Indulgent Next Door Neighbor – Part II 19 min read

The next night I came back from the gym, and found a piece of cream pie outside my door with a little note taped to it. The note read, ‘Peppermint cream pie. Couldn’t resist when I saw it, and you don’t even have to lick it off my feet . . . unless you want to.’ It had a little smiley face at the end. I knocked on her door but no answer. I did not eat the pie. Too many carbs. She was away for the weekend.

On Monday night, she knocked and asked if I enjoyed the pie. I told her I did not eat it because it had too many carbs and had to toss it so I wasn’t tempted by it. She sarcastically told me she was insulted. I explained that I was dieting down for a competition. I added somewhat cryptically, ‘I tried to take you up on your offer on the spur of the moment but you weren’t home.’ She laughed and said she had left for the weekend, flew into town this morning and went straight to work today, but had more pie if I was still interested in some. I was not sure if she got my point about her offer, and I was not sure if she was matter of factly offering pie, or re-offering the same method of serving the pie. I told her I would have to pass on cream pie because I had to watch my sugar intake. Being a little bit cocky, I lifted my shirt a little to show her my abdominal muscles. I know conceited move, but no worries, there is no trace of that six pack nowadays. I digress.

She then said ‘Well you still have to try my almond oil. Why don’t you come over for a few minutes?’ A little embarrassed and uncomfortable, I said without really thinking, ‘Ahh, I just worked out so I am all sweaty, I need to shower.’ What an idiot! She then rescued me and replied, ‘It’s not like we are going to have sex or anything?’ And then she just turned without waiting for an answer and started for her door, throwing out one last remark, ‘Just brush your teeth first though.’

On the one hand I was interested, but on the other it felt a little weird to be asked nicely, and not have to figure out a sneaky way to get what I wanted. Most importantly, I was not sure if I was imagining the double entendres. Were we on the same wavelength? Things were just vague enough so I wasn’t sure. And what the hell did that last comment mean? Brush my teeth? Did she plan on kissing me? Was she sarcastically saying she did not want to have sex but wanted to? Did I have bad breath? Protein-shake breath? Tuna breath? In the end, I figured I had nothing to lose by going over and, after all, she did invite me. I did brush though.

After brushing and gargling, I changed my shirt, then knocked and she yelled that it was open. When I got there, she was sitting in the same spot as last time but occupying the whole couch, which was only five feet to begin with, and I noticed that the little thing of half ounce container of almond oil was on the table and her feet were wet, almost glistening, as if she had already rubbed some oil on. She had them a little outstretched so there was no place for me to sit. I just sort of hung out standing shooting the breeze, reached for the oil and said, ‘Oh, is this the oil,’ as I picked it up off the table. I opened the top and deliberately put out my forefinger as though ready to apply a little to taste it. She said, ‘What are you doing? Don’t waste it. It’s expensive.’ I said, ‘Hey, you were the one who told me I could try it.’ She then ended the game-playing, and said, ‘I meant off my feet,’ as she lifted them both a little by clasping her arms under her knees. Feigning dumb, I said, ‘Oh.’

She immediately said, ‘You didn’t catch anything last time did you? I did shower this morning and it’s not like I walked around the airport barefoot.’ There it was again, that indignation that a man would hesitate to put her tongue on her feet. So, I walked over to the other end of the couch. squeezed in to what little space was there and faced her as best I could with my feet on the floor, knees angled toward her and partially under her legs, and my torso rotated to face her. She extended her bent legs out to my face. I licked a little, then a little more, and then thought silently to myself: Holy shit, was she telling me to brush my teeth before I lick her feet. So I need to brush my teeth before licking her feet that sweated all day in her pumps through a flight and through work. This lady is unreal!

She then said, ‘How is it?’ I said, ‘It’s OK, not bad.’ She did not reply at first. Maybe I should have been more enthusiastic. I thought to myself if I play too hard to get, she might think I am not interested. I wanted to ask her why she had told me to brush my teeth, secretly hoping she would say she wanted my mouth clean before it went on her feet, but I chickened out. Maybe I did have bad breath. She said sort of to herself, ‘Just ok’ in a low voice. Her phone rang only a few minutes in and she grabbed it off the coffee table to answer it.

