It was the best room in the house it was the worse room in the house...

My room was in between Rob's bedroom and Charles' room.

It was the best room because on cold lonely nights, you could "hear" when the guys brought home dates. It was the worse room "because" you could hear when the guys brought home dates. I guess it's a double-edged sword when you thought about it. I could hear the muffled moans of the women being pleasured by my roomies, but it would get frustrating because I wasn't the one doing it. I especially liked Rob's girlfriend, Michelle. Michelle was a hottie. She stood about 5'-5", always had a nice tan, slim, tight body.

Her brown hair was wavy around shoulder-length, and highlighted by blonde streaks. Her personality made her a must-invite whenever we had get-togethers. She was fun, friendly, and loved to wear shorts, cut-off shirts, and always waked around the apartment barefoot. That always got me breathing a little too hard. Whenever she and Rob got amorous late at night, she got pretty vocal.

Not just loud, but a lot of dirty talk, which always got me hot and bothered. And by the sound of the bed springs next door, it got Rob hot and bothered as well.

I spent many a night jacking off to the sounds of her moans and "...

Ooh, play me right there...yeah...

that's it..." tirades. I'd imagine myself doing her. She came over one Saturday night around 10:00, wearing spandex shorts, a t-shirt and those slip-on clogs that are so fashionable nowadays. She slipped off her sandals at the door like she always did.

Being a hardcore foot fetishist, my length stiffened at the sight of her bare feet.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted a shiny light blue. She also had a change of clothes with her, so I figured she was going to stay the night.

"Hi, Jon." I smiled a hello, "Hi Michelle." I watched her go into Rob's room.

I stared at her butt, suspecting she also wasn't wearing any panties, since it was hard to see any tell-tale lines. heh looks like my hand was going to be busy tonight...

I looked down at her shoes before going to my room and I had an idea. I smiled. I went to my room and waited for the first signs of foreplay came from Rob's room.

I waited for about 10 torturous minutes before I rushed downstairs to grab her flats.

I headed to my room, slid off my sweatpants and began to study Michelle's shoes.

They apparently were some of her favorites. The white leather was soft and flexible, worn-in and comfortable.

There were no sides...only a 1 or 2 inch strap just below the toes, and a heel cup to secure them to her feet.

The sole had a nice scent, sort of a combination between leather, muskiness and perfume, with soft impressions her toes had made. Bed squeaks from the next room and giggles could be heard.

I imagined Michelle's feet right there with me. Michelle's moans started from next door. It was hard to hold back, and I began to stroke myself.

I took the right shoe in my hand and brought it to my face and inhaled deeply. I stroked my length a little faster. I grabbed her right sandal with my left hand, brought it to my mouth, and ran my tongue along the sole from heel to toes. I timed my toys with each of Michelle's moans, further immersing myself in the fantasy.

I moved to the exposed instep, and rubbed her sole all over my face.

I grabbed her other flat, stuck my thingy inside it and began to masturbate with her shoe. Michelle's muffled moans came quicker.

I thrusted my hips in time to her moans and groans.

Patented leather rubbed freely against my length. I inhaled her other shoe deeply, taking in the muskiness.

I heard the familiar squeal of Michelle's orgasm and fired a white-hot gusher into the toe of her shoe. I imagined myself climaxing all over Michelle's foot. I still wasn't sleepy and I went downstairs to return her shoes to where I took them. I didn't bother cleaning them out since Michelle was going to leave the next day and it should be dried by then. I turned on TV to watch Saturday Night Live. 20 minutes into the show, Michelle came downstairs, her hair slightly mussed, and a sexual glow to her skin. She went into the kitchen. She squealed.

"Geez, your kitchen floor is cold!" With that she walked into the living room and slid her pretty feet into her sandals.

My heart jumped into my throat. My sticky blast was still inside her left shoe. Right foot in. All was good so far. Her toes were poised to go into the left shoe...maybe the leather absorbed all the moisture...

maybe she wouldn't feel it...Maybe-- "Eeww...my shoe's all wet." she said.

She noticed. Michelle pulled out her foot, spread her beautiful toes, and examined the shiny substance. My cum oozed between her toes and I couldn't help but get an erection again.

She touched my cum with a finger and sniffed at it. She looked at me. "There's cum in my shoes! How did THAT get there?" Michelle looked at me for explanation, and I gave her an embarassed look. Shit! I thought. She was going to tell Rob, and we was going to beat the-- "What is it about you guys? Mindy asked. I can't take off my shoes without someone staring at my feet, or jerking off into my shoes. Lisa was telling me the other day how her ex-boyfriend used to ask for footjobs, and her friend Deanne's boyfriend likes to suck her toes.

