Lena's Temptations
Lena came to her senses after the intense orgasm she had experienced while pressing her face against another woman's shoe and inhaling the scent of her panties. She stood up, tidied herself, and began putting the shoes back in their places. As she arranged them, she thought about what had happened to her, returning again and again in her mind to her sensations—the humiliation mixed with pleasure, the soft and gentle sole touching her face, the sweet smell of an aroused pussy, the salty taste of feet on her lips. Lena felt herself getting aroused again. With difficulty calming down, she packed the woman's purchases into a bag with their store's logo, placing the black lace panties on top, which
she still had to wash, barely resisting the temptation to bring them to her face.Time imperceptibly approached closing. Lena took the bags, locked the store, and headed to the bus stop. It was a 5–10 minute walk, depending on the weather; if the weather was good, Lena didn't hurry. Just like now, she walked leisurely, looking around, Lena noticed that her perception had changed a bit, or rather her perception of passersby, and even more precisely, of women. If before, Lena, looking at another woman, compared her to herself or paid attention to how she was dressed, her makeup, now Lena discovered a new side to women—they were beautiful, sexy, and alluring. But the main thing that attracted Lena was beautiful legs. Walking down the street, she let her gaze slide over the elegant and slender legs of the girls passing by. Her eyes were magnetically drawn to the slender legs, delicate feet, beautiful toes. Lena looked at women through the eyes of a man; she was filled with a desire to touch, to caress these beautiful legs, but even more, she wanted these legs to touch and caress her. She dreamed of finding herself on her knees before all these women and having them treat her the same way the customer had. "My God," thought Lena, "How am I going to work now? The arrival of any female client will automatically turn into a sexual adventure."
In her fantasy, the girl was talking on the phone, then interrupted and, with a nod of her head, offered Lena to sit opposite her. When she sat down, the girl, still without interrupting the conversation, placed her feet on Lena's lap. Lena understood everything, took off the girl's shoes, and began to caress her feet. The girl enjoyed the caresses but wanted more and, with a nod of her head, ordered Lena to get down on the floor. Obedient Lena got down on the floor; the girl's foot approached her mouth, and she began to rapturously kiss the very place she had admired just five minutes ago. The girl looked at Lena; in her eyes, one could read a sense of superiority over her and pleasure from her humiliation. She brought her other foot to Lena's face, offering her to suck her toes. Lena examined the nail polish design for a second and then began to suck and lick them. Then the girl brought both feet to Lena's face while she continued talking on the phone, watching as Lena covered her feet with tender kisses, starting from the toes and ending near the edge of the jeans on her calves.
All these thoughts flashed through Lena's mind as she admired the girl's feet; from them, she became even more aroused, a bright blush played on her cheeks, her pussy moistened. "A little more and it will become noticeable, I need to calm down," thought Lena, "I'm not wearing panties, a stain will appear on my skirt right now!" With difficulty tearing her gaze away from the legs that had bewitched her, Lena tried to calm down and put her thoughts in order. Fortunately, or maybe not, the girl got off at her stop a minute later, and Lena spent the rest of the journey trying to look calm. Getting off at her stop, Lena made sure there was no stain, sighed with relief, and walked home. As she walked, Lena tried once more to analyze what had happened to her. "I wanted a girl who is much younger, maybe even still in school, a minor, to humiliate me. I wanted to be a maid for some underage girl! What's happening to me? I like submitting to women, and not just submitting, but caressing and kissing their feet, specifically their feet. Have I always been like this? Maybe I went to work at the store because, on a subconscious level, I was drawn to this. Or the woman from the store planted this passion in me. And what do I like more—being humiliated, or being humiliated specifically by a woman?" Trying to imagine a guy in place of the girl from the minibus, Lena grimaced; no, that wasn't it.
Lena approached the house; she rented an apartment together with her friend and coworker Dasha. Dasha shouldn't have been home as they were supposed to go to a barbecue that would end with a visit to Dasha's boyfriend Tolik's apartment. Entering the apartment, Lena noticed Dasha's shoes in the hallway, meaning the barbecue hadn't ended as planned. Lena went into the kitchen; Dasha was sitting on a chair by the window, smoking.
"What happened, friend?" asked Lena, looking at Dasha. She was a bit tipsy, but her mood wasn't great.
"Oh, it's you, hi. It's nothing much, that Tolik turned out to be such a DICKHEAD!"
From Dasha's story, Lena understood that after it started raining, it ruined the whole celebration. Everyone got into their cars, and in the car, Tolik started pestering Dasha, suggesting they do it right then and there. Dasha, who had expected a more romantic ending to the evening, began to refuse, but Tolik wouldn't let up. In the end, it all ended with a minor scuffle and a kick to the groin. Dasha got home in another car and, upon arrival, drowned her sorrows with the leftover wine in the fridge. Lena sympathized with Dasha; she had never liked this Tolik.
"I sold 31 thousand worth of goods today," Lena boasted. "Though I had to work them off, or rather, I'll still have to work them off," she thought, remembering the business card. Lena's gaze slid to Dasha's feet; the flaps of her robe were open, revealing long, slender legs up to her thighs. Lena's breath caught. "And how did I not notice this beauty before?" she thought, examining her neighbor's beautiful legs.
"Wow! Good for you," Dasha was happy for Lena. "Alright, I'm going to bed, because tomorrow it's my turn to set records, and I can barely stand on my feet."
Dasha stood up and walked unsteadily to her room. Lena followed her legs with a passionate gaze. "I'm watching a girl walk away like guys usually do," she thought.
