The Landlady
It was a hot summer day and I was mowing the lawn.My wife, Sharon, and I live in the back half of a duplex house. The front half is owned by our landlords the Murphy’s. Jack and Donna are reallynice and about five years older than us which makes them in their late thirties. Since Jack was out of state on business for a few days, I volunteered to mow the lawn. Sweat had soaked through my shirt and was dripping from my face when I came around the side of the house to mow the back yard. Sharon and Donna were sitting in the back chatting so I waved. As I made my way around the yard in a box pattern, I noticed they were laughing and smiling a lot. They also seemed to be talking about me. I shrugged it off as girl talk and thought about the great sex Sharon gave me last night. If I get to do that to her , I guess she can make fun of me with the landlady all she wants. Soon they both left and I mowed away in peace.
After I finished the yard, I went inside all sweaty and stuck with dirt and grass. In the kitchen, I grabbed an ice cold Corona from the fridge and turned towards the counter noticing a note from my wife. It said that Donna had wanted to borrow my wife's open-toed, high-heeled sandals and would I mind bringing them over there around 4pm when Donna would be back home. I looked at the clock, 3:12. My wife had left her sandals on the table still in their box. Recognizing the shoebox, I thought of how hot those sandals had been on Sharon’s . She had worn them to a semi-formal party with a beautiful dress and black stockings. My wife and Donna must have the same size 8 . So I grabbed a new beer having drained the first one already and took a cool shower. I finished bathing, got dressed, and headed for the landlady's side of the house carrying the shoebox under one arm. Donna answered the door, smiling and looking fantastic as usual. She was wearing a tight white tee shirt, low-cut khakis, and light blue socks with black loafers. Her tee shirt was cropped a little so when she moved, I would catch glimpses of her navel and flat stomach.
When she turned to escort me inside, I noticed that her tee shirt was smooth on her back, no bra! "Have a seat," she said gesturing towards one of the chairs near the bay windows, "glass of wine?" "Sure," I replied, "just the cheap stuff though." She laughed. "That's all I ever have." I sat down and placed the shoebox on the floor next to my chair. The two chairs sat almost squarely facing each other with a small table on one side. "Do you want ice?" she called from the adjacent kitchen.
"No thanks," I replied. "Here we are," she said handing a nearly full glass of white wine to me. "You're not trying to get me drunk are you," I asked noticing her glass was considerably less full than mine. "No," she smiled as she sat crossing her legs in the chair across from me. Her shoe slipped off the heel of her suspended . With her shoe dangling like that, I stole a glance at her beautiful arch. "I wouldn't do that, your wife told me how you get when your tipsy" "What do you mean," I demanded smiling. "Well she told me that when you drink, you get 'all hands'," she let her shoe drop to the floor. "Or should I say 'all feet'." "What?" I asked feeling my face warming as I blushed. "She told me all about your fetish this morning".
Just then the phone rang and Donna sprang up and kicked off her remaining shoe before leaving the room for the phone. She was out of sight talking to caller about a catalog order. I took a sip of the wine and looked at her loafers on the floor. Size 8 was printed just inside one of them. Suddenly I felt nervous, my heart beating faster as a thought popped into my head about smelling her shoes. I looked toward the kitchen where she was still talking, what if she caught me? I'd probably be evicted. If I was going to do it I better do it now. The excitement of it had blood racing through me especially in my groin. Knowing it was perverted and with one last look towards the kitchen, I bent down and picked up one of her shoes bringing it directly to my nose. Nothing. I had expected a sweet aroma or maybe flat out stink, but I smelled nothing. Not really nothing because I could smell the shoe leather a bit. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply with her shoe now pressed against my face. "Hey!! What are you doing?" Donna said loudly. Instantly my hand (with her shoe) jerked down away from my face to between my legs where I let the shoe fall quietly to the floor. "What?" I answered turning toward her as if I was innocence incarnate. Looking at her expression, I knew that I was busted. Even if she hadn't seen me, my face and diverted eyes surely would indicate my guilt.
"You naughty boy. Sharon told me about your secret little fetish, but she's not going to believe this," Donna said with a deviant smile walking to her chair and sitting. "Wait Donna, I can explain. I was just trying to see the brand. . ." "Sniffing my shoes!" she interrupted. "You were sniffing my shoes." And coyishly, " Bad boy!" "I am really sorry, please don't tell Sharon, she'll hate me." I stammered on. "I just have this thing for and yours are so, well, I mean that. . ." "Maybe you can make it up to me," she said stretching out her legs and resting her on my lap. "I sure could use a massage." For a moment or two I sat there stupidly blinking at the socks on her wondering if I was dreaming. Deciding to go with it either way, I took her right in my hands and began rubbing my thumbs into her soft sole. Massaging first her arch and working upwards to her toes, I felt the familiar swelling in my groin. "Mmm, that feels really good" Donna purred.