Fortunately, it was her mom, so she obviously was not going to tell her anything. But I did not have much to worry about anyway. She was the one who had done all the offering. I was only obliging. Still, I did not need any extra publicity. These types of things should really be private. But unfortunately, it seemed like it was not going to end anytime soon. She took her feet away got up and walked over and was flipping through stuff, writing stuff, talking and it did not look like the call was going to end. Apparently, she was helping her parents with some legal matter. It sounded a little private. She looked at me, shrugged and mouthed the word sorry. I pointed to my wrist even though I was not wearing a watch and lightly said, ‘I gotta go anyway.’ And I left.

No good encounters for a while, probably several weeks. I wondered if I had not shown enough enthusiasm and gave her the wrong signals. Thankfully not the case.

In late summer / early fall over Labor Day weekend, she went to a party, and came home real late. I was also coming home late and we got to shooting the shit on the landing. She was loaded, I was not. We ended up sitting down out there with each of our backs leaning against our doors facing each other. When she plucked off her shoes, I noticed her bare feet were black on the bottom, except the sections under her toes where they don’t touch the ground. They were outstretched toward me and I could not help from staring at them. I was not attracted to dirt, but they were cool to look at. She had a pink polish on and the contrast between the clean foot tops, pink polish and black bottoms was pretty cool.

I think she noticed me staring so I tried to head off any suspicions by saying, ‘I can’t get over how black your feet bottoms are. What the hell were you doing?’ She explained that she had been at a roof top party elsewhere in the city and had taken her shoes off. They were really black. Trying to rekindle things, I said, ‘It is going to take you forever to clean them.’ No reply at first. I worried if the comment was too obvious, but then quickly reasoned that it was cagey enough to have an innocent interpretation. To my surprise, she belatedly replied, ‘You wanna lick ’em clean for me?’

I instantly shot back, ‘No! They’re filthy.’ I had read about how some folks dig that sort of thing but I had no desire to eat roof soot composed of acid rain, pigeon shit, car exhaust particulates, etc.

Knowing no limits she replied, ‘How about for a hundred bucks.’ I thought about it and still had no real desire to do so. I said, ‘How about five hundred.’ She said ‘Two hundred.’ I could not believe she wanted to prostitute me to lick dirt off her feet. The thought of the negotiation was a turn on though. Did she like the power? Did she just want to watch it? I then said ‘Four hundred,’ and explained that it might take a while to get them clean because they were so black. She said ‘Three hundred is my absolute maximum.’ I thought about it and figured, what the hell, so I said ‘Deal.’ Like a typical lawyer, she then added, ‘For that kind of money they have to be clean though, and I get to judge, and I can withhold money if they are not spotless.’ I told her that left too much ambiguity, and said ‘It’s only a deal if you can’t reduce it to less than $250.’ She said ‘Deal if you do it right here, right now.’ I said ‘Fine.’

So she moved her bottom forward, laid back with her hands behind her head, and put one foot flat on my door next to my head and suspended the other one right in front of my face. I went to town. It required a lot of hard tongue action, really French kissing the sole, and it took a LONG time. She raved about how good the soles work felt, commenting, ‘Wow that feels good. It’s like getting a massage, only with your tongue instead of your hands.’ I liked the comment but the act itself was not a super turn on for me though because I kept thinking about roof soot, pigeon shit and acid rain containing car exhaust molecules. Probably the only time I ever licked a pair and did not have a stiffie, until I got to the toes. I did enjoy doing the toes with the pink polish, which I had to do in order to clean the undersides of the toes. While I was doing it, she said ‘That feels great.’ That had to be a hint that she was into it. Maybe she had an ex or something that was into this kind of thing. Maybe she was just experimenting. Maybe she had snooped and she knew.  At that point, I didn’t even care.

