I remember the first step I took inside her home. I could hardly move, hardly breathe. I was petrified. Months of careful preparation led to one step over the threshold, and it felt like the whole world was going to stop.
I shot a glance to the left and swiftly ducked under a large chair in the entranceway. Best to creep low to the ground and keep a watchful eye out. I looked around her room with my eye one inch above the carpet. The mossy green studded with dark turned-wood table legs, the heavy base of a bookshelf, and shiny casters at the ends of piano legs… No cats or dogs, no food dishes lying around.
Oh. And the shoes. Right beside me was a glorious line of shoes. They were well taken care of. Still, someone with my vantage point could notice the fine layer of dust beginning to collect on the suede and… the occasional hair. The laces of those pretty leather boots smelled of her hand sweat, ever so faintly. And of her feet…god.
One pair drew me in stronger than the rest. I absolutely coveted a pair of soft ankle high suede boots. Their colour was dark mustard or burnt pumpkin. The soles were flat for walking the wooden trails to the village near her home. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, and the soft fabric was too inviting to resist. Slowly and slyly I slipped two long fingers out from under the chair — just the tips at first. Out into the gap between the chair and the boot they reached…
At first, with just my ring and middle finger, I gingerly stroked the heel of the boot. Oh, how soft they were! Silkier than even they looked! In my mind, I was transported. Her sparkling green eyes and golden hair filled my imagination. Oh! Her skin would be this soft! No, softer still… I could melt into her like butter…
Stomp!
My hand retracted as fast as it could and I almost gasped aloud. I was so caught up in my fantasy that I didn’t hear her approaching footsteps. And now she was in the hut! I focused every ounce of my strength to keep perfectly still. If she caught me now this whole game would be up!
She stood there for a while, in front of her chair. Maybe she noticed something out of the ordinary, some presence in her room other than herself. But soon she relaxed and continued on with her motions. Removing her wine-coloured cardigan, she examined her face in the mirror. She was standing right beside me where I crouched. This afforded me a close view of her gardening boots. They were taller and darker than the suede ones, made of a shinier leather. Still the soles and the laces were identical to her other pair. The leather was dry and criss-crossed with signs of ware. Though they were not nearly as charming as the mustard-coloured boots, these did hold their own allure. They were the ones I was accustomed to seeing on her as she went about her daily tasks. And they framed her calves quite handsomely when she bent to scoop some plant or tool from the ground.
She smelled of the garden. Of musk, dirt and fresh air… a slight dampness from the rain. As she bent down to untie her boots, I was overwhelmed by the folds of her skirt . Its rustling entranced me while her bodily smells wafted towards my ravenous nostrils. I opened my mouth to breathe in this air she was creating, and taste what might be to there as she slowly lifted her foot out of the boot.
My desires became overwhelming as her foot emerged, hanging in midair for a second above that succulent boot hole. I had to stick my hands under my body to prevent myself from reaching out and grabbing it. Her foot looked so good. And it smelled amazing. A fresh morning being all bound up in that tight leather boot, sweating away while chores were being done, errands ran. I wanted that foot in my mouth, wanted to suck it dry and wipe that smell all over my face. I wanted to eat it. And once the smell of her stocking faded in intensity, I wanted her to peel it off for me. Peel it off slowly so I could savour and lick my lips, teasing myself into a frenzy. Inch by inch, millimetre by millimetre that pearly skin was exposed with its soft smattering of short blond hairs. Those streaks of dirt that had soaked in through the sock made it all the more charming. When the heel emerged I wanted to cradle it in my jaw, hold it softly between my teeth. Then I wanted to nestle it under my chin, and have it press into my throat so that I couldn’t breathe. Then the rest of her stockinged foot would curl over my mouth, her toes not an inch away from my nose. With my teeth and my tongue I would slip into the opening, right at the point where she had paused in her sock removal. Then I’d slide my tongue right over the soul of her foot and curl it up under the fabric. It is so warm there, right at the centre of the bottom of the foot. With my tongue I push with all my might upwards, lifting the fabric and…. ah, and inch more skin is revealed and instantly my ravenous lips jump towards it, kissing and caressing her foot, sucking at it and biting, devouring it whole.
