I went home that night in the best of moods. I told my family all about my cool teacher. Though I did not mention that she was so hot. My mom said she remembered my brother's friend having her as a teacher and that she was a good teacher, but that she was really young. I asked how young and she said around 30. We talked for a while, and then I decided to play video games.
Before I knew it, almost three whole weeks had gone by with Mrs. H yet I had still not seen her feet. She always wore stockings and pumps. I was becoming frustrated. It was Thursday and we had an hour and a half left of class. The last hour and a half on Thursdays, each class in each grade level had silent individual reading. I hated this part of the week, I hated reading and I hated being quite. Then a great idea struck me, since we could read wherever we wanted to as long as we remained in the classroom. Instead of rushing for the loft in the back of the room, or the beanbag chair, I would sit under Mrs. H's desk.
Her desk was quite large and only open on one side. She had that close to the wall, so when she would sit, that one side would be filled by her body and no one could see me down there. I tried to remember the prior weeks; during all of reading time she always remained seated at her desk. I was so excited to have an hour and a half of trying to get off Mrs. H's shoes and smell her feet. Crawling under the desk, with a book I would not read, I tried to hide myself so that when she sat down she would not see me.
The plan was flawless. She sat down without seeing me and to my surprise immediately took off her shoes. There they were, a foot away from me. People always use the smell cheese to define the smell of a women’s foot, but that was not the case this time. They smelt like perfume, extravagant. I did not want Mrs. H to know what I was doing so I settled for one of her shoes instead of one of her feet. I pulled the shoe up to my nose and smelt it. Immediately the general, shot up. Almost like it was primitive I began to lick her shoes clean. I did this for about 20 minuets when I felt a foot rub a cross my leg. The rubbing of her foot showed curiosity, like she was trying to figure out what was under her desk without looking. After a couple of seconds she looked under. "Andy?" she was laughing. "What are you doing under there? She asked. It was not hard to make up an excuse. I told her that I had been talking to much that day and that I did not want to be tempted to talk during reading time. I told her that I got under hear, so I could not be distracted. Still laughing she said, "But honey, you’re not in time out or anything. You behaved very well today, just like you always do. If you don’t want to be distracted I can move to a place that will be peaceful, but you've done nothing wrong that you would deserve smelling my feet for all of read time." I told her that it really did not bother me. I tried not to show that I loved being under her desk at her feet. I told her that I could not smell her feet, because I was to far away from them. She thought about me remaining where I was and said, "Okay Andy, if you want to stay down there you can, but if you fall asleep I will smother your face with my feet until you wake up." I could tell she was joking, but like most foot fetishist I decided to fake sleep. She checked on me about 15 minuets later and I faking sleep. I felt her feet come on my face and I took a couple seconds before I "woke" up. I tried to act like I was disgusted and she told me that I should not have fallen asleep. She said that I would have to move from under her desk. I told her that I liked reading under her desk, but that I was so tired. Then I took a chance. The next thing I said would either go in my favor or reveal that I had enjoyed her feet this whole time. I said, that her feet were the only thing that could keep me awake. She smiled and told me she had an idea. She repositioned me so that my head was a couple of inches from her feet. She told me that being that close to her feet that the smell would keep me awake. Then she said if it does not and you start to fall asleep, pick up one of my feet and smell it for a while, that will wake you up, she giggled. The last 50 minuets of read time I spent smelling her feet endlessly. Three times I picked up her feet to smell the soles, and all three of those times I could here her giggle. At the end of read time I got out from under her desk. She asked me if I had fun smelling her "stinky" feet. I said it was better than reading. I told her how I hate reading and that it makes me fall asleep. What she said next blew me away. She smiled and said, “Well if you’re under my desk next week I’ll give you to options; one, you can read, or two, rub my tired feet. I smiled, kind of laughing but not sure how serious she was. I would find out next week.