I eventually finished up. She inspected and said, ‘Wow, that was great. You should offer this as a service, but I don’t know if you could get $300 for it.’ My inhibitions a little lower, I said ‘I only asked for so much because they were so dirty I knew it would take a while. If they were clean I would have done it for a hundred.’ She went on, ‘I bet I know some women who would pay between $125 and $175 for this.’ I added, ‘For that kind of money, I’ll lick their shoes clean too, soles and all.’ She asked if that was a ‘firm offer.’ I said ‘You are a little out of touch. I live on about two hundred a month after I pay rent. If I do that twice a week I more than double my take home pay.’ She then said, ‘Well I just might take you up on that?’ She made me shake on it. I then had to lawyer in that the offer was only good if there were no caked on matter, no gum, no other particulates, it had to be done in a private setting, no more than one person with her, females that I had to approve of, no withholding based on stains that would not come out, and added another string of conditions like no pictures, and complete secrecy. I also did not want her getting too sadistic with it. I am not into dogshit or anything like that. She then said, ‘I am holding you to that offer.’

As she got up she said, ‘Wait right there.’ She returned momentarily with a check for $250. I said, ‘Hey, they are clean.’ She lifted the sole and pointed out two spots where on the ball and heel calluses, the dirt had worked its way into cracks and my tongue did not get all of it. I told her I should have been given a chance to fix anything that was not to her satisfaction, and she said ‘I have to get some sleep.’ So I took the $250. I did feel a little cheapened by the experience, but that was a lot of dough for me then and it wasn’t so bad. I figured how many times will I actually get paid to lick the feet of a cute chick with a nice body?

The following Thursday night around 9:30, as I got out of the shower, I hear a knock, and as I was on my way to the kitchen where the door is, she opens my door and yells in for me. She saw me in my towel and said ‘Oh, sorry, it was open.’ She seemed to have a mild glow on like a little buzz going, and I noticed there was another woman in the hall about the same age, late twenties. They were both in their work outfits. Pant suits with dressy business pumps. She then tells me that she just had dinner with her colleague right from work, that she had told her about me and my offer after spin class the night before and that they wanted to take me up on my offer tonight.

Her friend was good looking and had a nice trim body from what I could see and good definition. Had to be in shape if they did spinning together. She told me how she had explained to her colleague that I was willing to tongue massage both of their feet for $100 a piece but that if they each kicked in just another $25, I would do the shoes, soles included, which her friend wanted to see. So, she concluded, ‘We have $250 cash for you to do the both of us, shoes and all.’ Her friend chimed in ‘But you have to do it in your towel.’ I had to object to that since I knew I would have a raging hard on. The forward friend then agreed that as long as I was shirtless it was a go. I agreed figuring as long as I had jeans on they probably would not see anything. On her way back to her apartment, my neighbor said aloud, without looking back, ‘Remember to brush your teeth.’

There it was again. What the hell did she mean by that? I breathed into my hand trying to smell my own breath. Egg whites? Tuna? Whey protein? So I brushed. When I went over, they were both on the nice leather couch with a bottle of wine and their wine glasses. I asked how we were going to handle it. My neighbor told me that they wanted me to lie under the couch with just my head out and they would just switch places when it was the second person’s turn. The set up was a beauty. They would be sitting so their legs came right down with their feet bottoms perfectly positioned over my face, toes pointing toward the top of my head. I shimmied under the couch and my neighbor positioned her heels one on either side of my head. The other woman was leaning forward watching intently, which made me a little uncomfortable. But I still had a rager.

