--- I first moved to the Chesapeake Bay in 1980,.. and as a (somewhat) erudite wood craftsman, I had an immediate clientele of rich waterfront folks who called upon me for problems with their kitchens or yachts. I kept my own boat down a long lane which ended in a cul-de-sac,... had a pier, and around which were clustered five homes. I was friends with all these folks,.. did little projects for them,.. joined them at their ritual happy hour cocktail parties, etc. And they partied big-time.
--- Among this little colony was Ed and Peggy. Ed was a cranky old retired banker,.. about 65, and rich as hell. Peggy was his trophy wife from years earlier, mid-40's at the time,... and a former Miss Louisiana runner-up. Still gorgeous, Peggy was slender and as tall as me (6'-2"),...and was probably the most flirty and aggressive woman I'd ever met at that stage of my life (I was 30) Turned out she simply wasn't getting any, eh?... Peggy came on to me practically like Mrs. Robinson in "The Graduate."
--- First time was during one of those cocktail parties,.... I found myself in the kitchen alone with Peggy for a minute,... and I assisted her with some snack preparation or something,... and she leaned over as if to give me a peck on the cheek for my help. But at some point in the leaning, her arm went around my neck, and she caught me in a full-on liplock that I could feel all the way down in my tonsils. This woman could kiss, have no fear,... and about two seconds into a five second kiss, I started kissing back. I remember thinking, "I am now an accomplice to a would-be adulteress." After the kiss, Peggy laughed and pushed me away, saying, "Ooohh,.. that's what happens when I've had too much to drink." The remainder of the party just wasn't quite the same.
--- And for a few weeks, my "affair" with Peggy consisted of just that,.... long, stolen kisses at parties,.. on the boat,.. etc,... a little groping, mind you,.. but nothing else. My mind was elsewhere, really,.. and the "elsewhere" was on Peggy's delectable feet. She was always barefoot when at home, but wore mile-high strappy sandals when out in the world. (The lime-green ones were my favorites) I had been ogling her feet for months.
--- One evening at one of Ed's and Peggy's cocktail parties,.... it was late,.. we had been cooking on the grill out on the deck,... perhaps a dozen people were sitting around in the dark,.. and I found myself trying to retrieve a magazine from the under-shelf of a coffee table directly in front of where Peggy sat,.... legs crossed and her bare foot dangling inches from my face. Hell,.. it was really dark,... I couldn't resist,.... I brought my fingertips up under her bare sole and tickled it for a second or two. Peggy flinched,... fought to suppress a giggle,... and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Don't do that,.... it will only turn me on." To this day, I am not exactly sure why I did not just faint at that moment.
--- The next day, I was working at the house nextdoor to Ed & Peggy's place,... building a walnut etegere in-place under a window-notch. The owner was an old lady in her late 80's and she took frequent naps while I was working. She was taking one of those naps when Peggy dropped by,... brought me a scotch-on-the-rocks,... and, after another breathless, deep throat kiss,.......... we talked. Her first words were, "Ed is out of town. If you'd like to come over for a sandwich after you're through working, then I would enjoy your company." Peggy was sitting in an armchair,.... I had been sanding a chunk of walnut,.. and that procedure was more convenient on the floor,.... so I was on the floor in front of where Peggy dangled one of her platfrom sandals. I found it next to impossible to take my eyes from those beautiful feet,... and Peggy picked up on this.
--- "I notice you looking at my feet a lot," she said,..."I wondered if there was something wrong with them." At that point, I just crumbled,... I said, "Oh, no,.... not at all,".... and I leaned forward and kissed Peggy's toes. "Have you ever heard of a guy having a foot fetish?" I followed up.
--- "SO THAT'S IT!!!," Peggy exclaimed,..... She dropped the shoe from her foot and held her bare sole directly in front of my face. "I thought it was so sexy when you tickled my foot last night," she continued. "I wish Ed, and the Martins and the Simmons hadn't been there,.. I was ready for you."
--- I kissed Peggy's bare sole, and then I spilled everything,... I told her about my foot- and tickling fetish,... I told her that I had been enamoured of her gorgeous feet for quite a while,... and all this was very easy and comfortable coming from a 30-yr-old nobody to a 45-yr-old queen of society. Peggy seemed to enjoy it immensely. She went so far as to stick her toes in my mouth,... and then she played her own cards.
---"Ed is worthless," she began,.... " and I need a man. We could have a lot of fun, and Ed would never know." And that's how it began. Peggy gave me her feet to tickle (she was wildly ticklish, but seemed to enjoy it under the terms of our subsequent agreement) We had a good roll-in-the-hay every couple of weeks,.... and I could get a few minutes of foot tickling and foot-play whenever I felt the need,... the passionate and secretive kisses never stopped,.... and this went on for six years. Peggy came to love being bound,... she delighted at surprising me at one of my jobs, requesting that her toes be sucked and tickled,...... this mostly as a prelude to getting me to stop by that afternoon,...... She was my foot-fetish confidante,... and seemed to love the role. I guess it worked for her as well as it worked for me.
