I watch in amazement as Katherine puts her pantyhose clad feet in my lap. Fighting against every urge in my body that's had my mind on her pantyhose, feet, her high heels and short skirt since the moment we met, I resist and tenderly begin to massage her foot. My mind wanders to how badly I want her to give me a foot job and how desirable she is. These feet are miraculous, so soft.

Katherine is like one of those high heels models with the softest, sexiest, most beautifully kept feet I've ever seen. Fighting off my dirty thoughts I gently take her foot in my hand and remove the high heels, I want to remove her short skirt too, but I resist. I gently massage her smooth, curved arch and can't help but picture how perfectly shaped for a foot job they are.

She begins to tell me about how she has a bit of a fetish for stockings, how she gets them imported from Italy and this only serves to get me hotter. My cock is nearly bursting from my pants with her foot in my lap. I hope she can't feel it.

But deep down I hope she can and that she likes it and that she wants to put those pantyhose feet in my face and let me feel the soft material against my cheeks and then strip the stockings off and toss them in a pile with the high heels, short skirt and top, and give me a foot job, and let me suck her pussy until it drips and then ride her and ride her and ride her.