I Want Holly

"I think I got them last year as a present," she said. "I guess I like them, but they make my feet so sweaty."

Holly removed her socks and revealed her dainty little feet. Indeed, they glistened with hot sweat. They were recently done it seemed, with a pleasant french pedi. "I've been on my feet all day too. I could go for a nice massage right about now."

I realized that this could be a great opportunity to get to know her feet intimately. "Well why don't you take a seat a let me help you with that?"

She gave me a funny look. "Oh Adam, you don't want to rub my gross feet do you?"

I gave her a little laugh. "Don't worry yourself Holly. You've had a long day. Just let someone take care of you for once."

Another one of her trademark smiles greeted me. "Adam, you are seriously the sweetest man I've ever met. Here, let me get a drink." Holly went to the kitchen and soon came back out with a tall glass of pinot noir. She sat down on the couch with me and place her feet on my lap. "My toes are killing me the most."

"Then let's start there," I said, talking her cute little digits into my hands and pulling on them gently to relieve the pressure.

Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. I had never massaged a foot before, so I was going off what I had seen and heard about rubbing feet. Whatever I was doing, at least Holly seemingly enjoyed it. She began to close her eyes and relax herself on the couch. From the get go, I noticed that Holly's feet reeked. A smell of sweat permeated the room. Though I was quite familiar with Holly's foot smell, this stench was stronger and more arousing than any of her shoes. My mouth began to water, as if her feet were a big juicy steak. I wanted to suck on these toes badly.

"Sorry if my feet smell bad," Holly said, still relaxed and with her eyes closed. "I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Everyone tells me I have foot odor problems."

"Oh no!" I exclaimed. "It's not bad at all. I think your feet are just fine."

She giggled. "Fine? That's the last word anyone uses for my feet. Adam, you seriously are the sweetest guy I know."

Her compliment made me smile. "Just trying to make you feel good, that's all."

I restrained myself for what seemed like hours, but was actually minutes, as I massaged her feet. Holly then sat up and looked at me, apparently satisfied with my job.

"Thank you Adam," she said, her face bright red. "I have no idea what I would do without you."

"Give yourself some credit Holly," I replied. "You are a single mom taking care of your kid and working to pay for you both. I couldn't do that."

"No, that's not exactly what I mean," she continued in a shaky voice, blushing even deeper now.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused at the sudden change of behavior in her. Normally, Holly was composed and glowing. Right then, she was nervous and seemingly timid. Her next words explained everything.

"Adam, since I met you, I've had these feelings," she explained to me. "I thought it was just a silly little crush, since you are so handsome." She paused and looked at me to gauge my reaction for a second before continuing. "But I can't fool myself: I think it might be more than that."

Then it was my face that was turning crimson. I had long since had feelings for her, but never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined her returning those feelings.

An awkward silence followed her confession, and we just looked at each other. Holly's green eyes reflected both doubt and concern, as she expected some kind of response from me and continued to sip on her wine. Finally, I spoke up.

"Holly, I have the same feelings towards you," I admitted.

As if something massive was lifted off her shoulders, Holly returned to a more relaxed state. "Oh my god, I thought you would find it weird that an older woman likes you honestly," she said with a laugh. "I mean, you probably attract plenty of women your own age and-"

"But I want you," I interrupted. "I've wanted you since we first met, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. You're my neighbor after all."

Holly was caught off guard by my interjection, her eyes wide open. She took yet another sip of her drink. I began to wonder how strong that drink was, and if it had anything to do with her openness.

"Can I ask you something Adam?" she asked timidly.

"Anything Holly," I replied.

"Do you have a thing for feet?"

Now it was me caught off guard. "Yes," I answered simply.

Her face began to twist into one of those "I got you" smiles. She was beginning to understand the attraction. "And what about my feet?"

I smiled back. "Well, why don't I show you?"

Holly nodded and raised her feet to my face and I plunged my nose in between her small soles. I began sniffing like a curious dog near a fire hydrant. Her feet smelled delicious, and I savored my first time getting to directly smell them.

"How do they smell?" she asked, amused at my enthusiasm.

"Heavenly," I told her simply, as I continued sniffing.

"I've never met a guy who found my feet attractive or like the smell," she laughed. "What else do people like you do with feet?"

Rather than simply reply, I stopped sniffing and slowly brought my tongue out and licked the soles of her dainty feet. Holly's mouth opened wide, but no protest came out. My tongue began to explore her sexy wrinkled feet, which tasted very sweaty and salty. This apparently tickled Holly, as she started giggling, but tried hard to restrain it. I found the tastiest part was the underside of her little toes, and as I licked them they would react by wiggling uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, that feels so weird!" she exclaimed. "Why have I never tried this before?"

"We are only getting started," I told her. With that said, I opened my mouth and engulfed three of her toes on her right foot. They too proved to be extremely sweaty, and apparently ticklish too.

"Bahahahahaha!" Holly laughed. "Please go easy on me! I'll wake up Connor!"

I suddenly remembered the boy was still in bed. Holly moved her feet away, red in the face from my onslaught.

"Let's go to my room," she suggested. "He's less likely to hear us in there."

We crept quickly to the master bedroom, unknown to her how intimate I was with the room and it's shoe closet. Holly ushered me in and gently closed the door. I began to notice a new side to Holly was emerging. A playful, giggly side. She jumped on the bed with a laugh, much like a five year old. I began to wonder if Holly had any sort of sex life after her husband, but my train of thought was quickly interrupted when she put out her feet on the edge of the bed.

"Please do that again Adam!" she asked in a very sensual tone. "I want my toes in your mouth again."

