Protege Mistress

Chapter One-3

“Open your mouth and show me how you wished you could kiss me on your drive over.” Her feet lifted into the air, and she pressed the bottoms against his face. Kevin moved from one to the other, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on them. The smell of dank sweat struck his nostrils as he inhaled with his lips sealed over her feet but contained the fragrance of intimacy. His closeness with the object of his devotion made the smell and taste of her immediately pleasant. He lost himself in his passion, and a moan escaped him.

“Oooh, good boy, that’s it. Moan for me.” Her feet pressed harder, and Kevin pressed back. His tongue slipped out and curled around a toe. At the top of his periphery, he caught Diane’s hand slide down her belly and slip under the waistband of her pants. Her moans joined his. Her other hand popped the button on her pants, and soon the two roving hands spread the zipper open. Kevin moaned harder, licked and kissed faster, but peeked up and glimpsed fingers slide under the purple triangle of Diane’s panties. Her eyes closed, and her body rippled against the couch as her hands bulged the purple material from her open pants. Her feet began to flail. Toes filled his mouth. His cheeks were caught with wild slaps.

He tried futilely to match her intensity. The locked pleasure in the tight fly of his jeans pulsed only faintly and uselessly as he witnessed Diane pleasuring herself. Her moans became high-pitched, frantic sighs and she seemed to have forgotten about him. His face might have been her footboard for all the attention she gave him.

Kevin had seen women come before, but he had always been so involved in his performance, so absorbed by his own building climax. Watching from his knees, Diane appeared so powerful and beautiful, able to conjure such a force in her own body with the touch of her hands. Kevin’s experiences with his own hand—desperate as he felt to use it presently—paled in comparison. Her feet suddenly went rigid, pressed against his face with a big toe in his mouth. She shrieked as her hand vibrated up and down inside her panties.

An orgasm that lasted minutes made Kevin wonder if, in fact, he had ever seen a woman come before. The slits of her eyes opened, and finding him staring wide-eyed back at her, she reached with her feet for the top of his head, pinched his hair with her toes, and pulled down. Her feet went to the back of his head and she kept him pinned, his nose touched to the carpet. “Stay,” she said.

He heard her hands still fidgeting, but her breath slowed and quieted. After a while, her feet slipped off. Kevin raised his head slowly, keeping his eyes down. Asking for permission, by moving slowly, to look up again. She allowed it. She smiled down at him. A light covering of sweat was the only evidence of the powerful outburst, laced with femininity, for which he felt honored to have been present.

Diane’s gaze dropped slightly, her smile remained, and Kevin felt suddenly, humiliatingly aware of his erection pressing against the fly of his jeans. The denim felt like shackles. He imagined her reaching out and pressing there with her toes, knew her touch, even with the denim barrier, would be more pleasurable than anything he had ever experienced. But her foot lightly swung in front of him, tantalizingly close but no nearer. “Well, you should probably go,” she said.

“Of course, sure.” Kevin downed the last of his beer and rose. Diane grinned and made no effort to hide her amusement as his embarrassing predicament gained prominence with him standing. “Well, bye.”

Diane got up as he was halfway to her door. “Wait.”

Kevin turned.

“You can kiss my feet goodbye.” She stood directly in front of him. Nearly a head shorter, he had never noticed. He slowly climbed down onto his hands and knees. He stretched his face forward, lowered it, and placed a soft kiss on top of her foot. He started to rise. “I said feet,” she said, “not foot.” He moved to the other and as his lips touched, she said, “And stay.”

He remained with his lips pressed to her foot, as she squatted down. She patted his head. “Good boy. See you at work.”