Lena shook off the renewed wave of arousal. "I still have to wash the client's panties so they have time to dry by tomorrow," she thought and went to her room where she had left the bag with the shoes. Taking them out, Lena couldn't resist and brought them to her face again. The panties had dried, but the smell from them had become even more pungent. Lena inhaled this aroma with pleasure. "They soaked up this smell while I was serving that woman, kneeling. So I was doing everything right. Maybe tomorrow I'll get to inhale this aroma from the source, or maybe not just the smell but also taste it," she thought, pressing the panties to her face. "Okay, that's enough!" Lena checked herself. "Otherwise, I'll never wash them, and I need to bring them clean and fresh so she understands I'm an obedient girl." With difficulty, Lena pulled the panties away from her face and went to the bathroom. There, she quickly washed them and hung them to dry. Then Lena's gaze fell on the laundry basket; on top lay Dasha's panties. Holding her breath, Lena picked them up. They weren't wet, but Dasha had worn them all day, so they had absorbed the scent of her pussy and sweat. "If I smell these, it will be completely different. After all, Dasha is my neighbor and friend; I talk to her every day, and at the same time, I'm getting pleasure from the smell of her panties," thought Lena, holding her friend's panties in her hands.
Arousal overpowered common sense, and Lena pressed them to her face. The sharp smell of her friend's pussy filled Lena's nostrils. She slipped a hand under her robe and began to masturbate, enjoying the smell of her friend's crotch. Images accumulated throughout the day flashed in her head: the woman from the store, the girl on the minibus, and Dasha's legs in the kitchen. Returning her thoughts to her friend, Lena stopped. "But she's sleeping soundly in her room." She left the bathroom and cautiously entered her friend's room.
Dasha was indeed sleeping, lying on her stomach with her head turned toward the wall. Lena walked carefully, listening to her friend's breathing, pulled back the blanket, exposing her legs. For a while, she examined Dasha's feet, admiring their beauty, then knelt down and leaned toward them. She felt a pungent, arousing smell, so similar to the smell of the woman from the store. "Now everything is happening differently; the initiative is entirely mine. There are no justifying factors, and I will understand who I am." Thinking this, Lena carefully touched her lips to Dasha's foot. From this touch, her body filled with languor, and she began to carefully cover her friend's feet with kisses, trying not to wake her. Lena enjoyed every centimeter of Dasha's legs; she felt the soft skin with her lips, and this sensation wildly aroused her. Then she began to carefully suck on the toes, taking them into her mouth one by one at first, then growing bolder, taking several at once. The taste of the girl's feet filled her mouth and gave her immense pleasure. Lena began to lick Dasha's legs, running her tongue over the entire sole. Then Dasha stirred in her sleep. Lena froze; she didn't want to be caught kneeling, with a hand under her robe, licking a girl's feet, although the thought of the humiliation she would have to experience almost made Lena come. But it wasn't in Lena's plans to reveal her passion to Dasha; on the contrary, the later she found out, the better. After all, Dasha would leave her panties in the basket more than once and come home tipsy more than once; all this would bring Lena much pleasure. Thinking that Dasha had turned into a source of worn panties and dirty nighttime adventures for her, Lena almost lost control of herself. Seeing that Dasha continued to sleep deeply, she pulled her friend's blanket even higher and exposed her butt.
Dasha was sleeping on her stomach, legs slightly apart, with her left leg bent a little at the knee, providing access to her crotch. Lena, as if hypnotized, looked at her friend's pussy; she was overcome with a desire to touch it with her lips, press her face against this amazing crotch, lick and kiss it, inhale the wonderful aroma. But Lena was afraid of waking Dasha and had to settle for little. She carefully leaned toward her friend's pussy and inhaled that smell. Lena felt the touch of her friend's thighs against her cheeks; her nostrils filled with the pungent smell, and Lena, unable to bear it, decided on a desperate act. Carefully, she touched her lips to Dasha's labia, then, seeing that she continued to sleep peacefully, Lena kissed them as one kisses a girl on the lips—passionately and deeply. "This is it! My place is here. If I am worthy of kisses on the lips at all, then only like this." Lena pulled away from her friend's pussy, stood up, and took off her robe, after which she knelt again at her friend's feet, now completely naked. Lena slipped a hand between her legs and began to pleasure herself; at the same time, she leaned over and carefully pressed Dasha's foot to her face. Lena really wanted to experience an orgasm in this humiliating position. So as not to wake Dasha with her moans, Lena gagged herself with her panties. "She might notice they're crumpled, and then there will be questions. What will I tell her? That I was licking her feet and got so aroused that I had to gag myself with her panties so as not to wake her with my screams when I came? Maybe after that, she'll offer me to wash them and then tell me to always wash them, then not just them but her other things, then clean, cook, or maybe even tell me to help her relieve stress after work. After all, if I take her feet in my mouth, why not take something else in my mouth? And then I'll become her obedient slave, always ready to serve my mistress."
Aroused by her own depravity, Lena experienced a powerful orgasm a few seconds later that almost made her lose consciousness. Coming to her senses, Lena pulled out the improvised gag, covered Dasha again, taking a last admiring look at her legs, picked up her robe, and went to throw the panties, chewed in a fit of passion, first trying to smooth them out. Somehow hiding the traces of her passion, Lena went to sleep; tomorrow would be a difficult day. That night, she dreamed that she was naked, kneeling in the middle of the store, licking the feet of a woman named Eleanor. Other women stood around, watching Lena and waiting their turn.
Author's e-mail: vаltimаr@yаndеx.ru