I licked away at the bottom of my neighbor’s expensive pump while her friend stared at me doing it. Then, after I had the leather pretty well soaked, my neighbor told me that she did not want too much time spent on the shoe and told me to do her feet. I just stopped and waited for her to take off the shoe, but she said ‘What are you waiting for? Take off my shoe, we are paying good money for this.’ I did as told and got a nice waft of pleasant smelling sweat mixed with leather, and gladly lapped away. After I had licked them clean, she sat up forward so she could flex her calf and dipped the toes to my lips. Needing no instructions, I sucked away and did so enthusiastically. I tried to temper it though so it did not look like I was getting off. She still had the other shoe on, which made me wonder if she was actually trying to keep the sweat fresh for me or something. We repeated this with the other shoe and foot. It was a little unnerving having her friend stare at me like it was a circus act though.

My neighbor then planted both of her feet on either side of her head, picked up one of her pumps and put the side of it against my lips. I asked what she was doing. She replied ‘The deal was that you would do the whole shoe. Your own words were that you would even do our shoes, SOLES INCLUDED. Those were your exact words. You have only done the soles. If we are paying 250 bucks, we want what was promised.’ She must have just been showing off. I did not put up any fight. I was actually enjoying it. So I said, you do have a point, and proceeded to lick away as she held it there and rotated it all around, administering it to my mouth. Her friend was still perched forward staring, enjoying the show the whole time. My neighbor then had me do the other shoe while she administered it to my mouth in the same fashion. She did not asked me to suck the heel or anything. It was not a sexual thing (for them). It seemed like my neighbor took more than one hour which I thought was the deal but I did not complain. I did not want to be a stickler and I was in heaven.

When it was the friend’s turn, the friend could not move fast enough to get into position, putting one shoe right over my face and setting it right on my lips. How about a little subtlety, lady, I thought to myself. I had to physically lift the pump off my lips to ask if I could have a sip of water telling my neighbor that her feet were salty so my mouth was dry. She said, ‘Must be from my sweat.’ The friend chimed in that her time did not start to run until I had begun on her shoes.

My neighbor got me a bottled water, and I slid out a little and propped my upper torso up on an elbow. I did it just enough to be able to drink. I did not want to pull out far enough for either of them to see my crotch. The friend put her heeled shoes on my stomach as I was drinking and pressed a little curiously. She said, ‘That is hard,’ referring to my set of abdominals which, at that age, were taut from the way I was sitting half upright. I said, ‘Hey, go easy with the heels, will ya’ and she lightened up a bit but did not apologize.

I shimmied back under and the friend put her shoe sole right back on my mouth. She was still leaning forward because she wanted to watch, so she was pressing a little too much weight onto the shoe. I was holding her leg trying to counter-act the pressure as I licked away. I did so until my arms were tired. I then stopped licking and asked if she could lean back because the pressure was a little hard with her leaning forward. She said, ‘We are not paying you to talk. We are paying you to use your mouth on our shoes and feet.’ This caught me a little off guard since up until now everything had been pretty consensual with no bossiness, but she did smile and laugh so I think it was just sarcasm. She did though follow up on a nicer note and said, ‘I will try to put less weight on them, but I really do want to watch.’ Thankfully, the earlier comment was just show off talk because she eased up a little bit. Instead of doing it like my neighbor did, she rotated the shoe by her ankle movements while her shoe was still on in order for me to do the sides. She then had me do the other shoe.

Since she was leaning forward intent on watching, she removed her own shoe and plunked her foot down on my lips. I lapped away. Her feet were a little bigger. My neighbor was a six sometimes 6.5. This woman’s feet also smelled a little stronger but it was still pleasant mixed with the leather. Leaning forward, she was in a perfect position when it was time to do her toes. Unlike my neighbor, this woman had me do a shoe and a shoe followed by a foot and a foot, rather than a shoe and its foot followed by the other shoe and foot. When I finished, she asked me, ‘What do my feet taste like.’ I just said, ‘I don’t know, I guess like salt and leather.’ My neighbor offered me some wine and invited me up onto the couch. She then handed me an envelope which I guess was the money. I had a little wine and chatted with them about their jobs as lawyers in a big firm, about spinning, dieting and other things. But after a while, I began to feel a little cheapened sitting their shirtless, so I said I had to go. I also wanted to relieve myself pretty bad.