I couldn’t resist any longer! I had to have it! Quick as a wink my hand darted out from under the chair and grabbed her foot, and I started gobbling at her toes ravenously. In the next moment her food swung away from me. The ball of her foot landed on the bridge of my nose, right between my eyes, hard. She forced the back of my head into the edge of the chair with a painful thud, then pushing my chin to the floor with a crash!
“Who do you think you are?” she asked, her green eyes widening. “You have no right to come in here and… assault my foot in such a way. In fact, you don’t deserve to lick my foot. You don’t even deserve to look at my foot!” Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at me, sterner than ever. “And yet here you are lying under my chair and acting like you own the place.” She kicked my head roughly to the side. My neck hit the chair leg painfully. With resolve she stepped right on top of my head, pressing down with a little more weight than was comfortable. “Now what am I going to do with you?” she asked, each second pressing down a little more and a little more until all her weight was leaning on me. “How will I show you a lesson for what you have done?”
A wheeze of pain escaped my lips. She immediately knocked over the chair that I was under with her hand, throwing it across the open doorway. Then she moved her foot into the small of my back, and lifted the foot with the other boot still on it onto the back of my head. “Shut UP!” she yelled. “I can’t think with you making all that dirty noise. The fact that you’re breathing in here is distracting me from my thoughts.” It was hard to breathe with all her weight on my chest and head. I just let her weight relax into me and breathed into the little space I had.
“What shall I do with you?” With each word she rocked her weight forwards and back, making my upper body shift from side to side, my chest bruising from her significant weight. “What..to…do…with.. you…?” My chin was getting pressed hard into the shoe mat, scraping against the little bits of rock and dirt. It was starting to sting.
“I know!” she cried, suddenly leaping off my body and bounding across the room to get something. “Now don’t you dare move a muscle.” I sucked air into my lungs and wriggled my body to get some of the ache out. “I mean it!” she said, shooting my a glance from across the room. “You have already been so terrible today, I don’t think I could stand it if you were an ounce worse than you already are.” With resignation I stopped moving, and once again lay perfectly still.
“I want to tie you up. But I don’t know what to use. You’re such a disgusting person that I don’t want to use anything fancy. You would just get it dirty and ruin it completely! Hm….. Oh I know,” she said and reached outside her door. “This is old garden twine from last season that’s been sitting out in the rain all winter long. It’s all crusty from the weather, but still perfectly strong. And it doesn’t matter if it gets covered in your filthy hands, because I was just going to use it to tie up the garbage anyway. Ha! That’s what you are! A heap of trash!” She giggled. “Now put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. OK, good.” She dug her heels into the soft flesh under my armpits, squatting to get herself down to my hands. I noticed with a cringe that she’d put her other boot back on. “Lift your hands!” She took the rope and swiftly wrapped it around my wrists several times and tied it shut with a decisive pull. “Good. Now what about these legs. I don’t want them kicking around, filthy little things. Ugh… and they are much dirtier than your hands. Dis-gusting. I must take care of these right away.” She raced outside for another piece of rope, ordered me to lift my legs, and quickly wrapped these up in the rope as well, finishing the whole thing off with an old potato sack. “The sack is so you don’t get my carpet dirty.”
Next she grabbed the toppled over chair and set it up just in front of my head. “Alright,” she said, “Now you are going to eat my pussy.” I gasped as I looked up at her. “That’s right. You’re going to make my cum. It is the absolute least you could do after invading my hut in such a way. All good house guests must do it, and you’re not even a guest. So you’ll have to make me come twice.” With that, she leaned back into her chair, sticking her pelvis out towards me.
