Indulgent Next Door Neighbor – Part III 15 min read

For the next few months, my neighbor would once or twice a week, usually alone but sometimes with her friend, solicit me for service. I had a pretty sweet deal. Usually though it was just feet when my neighbor was alone, but whenever the friend came they wanted their shoes done. I think they just liked the act of it, of watching it take place together. It was an experience for them to enjoy together and only cost them an extra $25 a piece. We had worked out a deal where my neighbor would just write a check at the end of each week for the tally of services. Sweet deal.

One Friday, after a snowfall in early winter, she left a pair of patent black thigh high boots in the hall platform. They were flat boots, no heel but still sexy and they were all covered with road salt stains. While she was out that night, I just could not resist licking them clean. I worried a little afterward that she would notice how spotless they were. The next night, after she went out, I came to my door and found another pair of boots, this time ankle boots, with road salt splotches at the foot of my door. There was a note on my door that said, ‘Thanks. No charge I presume. Can you do these too.’ I was a little mortified, but maybe she thought I just wiped them down. In a worst case scenario, it was not so bad because she seemed to be into it. I decided to go ahead and lick the second set clean.

The following Wednesday was the next occasion that she gave her usual knock as she came home from work and told me she ‘wanted a session.’ That was her lingo she had developed for it. When I came over I just slid under the couch and waited for her. She sat down and put a pump on either side of my head. I said, ‘Shoes too tonight, or just feet again.’ She then smiled and just leaned back and put the sole of one of her pumps on my mouth. I took the cue and started licking. This time she rotated it after the sole was done, just like her friend’s normal practice. She had me do both shoes first, like her friend’s method. After I did both shoes, she put the first bare foot over my mouth and while I was licking she said, ‘Since you have been doing my shoes for free in the hall, I am not going to pay for that anymore.’ I did not reply and just kept licking. A few minutes later she said, ‘I get the feeling you might be enjoying this, so I am not sure I should be paying anymore.’ I regretted that she had apparently discovered that I would have been a willing participant without any compensation but I said nothing. I just kept licking. I felt a little shamed, and fortunately she the subject drop, but there was no check that Friday.

She continued to knock on my door a few times a week for ‘sessions’ for the next several weeks but she never gave me another check. The frequency of the sessions then increased to a nightly gig, but her friend only joined her once every two weeks or so. There were a few other occasions where she brought another new female friend along, but there were only two such women total. And for both of them she got my approval first, and filled me in on their looks and physiques. She was cool with the fact that I only wanted thin women that were good looking by reasonable standards. It bothered me a little that the circle of knowledge had expanded to four people, who I feared each had to confide in others. It bothered me more that women getting serviced for free would know that I must enjoy it since I was doing it for free, but it did not bother me enough to object. I must admit though, I did enjoy both of these other women. They were brand new attorneys. It seemed like she had recruited women that were hot as a favor to me.

I continued to service her shoes and feet just pretending I did not notice that there was no check left for me ever again. Thankfully, she did not press the issue in terms of discussing my enjoyment or anything like that. She did not publicize it. Neither of us ever brought up the money again. That was tasteful on her part.

Regularly, she would leave a pair of shoes or boots right at my door, usually with a cute little note. I remember a few of these notes: ‘These could use a good “spit shine” if you don’t mind.’ ‘Can you do these for me LICK-edy split cuz I want to wear them tomorrow.’ ‘These could use a good “cleaning” if you know what I mean.’ One note just said ‘Enjoy.’ The notes always put the special word in quotes or caps or underlined. The shoes were never super dirty, an occasional sand grit here and there. Sometimes, there was something spilled on them if she wore them out clubbing or something. I honestly think she liked the idea of someone lavishing admiration on something that she paid a lot of money for. I think somehow it validated her specific shopping addiction.

I did notice that the ‘sessions’ grew longer and longer since I was not on the clock anymore. She probably just figured if I was enjoying it and she was not paying for it, there was no problem having her feet licked for 2 or sometimes 3 hours a night while watching TV or reading before she went to bed. One time, on a Saturday, she watched a movie and a sequel with me under her feet licking away. Over time, she also had no problem if, after I had licked them for a while, I just left them pressed on my face.

