After licking her feet for a while, she looks up from her book and says, "You outta take a break. Otherwise you'll be drained of all your saliva and you won't make any conversation... and I have to admit your conversation isn't bad".
You have a big smile after such a compliment. Joking after you say for an older woman she's a great conversationalist and has a great pair of feet.
Marge scoffs and says, "Hmph maybe you outta keep licking my feet. Not sure I love this new conservation". She realizes the humor and both of you laugh.
You ask Marge the possibility of her reading out loud some things you wrote down.
Marge says no problem since there isn't much else to do. Borrowing the light and her paper you write some lines then pass it to her.
After handing her the note, you lay on your back and place both her soles on your face.
"Ok so you want me to just say this out loud to you, right?".
You nod into her soles. Also given that it was dark, you sneakily pulled your shorts down and released your rod.
In a choppy tone since she was trying to make out your writing in the dim light, Marge read your note.
"Wow... you are a loser... my foot loser. Smell... my big soles foot loser. I always on your mind... I own you. Imagine if your... parents knew about this... how ... shameful..."
Marge kept reading the note and you jerked it in the dark with her feet planted on your face. You use your other hand to move Marge's feet back and forth on your face.
Coming close to bursting, you were lost in another world thanks to her feet and comments.
"So pathetic... inhale my big basketball soles... I'm an... athlete and you smell... my feet. Loser".
At climax, the lights suddenly came back on and Marge looked down to see her younger next door neighbor spazing and exploding onto her living room floor.
You came for nearly half a minute and Marge couldn't help but look impressed.
"Huh who would've guessed feet would get a reaction like that. Okay footboy, catch your breath then clean that up. By the way if you wanna jerk off, give me some heads up. I can put out a towel or something".
Suddenly theres a knock at the door. Marge approaches the peephole and clearly recognizes the figure. She motions for you to move away from eyesight and they exchange a brief conversation about seeing if Marge's application seemed to come back online and potential causes.
Eventually the figure leaves and Marge says, "come out come out wherever you are".
You sheepishly come out of her room asking if the cost is clear. Marge nods and assures you all is good. As sad as you were to admit this, you had to excuse yourself to take care of some homework.
The whole foot thing between you and Marge was only a piece of this little relationship. Upon hearing about your studies, Marge is proud that you want to maintain good grades and ushers you out.
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