--- Among this little colony was Ed and Peggy. Ed was a cranky old retired banker,.. about 65, and rich as hell. Peggy was his trophy wife from years earlier, mid-40's at the time,... and a former Miss Louisiana runner-up. Still gorgeous, Peggy was slender and as tall as me (6'-2"),...and was probably the most flirty and aggressive woman I'd ever met at that stage of my life (I was 30) Turned out she simply wasn't getting any, eh?... Peggy came on to me practically like Mrs. Robinson in "The Graduate."
--- First time was during one of those cocktail parties,.... I found myself in the kitchen alone with Peggy for a minute,... and I assisted her with some snack preparation or something,... and she leaned over as if to give me a peck on the cheek for my help. But at some point in the leaning, her arm went around my neck, and she caught me in a full-on liplock that I could feel all the way down in my tonsils. This woman could kiss, have no fear,... and about two seconds into a five second kiss, I started kissing back. I remember thinking, "I am now an accomplice to a would-be adulteress." After the kiss, Peggy laughed and pushed me away, saying, "Ooohh,.. that's what happens when I've had too much to drink." The remainder of the party just wasn't quite the same.
--- And for a few weeks, my "affair" with Peggy consisted of just that,.... long, stolen kisses at parties,.. on the boat,.. etc,... a little groping, mind you,.. but nothing else. My mind was elsewhere, really,.. and the "elsewhere" was on Peggy's delectable feet. She was always barefoot when at home, but wore mile-high strappy sandals when out in the world. (The lime-green ones were my favorites) I had been ogling her feet for months.
--- One evening at one of Ed's and Peggy's cocktail parties,.... it was late,.. we had been cooking on the grill out on the deck,... perhaps a dozen people were sitting around in the dark,.. and I found myself trying to retrieve a magazine from the under-shelf of a coffee table directly in front of where Peggy sat,.... legs crossed and her bare foot dangling inches from my face. Hell,.. it was really dark,... I couldn't resist,.... I brought my fingertips up under her bare sole and tickled it for a second or two. Peggy flinched,... fought to suppress a giggle,... and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Don't do that,.... it will only turn me on." To this day, I am not exactly sure why I did not just faint at that moment.
--- The next day, I was working at the house nextdoor to Ed & Peggy's place,... building a walnut etegere in-place under a window-notch. The owner was an old lady in her late 80's and she took frequent naps while I was working. She was taking one of those naps when Peggy dropped by,... brought me a scotch-on-the-rocks,... and, after another breathless, deep throat kiss,.......... we talked. Her first words were, "Ed is out of town. If you'd like to come over for a sandwich after you're through working, then I would enjoy your company." Peggy was sitting in an armchair,.... I had been sanding a chunk of walnut,.. and that procedure was more convenient on the floor,.... so I was on the floor in front of where Peggy dangled one of her platfrom sandals. I found it next to impossible to take my eyes from those beautiful feet,... and Peggy picked up on this.
--- "I notice you looking at my feet a lot," she said,..."I wondered if there was something wrong with them." At that point, I just crumbled,... I said, "Oh, no,.... not at all,".... and I leaned forward and kissed Peggy's toes. "Have you ever heard of a guy having a foot fetish?" I followed up.
--- "SO THAT'S IT!!!," Peggy exclaimed,..... She dropped the shoe from her foot and held her bare sole directly in front of my face. "I thought it was so sexy when you tickled my foot last night," she continued. "I wish Ed, and the Martins and the Simmons hadn't been there,.. I was ready for you."
--- I kissed Peggy's bare sole, and then I spilled everything,... I told her about my foot- and tickling fetish,... I told her that I had been enamoured of her gorgeous feet for quite a while,... and all this was very easy and comfortable coming from a 30-yr-old nobody to a 45-yr-old queen of society. Peggy seemed to enjoy it immensely. She went so far as to stick her toes in my mouth,... and then she played her own cards.
---"Ed is worthless," she began,.... " and I need a man. We could have a lot of fun, and Ed would never know." And that's how it began. Peggy gave me her feet to tickle (she was wildly ticklish, but seemed to enjoy it under the terms of our subsequent agreement) We had a good roll-in-the-hay every couple of weeks,.... and I could get a few minutes of foot tickling and foot-play whenever I felt the need,... the passionate and secretive kisses never stopped,.... and this went on for six years. Peggy came to love being bound,... she delighted at surprising me at one of my jobs, requesting that her toes be sucked and tickled,...... this mostly as a prelude to getting me to stop by that afternoon,...... She was my foot-fetish confidante,... and seemed to love the role. I guess it worked for her as well as it worked for me.