I had become sort of a friendly foot licker on demand, always right after work on every week night, but also on any other time she desired. Sometimes it was just her feet, but she still liked to have me lick her shoes when she got home from work a three or four nights a week, since now it was free. Who knows, maybe after a bad day, it made her feel better to have a guy lying under her couch, his head sticking out, his face under her feet, licking the soles of her shoes? She always wanted her shoes or boots done on the weekend nights when she came home from a club or bar or restaurant or party. She was probably just feeling a little wild when the alcohol loosened any inhibitions.

At my gentle creative suggestion, she also eventually included other non-dressy shoes to the rotation, but I think this was out of sheer curiosity. For my part I was really just interested in leather flats and sandals. She playfully suggested that it had to be all or nothing, after which she included the fashion boots she wore to work, flip-flops, you name it, and several pairs of sneakers, none of which were really enjoyable. Whatever she wore on her feet, she would have me lick. For the flip flops and sandals she always wanted the inside licked too since it used to get a little discolored from wear, was visible to people if her shoes were off and it was accessible for my tongue.

I chose to confide in her that I had really developed a taste for her foot sweat and it was just the oddest thing that I really thought it was unique, smelled great and was delicious. She thought that was cool. She then said in a nice, warm, jovial manner, ‘Even though you are not scamming me out of several hundred a week anymore, you can lick my foot sweat any time as your payment.’ I told her I would love to do it right after she went running or after spin class. True to her character of always having to bargain for something, she said she would do that if I would lick the sneakers too each time. I agreed. So this became a regular thing of her having me lick her sneakers, then her feet, right after spin class and right after she went running.

I eventually told her that on the sneaker days especially, I liked it better when she wore no socks. I told her this was because the socks made lint. That reason was phony and I am not sure she bought it since I had previously confided one evening that I liked the smell and taste of her sweat, especially when she wore no socks. But it did not matter because she stopped wearing any socks after that, for at least 90% of the time. If she went on a long run, she would still wear them, and with certain outfits she had too. Sometimes, but not often, she would work out on a weekday morning, and knock on my door upon her return, telling me that she had ‘fresh foot sweat from running [or spinning] with no socks.’ I would then give her a sneaker licking and foot licking before work. These rare days were double sessions for me. She also met me during lunch hour a few times near the end of it at her place if she was going to run or spin at lunch. On only a few occasions, I talked her into not showering in order to get two days of sweat buildup. But she did not do this a lot because she was a clean person.

The only time she insisted on socks was when she did a road race, but she would save the socks for me in a baggy and wring them out into a coffee mug for me to drink, which I did. She was intrigued by this. On one occasion, when she returned from a weekend away, it was pouring rain and she had on thin white cotton socks and white canvas sneakers which were soaked. She knocked and came into my apartment, stripped off the shoes and socks and wrung the socks out into a mug and handed it to me. I hesitated a little but downed it. It did not taste that good, but I wanted to encourage her curiosity. She then asked me if I would suck the water out of the insole. I agreed and she handed it to me, watching intently. I pressed it against my mouth and began sucking and swallowing. She laughed and was enjoying it in a curious friendly way. After that, she wanted a repeat performance whenever it rained and she would wear socks, tights or hose just for that purpose. On a few occasions, she made me a tea from her nylons or tights when she had to wear them like formal events or when she just wanted to wear them. She always watched me drink it and smiled. Usually though she did not wear hose, which was a boon for me.

On some occasions, she had me lick her shoes and feet while lying under her dining chair as she ate dinner at her table. On a few of these times, I had made comments about her not sharing and the food smelling good, so knowing my psyche, she put some in a dish and fed me from her toes. This was rare though because it was messy. On one night, I made some noise about dessert, and with a little coaxing and asking nice, she agreed we would set up chocolate sauce, peanut butter, honey and whipped cream in bowls on the bathroom floor. She sat on the toilet, which was one of the ones that attached to the wall, so I could slide way under touching my butt to the wall with my legs vertical and spread a little around the bowl. She started to foot-feed me but it eventually turned into a smear fest which was funny for her but burned my eyes a little so I never asked for a repeat performance. Not enjoyable. Besides, I am not really into bathroom stuff.