As I continued to work her over, she moved her left so it rested between my legs. The heel was on the chair and the rest of her hovered just above my crotch. Donna slid down in her chair a little and in doing so happened to press down with her left onto my cock. "Your such a pervert, you've got a hard-on over rubbing my oot!" she said. She continued, not lifting her from my crotch, "well no more Mrs. Nice Landlady for you. Why sniff my shoes when you can have the real thing, -boy?" Donna lifted her out of my massaging hands and put the whole thing on my face. Her socked sole was over my nose while her heel was practically in my mouth. "Breath deep naughty boy," she said. Her sock was a little moist and I could smell a combination of laundry detergent, lotion, and a not unpleasant odor of feminine sweat.
My landlady slid her down my face slowly, first the ball over my nose, then her toes. She stopped her toes on my lips. "Kiss my toes. Mmm, that's good. You want to suck them don't you?" Donna asked as she pressed her left harder against my cock. "Yes, oh please let me suck them," I mumbled still kissing her toes. "Take my socks off!" I complied gently removing both of her light blue socks. The precum was flowing as I gazed at my landlady's beautiful bare , now resting one on each of my thighs. Her lovely toes were well manicured with a coating of bright red polish and she had obviously shaved recently as her legs and were smooth and hairless. "Suck my toes," Donna ordered bringing her bare to my lips. I moaned as I began sucking her delicious toes. I was kissing and licking and sucking her and toes all over. She started rubbing her crotch with her hand and I could see her hard nipples poking through her tee shirt. "Let me see your little dick!" she commanded. I opened my jeans and let my cock out.
“Let me see you play with it,” she said and I started jerking it for her. Suddenly Donna kicked my shoulder and said, “Don’t stop sucking my toes” she said sternly. “You come over here, stare at my all the time, and then I catch you smelling my shoes! You think you can do anything you want?” “No,” I said weakly still jerking my cock while I licked each of her delicious toes. “You do what I say, understand -boy?” she growled. I could see her nipples were totally hard. Then she unbuttoned her pants and slid a hand down inside to her crotch. She moved her left over to my balls and gently caressed them as I was now kissing her right sole. Donna’s bare on my balls and the other in my mouth and still jerking I could feel I was going. . . .
“Ouch!!” I blurted as she suddenly pressed really hard on my sack with her . “Stop jerking your little cock pervert! You think I want you squirting all over my ?” she said rubbing herself inside her pants. Her face was a little flushed and she shuddered as she brought her from my anxious mouth to my hard cock. Now both of her were working my cock. The left resting it’s heel on my balls while supporting my shaft with the arch and sole. Her right rubbed up and down my cock pausing sometimes at the top while her toes squeezed my cockhead. Precum was oozing out of my dick onto her toes. “You’re not going to make a mess on my are you?” she asked squeezing and pumping my cock faster between her beautiful as her fingers were vigorously rubbing her clit. “Oh, I’m gonna make a mess,” I panted and she pumped me harder and harder.
“Ah, ohh,” I said as my body spasmed and my cock jerked, erupting hot in bursts all over her . Donna quivered as her own fingers brought herself to an orgasm. “Oh, you bad boy. Very bad, look at your mess,” she said as her body shook with delight. She continued gently pumping my cock until the last drops of drained out. Thank you. That was incredible,” I said as she was still massaging my weakening cock with her covered . “You made quite a mess on my , didn’t you? I told you not to do it, now who’s going to clean this up?” Donna lifted her dripping with to my lips. “Come on, be a good little boy and clean up your mess,” she said as she pushed her toes into my mouth. I was reluctant at first and didn’t open my mouth but Donna started pressing on my balls again with her left until I gave in. I could taste my on her toes, it was still warm on her cool skin. She massaged my cock some more with her other while I licked her right sole. She turned her over and on the top was a big glob of which she pressed into my open mouth. “Good boy,” she said when I finished cleaning up both . “Now where are those sandals you brought for me?” I picked them up from beside the chair with my dick still hanging out and the taste of and in my mouth. “Now put your wife’s sandals on my ,” Donna said. I did as I was told, strapping the sandals onto my landlady’s sexy peds. She laughed looking at my groin and said, “what am I going to do with you?” I looked down and saw that my cock was getting hard again.