With each step that Doris and I took to the door of the apartment building, my heart beat a little faster. To put it plainly, I was nervous. Doris was older than me by about four years, attractive and a lot of fun to be with. What was causing my nervous anticipation was how comfortable she had been with all of my sexual references to her high-heeled boots.

I opened the apartment door for her, and as she walked in, Doris murmured, “Thank you.” I like that. It’s nice for women to appreciate traditional male-female roles. We engaged in a few moments’ conversation while I hung up our jackets in the front hall closet. Then I turned on the light for her in the living room, switched the three-way bulb to the lowest setting and walked into the kitchen to pour us each an iced tea.

When I came back, she was sitting on my desk, her feet up on the chair and her skirt pulled up to her knees. “Take off my boots for me, Eddie, dear.”

Was this it? I wondered. She hadn’t even said “please,” to be sure, and there was something in her voice. It was flat, monotone, and, most important, very direct.

“Okay,” I said with a half-smile — with the knot forming in my throat, it would have been impossible to say much more. I set the glasses down on the coffee table in front of the television set and walked over to the big metal desk.

Doris didn’t move her legs to allow me to sit down. Instead I had to lift her feet, sit down on the chair and place her boots in my lap. Even through my jeans, my erection must have been noticeable, for I am sure I grimaced as one of her heels slipped into my crotch. She glanced at me but didn’t say anything. Her Mona Lisa-like smile could have been painted on.

I tugged at the gray, soft-leather boots. They weren’t tight and they were the low-rise style, so they came off easily. I dropped them on the floor, rather loudly, and slid them under the desk. I had a feeling that something else was going to happen, and I didn’t want anything in the way. This could be the realization of a dream come true.

Once again her now naked left foot had drifted to my crotch, and I knew she had felt how aroused I was. “Rub my feet for me.” Another command. She leaned back on my desk, sweeping papers and pens onto the floor, and, propping herself up on her elbows, stared at the empty whiteness of the ceiling. Had I actually confessed to her my intense erotic attraction to women’s feet? I couldn’t remember.

I took one of her feet in each hand and, using my thumbs, attempted to massage her soles. They were moist, undoubtedly from the leather. Her toenails were painted a light coral color. I ran my fingers over her toes, curling them forward, running my hands over the tops of her feet, caressing her ankles….

Her left foot again. Now it was moving up my chest, the toes occasionally gripping and squeezing my flesh. Doris brought her foot to my neck, tweaking my earlobe with her big toe. I sat motionless. I was painfully aware of how constraining jeans really were. The foot was now across my cheek, and I had my eyes closed. It smelled good, a combination of talcum, leather and sweet perspiration, but then again, I was so turned on that maybe anything would have smelled good. Even more significant, I believed I was beginning to smell the deep, moist. musky smell of her, ambrosia to my senses.

She brought that big toe to my lips and held it there until I kissed it. One by one she moved her toes across my lips until, four kisses later, I took her tiny little toe between my lips and ran my tongue over and around it. I was consumed with desire at this point — I was sure that my underwear was drenched with pre-come — and I grasped her foot with both hands and rubbed my face against the warm softness of her sole.

I began to kiss and lick her foot in an almost frenzied manner, sucking on each toe and running my tongue over her skin. Lifting her other foot up, I pressed my face into both of them, closing my eyes and softly caressing her ankles.

In no time at all I was in another world, savoring the taste, feel and smell of those beautiful feet. The moment was every bit as magical as I had dreamed it would be, and every bit as exciting.

Doris must have been aroused too, for she moved her feet from my face and nudged the back of my head with them, pulling me toward her, before spreading her legs wide and placing her feet firmly on the arms of the chair.

Like a pressure wave, that wonderfully enticing smell drifted from her and hit me. She had hiked her skirt up higher and spread her labia with her fingers. “Eat me, eat me good” she said, removing her hand and sliding toward me.

I scooted toward her on the chair and pushed my face between her legs. My senses were overwhelmed by an incredible explosion of taste, smell and touch. I literally slurped up her juices, coating my face, drinking her down. My tongue danced over her swollen clitoris, over and between her lips, pressing into her hot, pink hole.

“Stop.” I hesitated, my tongue half out of my mouth. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you.” I stripped frantically, rushing to free myself from the cloth that surrounded me. In seconds I was naked before her, my cock erect, shiny-wet at the tip as pre-come oozed from me. I was a live wire.

“Come back. Don’t touch yourself.” I had no problem with either command. I wanted to bring her to orgasm with my tongue and then enter her, and I knew that if my penis even brushed against anything, I would explode in a climax. I concentrated on her clitoris now, rubbing my tongue against that erect pleasure point. trying to bring her off as quickly as possible. I was in no mood for finesse now.

Doris clamped her legs around my head, and I felt her hands on my neck. I moved my tongue this way and that. I knew I didn’t have much time. I could instinctively feel the pressure building inside her. And then, a second or two later, Doris slammed my face into her crotch, her fingers pulling at my hair, her pelvis grinding into me, as she rocked with a wild orgasm.

I didn’t stop until she said “Enough” and pushed me away. I was close to climaxing myself, very, very close, but a moment later, Doris pulled herself to the edge of the desk and spread her legs wide. And then, for the first time, she smiled. “You may enter now, Eddie.”

I didn’t even get all the way in. The head of my aching cock slipped between the slippery wetness of her lips and I came, shouting, “Thank you, thank you” as I pushed into her warmth with a satisfying lunge. We stayed like that for a moment, my heart beating frantically as I panted against her shoulder. It had been such an amazing experience for me. I even felt some of my come drip on my foot when I heard her say “Eat.”