One time, there was a shoe where the heel got loose and she was going to get rid of it, but first offered the pair to me to use in my apartment to drink out of when she was not around. I at first did not reply, thinking that was a little too ‘fatal attraction’ for me. But she looked at me kind of upset, or maybe just with straight-faced sarcasm, and said ‘You have been licking the all of my shoes, licking my feet, sucking my toes and even drinking my foot sweat for over a year now. You eat food from my feet. What’s the matter?’ I told her that it would just be weird having it in my cupboard. She pressed on arguing ‘You have licked the soles of all my footwear which touch the ground all over the city, in airports, bars, nightclubs, sidewalks, but you are now grossed out about food touching the inside where only my foot touches?’ I told her I did not want to argue and said ‘OK, I will do it.’ She then said, ‘Don’t do me any favors. You were the one who told me you liked the taste and smell of my footsweat. I just thought it would be a nice gesture so you have it there in case I am not around or if something happened to me.’ The guilt trip was a little out of character for our no-frills relationship. So I had to back pedal and say ‘No, no. I want it, I do.’ She said, ‘OK, but you have to keep it in your kitchen cabinet.’ So after that I had a pair of her used pumps in my kitchen cabinet.

Unfortunately, this quickly became her new practice for making room for new shoe purchases, as she updated her collection, bought new shoes and had to get rid of old ones. I think it enabled her own fetish. Now she did not actually have to part with them by throwing them out or giving them to charity. She could just move them over to my place. So eventually, she talked me into getting rid of all my bowls and dishes which weren’t many anyway. I had four plastic dishes and four plastic bowls that were from college. So my cupboard became filled with her used shoes and sneakers which she, for fun, sorted and told me which were for drinking and which were for eating food out of. In her system, the pumps and flats were for drinking only, and her old sneakers were for me to eat my food out of, except for ice cream and wet foods which I could eat from her flats. It was a little much, but I did not want to upset the apple cart because I enjoyed our arrangement, and I actually did get a thrill out of eating and drinking exclusively from her used footwear. I still wasn’t really sure why she had to insist on my apartment having reminders like this, and it seemed a little possessive. But no harm, really.

She eventually tried to talk me into putting her dirty socks and hose into my pillow case, but I held firm on that one and said flat out no. I told her it was a comfort thing and I needed my sleep. Thankfully, she gave ground on that one. It was bad enough I could not have anyone over now because I had used footwear filling my cupboard.

After that, whenever we grabbed a bite to eat in either of our apartments, I would eat my food from and drink from her used footwear, unless of course, she was feeding me with her feet. A few times, we would put the food in her sneaker, and she put her foot in slowly and I licked and ate the food as it squished out. On a few other times, after I planted the suggestion, she would insert a piece of bread into her pump, boot or sneaker before going off to work or to work out and I would eat it when she returned home. She thought this was hilarious and loved watching it. One of my favorites was a little contest we came up with where after a session, we would see how long I could lay on the floor facing her on my stomach with all of her toes in my mouth while she watched TV. She got a kick out of this thought this was funny because she said I looked like a bull frog.

Things never got sexual though. And it was never really a sub/dom type thing. More of a fascination and enjoyment thing for her and an addiction for me. We were friends though. She used to buy me things, bring me leftovers, give me cards. Sometimes we would even grab a bite to eat out, probably a few times a month. After our sessions, we would often hang out, often having a little wine, mine of course from one of her old shoes. I think she just enjoyed it for what it was. It was easy-going, good-feeling fun, with no strings, no games, no worries between two consenting adults. I think she also just genuinely liked having her feet and shoes licked all the time, especially since it was on her terms.

Our very unique friendship went on for about two and a half years. I did not date much during this time, and could not really bring anyone back to my place. Neither did she. Eventually though, I landed a corporate job out of state and, sadly, moved away.