It was hard to prop myself up, because my legs and arms were tied behind me. But with a wriggle here and a thrust there, I managed to shimmy my way up. On my knees, I walked towards her. She had just started to part her legs open. I could see her sweet thighs peeking out above her pretty white stockings. As I bent my face down further I saw, under her skirt, that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I stuck my head farther inside under her skirt, and the smell there was amazing. She smelled so sweet, like fresh grass and marshmallows roasting on a fire. But also a bit like mud under a bridge. I stopped at her thigh, and stuck my nose right up next to it, and sniffed. I could hear her breathing.
She parted her legs more, and I slowly made my way up her thigh, inch by inch. I could feel her soft flesh under my lips. I could almost taste her smell as I parted my lips, and let her air fill my every pore. And then, her pussy. It was a deep pink colour, and it was wet. Her gooey lips glistened in the muted light under her skirt. And her beautiful clit hood was rimmed with short dark blond hairs, darker than the rest of the hair on her body. I just stopped there and soaked in the image for a few minutes. She let out a little groan, and then, ever so slowly, I let my tongue seep out from between closed lips, and towards her labia. I put my tongue between her lips, and tasted her sweet juice. I ran my tongue slowly up one side of her lips, and then slowly back down the other side. Not getting all the way to the clit, just rimming a few inches around her opening. Then I stuck my tongue in a little further, and slurped. Slurped her lovely lips into my mouth while rubbing my tongue all around on it. I could hear her moaning now. I think she liked it.
“Don’t stop,” she said. So, I decided I wanted to eat her whole. I took my tongue out of her pussy, opened my lips, and closed them around hers. Then I stuck my tongue out and rubbed it all up and down inside her pussy. I made puckering shapes with my mouth, sucking sucking and releasing. Then I wriggled my tongue up to her clit, and I put my lips around her clit, and I sucked it. Sucked it in, and her whole body shuddered. I could tell it was very sensitive.
I wish I had my hands free, so I could finger her pussy while licking her clit. They were tied behind my back, unfortunately, so I had to make due with just my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, and stuck my nose into her pussy. My tongue searched lower, lower… onto her asshole. It tasted different, more musky. She writhed when I touched it. Her moans of pleasure seeping out through her lips. I could feel her muscles tightening on my nose. I flicked my tongue up and down over her anus, loving every second of it.
“Ooh, I like it there,” she said. “I like it there a lot.” Then I opened my lips again, and like an inchworm, inched my way back up her pussy. She started moving her hips in time with the steps my lips were taking. When I got to her clit, I held it between my teeth, softly, and let my tongue writhe on top of it. Ever so slowly teasing and teasing her. She was wriggling quite a bit now, and I could feel her juiced pouring out of her body. I started getting faster and faster with my tongue while my lips sucked and moved up and down her shaft. Faster and faster. She grabbed the back of my head and held it onto her pussy. “Oh,” she said, “Oh, keep doing that. Oh, keep doing that. Oh. Oh.. Oh, oh. Oh! Oh…”
My tongue was getting tired, but I pushed on because I knew my lady really liked it. I was starting to sweat, and my dick was pressing its erection up against my jeans. “Oh, oh!” she said. “Oh, you’re so dirty. Oh, oh I can’t even stand it! Oh.. I wish I hadn’t tied your hands up so you could slap my ass and finger fuck my pussy.”
Just then, I realized that if I twisted in just the right way, my wrists could come undone. It worked! And I did–I did slap her ass.
“Oh!” She cried, “Oh my god, how did you get out? Oh no, oh no, You’re gonna get me. You’re gonna get me, oh no oh no! Oh no…” And then I took my finger, my dirty muddy crusty finger and I slid it inside her wet, undulating pussy. It was so wet now, and so big inside cause she was so happy. I stuck two fingers in, and then I slipped a third one in.
“Oh no, oh no… you’re so dirty. You’re so dirty! OH! OH! Oh! Uh-huh. Oh, uh-huh…” she cried. “Oh, oh oh…”
That’s how I gave her her first orgasm…