This is crazy! When did women's feet become sex equipment?" "I'm sorry, it's just that you have pretty feet.

What can I say? Look, I'll clean them up and do anything you want, just don't tell Rob." She sighed, and went upstairs. Play, she was going to bring Rob downstairs to show him what I did.

I looked up to see her close the door to Rob's room. She came downstairs and sat on the couch across from me. "Bring it out." she said.

"Huh?" She reached over and began pulling down my sweatpants.

"All you had to do was say something. You want to play with my toes? Is that what you're after? Then I get to play with something of yours." she said, grasping my inflating length. "Uh, well, yeah...

I mean, you'd let me suck your toes?" "Sure. Why not? This should get you satisfied, and you'll leave my shoes alone, right?" she asked.

"But Rob is upsta--" "He's asleep. Besides, we're not cheating right? As long as we don't play..and I'm open to new things.

I want to see what's so hot about this foot-sucking thing that Deanne and Lisa keep telling me about." With that, Michelle sat back on the couch and raised her left leg, holding her foot out to me. I took her foot gently in my hands and lowered my lips to her toes. First, I sniffed deeply. It was like her shoes, only stronger, muskier. Much more of a turn-on. I toyed them, running my tongue over each toe, toying and sucking. "Mmmmm....that IS kinda nice.

" she purred, leaning back to get more comfortable.

My length throbbed. I couldn't believe it! After months of hearing her moan through the walls, she was finally moaning for me! I moved on to her small toe, nibbled it gently and sucked it into my mouth. As I toyed each toe, her eyes closed half-way.

She stopped me briefly to pull her panties off and rubbed her softness leisurely. I stared at her brown bush, my length standing at attention. Michelle sighed and smiled. "This is SO kinky." she said, continuing to finger herself. I watched as her pointer and pinky parted her soft edges, and her middle and ring finger dove in.

She moaned in pleasure as my length quivered. I continued running my tongue between each toe, eventually coming to her big toe, which I sucked deep. Eventually, I moved to her instep, and kissed my way back to her heel, which I nipped between my teeth, rubbing her foot all over my face. I went back to sucking her toes. "I really like that." Michelle sighed as I switched to her other foot. "Can I touch your thingy with my toes? Are you gonna cum all over it?" "Probably", I said. "I've been wanting to do this for you ever since I met you, so I'll probably cum a lot." "Really? Oooh!..How much cum?" she teased. "Pints." I replied with a gasp. I lay back as she began to massage my thingy with her toes and the ball of her foot.

Her manicured toes worked their way up and down my stiff rod, and her silky soft foot job made it stiffer with each stroke. She teased the head with the toes. Needless to say, I didn't last long. She clenched my length with the toes of her left foot. I kept thrusting against her foot uncontrollably. I grunted and shot all over her feet. Her feet sliding crazily along my length, using my cum as the lubricant. "This is wild, " she said. "Okay, it's my turn.

Go down on me." I readily obeyed, smashing my face to her softness and toyed her personal place, tasting every bit of her wonderful softness. Her back arched slightly as her hips bucked upward. Michelle's breathing became labored, and she moaned quietly.

The sound of her voice made my length stiff yet again.

Her eyes closed, and I quickly got above her. I slid my length inside her.

Her eyes snapped open.

"No! We can't do this...We shouldn't be playing...

" but her legs had already locked around my waist, and her hips continued to buck reflexively. I thrusted deep. "Should I stop playing your softness then?" But I knew even I couldn't stop if I wanted to. She bit her lip but didn't answer.

I ground my hips against her, enjoying the friction of her softness. I brought her foot up to my mouth and saw it was still wet with my cum. I had a wonderfully naughty idea. I began toying my own salty cum off her toes, making sure to get every bit from between her toes. And just in time.

Michelle closed her eyes, and arched her back.

Her mouth opened in a moan, and I quickly brought my lips to hers, letting my cum drip back down onto her tongue. Her eyes opened in surprise, and began sucking on my tongue hungrily, drinking down my cum. She came quietly, and I came too, excited by the fact that I was giving her my cum from both ends.

She smiled when she was done. "Dear god, that was hot.

" she said, struggling to catch her breath. She glistened with sweat and cum, exhausted and extremely satisfied. Her legs locked around me to keep in inside a few more minutes.

We got cleaned up, and she gave a sensuous kiss of thanks. Rob was none the wiser.