorough thrashing. I knew from prior experiences, both in her apartment back in college and the comfort of my own bedroom, that Linette would orgasm almost instantly when I licked the bottoms of her feet.
I really felt for Teresa as I had my hands and mouth full with Linette's nylon-covered feet. The poor woman had Linette seated on her chest and was being punished by having Lynn bounce up and down constantly as I first licked the bottom of the toes on her right foot and then began sucking on them. That is to say I didn't feel real sorry for her, because she was going to receive the same treatment. Next was my coup de grace, as I put the tip of my tongue squarely on Linette's right heel and licked the trembling sole up to the ball of her foot. I did this four times in succession, all while her whole body shook violently as she screamed out in pure ecstasy. As suddenly as she started, Linette stopped shaking and collapsed next to Teresa as she started to pant heavily.
I now turned my attention to the lady who had captured my heart well before Linette did. Without wasting any time, I immediately lifted her ribbed black V-neck shirt to reveal a white lace bra. I proceeded to tickle her stomach with my stubby fingernails. Teresa was powerless to do anything by this time, as I had rolled the bottom of her shirt over her eyes. She then reached up with her right arm and got a hold of one of the pillows on the bed, which she used to playfully beat me in the back of the head as she too squealed with delight.
Linette was now just coming to, as she extended her long fingernails out to tickle Teresa's stomach at the same moment I focused my attention further down her body. While I tickled the back of Teresa's stocking-covered knees with my fingernails, my girl Linette was busy tickling Teresa's bare stomach with her fingernails and rubbing on Teresa's stockinged soles with the tips of her toes. Some time passed before Teresa calmed down and pulled her shirt down, just long enough to see Linette go free from the shackles. Before she could say or do anything, I had crossed her ankles in an 'X' while Linette tied them together very tightly. Teresa was now growing very worried that she did not know what she was getting herself into. However, she did not utter a peep while Linette and I began to merciless tickle and tease her bonded stockinged soles. I started out by licking Teresa's left sole, while Linette had made a tiny tear in the nylon fabric of Teresa's right sole and was running her fingertips along her bare sole.

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