She didn't need to ask me twice. I got down near her feet and started on her right foot. My fantasies had not included toe sucking in so long that I forgot how much I desired it. That salty, sweaty taste returned to my mouth as I sucked on her toes in earnest. They were small enough that I could fit several in at each time, even her juicy big toes.

"Oh Adam!" she gasped, seemingly not as tickled anymore. "I love feeling my toes in your hot mouth."

No argument from me. I continued devouring those tasty toes, lost in my own little world. While I did that, Holly, still in her scrubs, began feeling up her perky little breasts. Something began to rub against my leg, nearing my crotch. I took a second to look down and sure enough, Holly's left foot was making it's way down to my fully erect cock. Prompted to smile, I proceeded to lick the sole of her foot again. My sensitive tongue could feel each wrinkle, glistening with delicious flavor.

Then I felt her left foot hit my pole. It began to tenderly caress my throbbing manhood, sending shockwaves all over my body. I hadn't felt like this in a long time, nor could my late night adventures with her shoes compare to this. And we were just getting started.

Her dainty, skilled foot pinpointed where the tip of my cock was in my pants. Thought I was on Cloud 9, I did feel a bit uncomfortable having my erection confined. So I unzipped my pants and let it fly, surprising Holly.

"Someone's happy to see me," Holly teased, as her toes began stroking the head with gusto.

"I'm always happy to see you," I replied, though I realized immediately that was quite cheesy.

Holly actually laughed though, and tugged her right foot away from me. She next wrapped both her heavenly feet around my cock and began pumping away. I found myself quite surprised at how fast she could go and still have a strong grip. My balls were already filled with cum before she did began her stroking, but now I was about to shoot my load.

"You do that so good Holly," I told her, drunk in pleasure.

Suddenly, she stopped. Just as things were getting good, she stopped. I could feel the pleasure quickly dissipate, like air out of a balloon. I gave Holly a questioning look.

"I'm not ready for you to cum yet," she announced, then retreated her feet away from me. As one could imagine, I was a bit disappointed. But that didn't last very long. Holly unbuttoned her scrubs, moving her hips around like she was doing a little strip show. She slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing a very showy white bra underneath, followed by her pants to reveal matching panties.

"I didn't want to make you cum with my feet.," she said, beckoning for me to get on the bed. I took off my pants and laid down next to her, and immediately she got on top of me. "I want this to last a little longer."

With that, she shoved her face into mine and stuck her tongue down my mouth. From playful to aggressive, Holly was showing yet another side of her. While I was caught off guard at first, I soon regained my senses and attacked her mouth and tongue with equal furiosity. While our tongues wrestled, Holly began to grind on my cock, giving it new life. We made out for several long minutes before she finally broke it off. Her face was messy with saliva, and her neat hair was in the same boat. The look in her eyes told me she was willing to go all the way.

I took my chance to take the initiative, and grabbed her roughly, prompting a yelp. My mouth found her right breast and I started sucking on her nipple with an appetite. Holly's moans grew louder and her breathing heavier. I would have worried that Connor would hear, but I was fair too distracted to care. Her left breast proved just as sensitive for the young mother, as I sucked and slightly bit on that next.

"Adam, I need to be eaten out!" she said, basically screaming at this point. "Do it Adam!"

A part of me might have been unhappy that I was being ordered around, but I didn't protest whatsoever. I pulled her back, ripped her panties off her legs, and buried my face right into her shaved pussy. It smelled damp and sweaty, much like her feet. It took became very intoxicating, but my focus was on her pleasure. I drilled my tongue inside of her, and Holly screamed louder and higher than ever before.

"OH GOD YESSS! JUST LIKE THAT!" she yelled. "LICK THAT DIRTY PUSSY!"

Holly evidently had not be touched here for awhile. She was very tight and seemingly very sensitive. In fact, everywhere seemed sensitive to this divorced woman. I admit that doing this wasn't exactly my favorite part, but it sure as hell was her's. Holly's screaming only went higher in pitch. My tongue didn't stop licking her juices until I could feel her shaking. Now it was my turn to take control again.

I stopped licking her sex and looked her straight in the eye. "I want you," I told her simply.

Her eyes stared back at me, unblinking. "Do it," is all she said.

Without hesitation I brought her down, and got myself into missionary position. I stuck my cock inside her wet entrance and slowly inserted myself inside of her. Holly held back a yelp, seemingly in control of herself again. That didn't last long, just as I started pumping my manhood inside of her, she became to scream bloody murder. Somehow, this only turned me on more and I went faster and harder on the luscious blonde hottie.

While I went to town on Holly, her feet were right to the side of my shoulders. I carefully brought her left foot to my mouth and began licking them feverishly. The pre-cum on her soles didn't bother me, as I bathed every inch of those feet, and then took her toes into my mouth. Nor did my fucking slow down, and I could feel both of us were near the finish. I took one last mouthful of her hot juicy toes, then let them go and went for the kill.

Mustering up all my strength, I pumped even faster. Holly was so lost in pleasure, squeezing her breasts and red in the face. There was only so much more this woman could take. I suddenly felt her cum as I continued fucking her. Moans escaped her lips, and she started going limp in exhaustion. With one last thrust, I push myself deep inside of her and shot all that built up cum. With that, I pulled out and slowly collapsed on her.

We both were exhausted and spent. For maybe a minute or so, we could only just catch our breath. Finally, she started to laugh a little. Strange enough, I joined in too. I wrapped my arms around her and she warmly accept my embrace.

"That was the best I've ever had," she told me.

"I was just thinking the same," I replied, looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes.

We kissed again, but this time slowly and calmer. Like more civilized lovers. We fell asleep just minutes later, tired from our exciting night.