Everything my mind was thinking about before the end of Thursday was totally pushed aside. My main focus was on next week, already planning how to tell her that I choose rubbing her feet without it being weird. I thought of someways, but after being home for a while and the excitement had dropped, I decided I had plenty of time to think of that stuff later, since my next opportunity would be next week.
The next day, Friday, I walked into class wondering what was awaiting me. The day was just like another day. It al ked to her but neither one of us mentioned yesterday, which was to my relief because I did not want all the other kids to know that i gave the teacher foot massages.
After that day was over, I enjoyed a normal weekend and returned to school on Monday. When I walked in I became very excited to see that our class had a substitute teacher. Which in my terms meant I could jack around and do nothing the whole day.
Tuesday though, brought harsh luck as I came into the room and yet again, we had a substitute. I, (along with other classmates) asked why Mrs. H was not here. Our substitute pulled a post-it of the desk reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. She held the note up so that she could read it, "Well... apparently your teacher is not feeling well, but she says that she misses you and hopes to be back soon." I had no idea when soon was, but I was praying that it was before read time this Thursday.
Wednesday morning I walked into class and was relieved to see Mrs. H behind her desk. I smiled and took my seat. When class began, Mrs. H got up and tried to quiet by using her hands. The class respectfully quieted down quickly, (all of us thought she was the best teacher so we did what she told us). "Class." she said, her voice was scratchy; you could tell she had a sore throat. She continued, "Mrs. H isn't felling very well. I need you to be on your best behaviors today and stay as quiet as possible, because I won't be able to talk over you. I am feeling kind of sick right now, but I don't have a fever and I need to get some things done around here so I decided to come in today. Since I can't teach, if you guys good and stay quiet we will have a movie day." Everyone in class widened their eyes with excitement. This is what made Mrs. H the best. Unlike other teachers who I have had that give you worksheets, when they are sick, Mrs. H had a philosophy that if she got out of teaching then we got out of learning. May I remind you that school was 7 hours a day, so we were in store for a lot of movies. We ended up Aladdin, The Jungle Book, Snow White and Robin Hood. That would have made for the perfect day except after our lunch I returned to class to see yet another sub. I was hacked. This time our sub was an old man, he rose in front of the class and explained that Mrs. H was too sick to make it through the day, and is unsure about tomorrow. I think that was the first time in my life that I was depressed. I went home that day only hoping she would be there tomorrow for Individual reading.
Thursday morning I walked into class relieved to see Mrs. H, and surprisingly up and around. When class began, she told us how much better she was feeling and that she was glad to here from the sub that we behaved well. Class was like any other Thursday, we began to work, we played some math games, and before I knew it, it was time for Individual Reading. I unnoticeably got under her desk without any of the other kids noticing; I think Mrs. H saw me though. I did have a book with me, and after I situated myself under her desk, I just anxiously waited. She got into her seat, very casually, scooted her rolling chair up to the desk and picked up her phone. I don’t know exactly what she was doing, but I waited patiently. I suppose someone on the other end answered because she began to whisper, trying to keep quiet so that she would not distract her class. She hung up the phone rolled her chair back and asked me, "What's is going to be honey? Reading or massaging?" I thought it might be weird to pick massaging, but obviously I did not want to pick reading. So I said the first thing that came to my mind, "I dunno." She laughed, "They are not the best options are they?" I did not answer, but I don't think she expected me to because she continued to talk. "To tell you the truth,” she said. "I was hoping you would choose to massage my feet because even though I am feeling better, walking around all day especially when having a cold, makes me so tired, and I could use a nice long massage. But I would not blame you if you want to read instead, I know for a fact that these pumps make my feet reek, and that’s probably something you don't want near you, but I would love you so much if you did rub my feet." That did it for me right there, it would not seem so weird to massaging her feet, because that’s what she wanted me to do. I agreed and she gave me a huge smile, and said I can rub them as long as I want. She rolled into her desk and I assume started doing work. I already had a hard on but what made it go completely up was the fact that she had not taken off her shoes. I guess she felt that that it was my job as the massager, and I loved that because I felt like as if I were her servant. Something I had dreamed of forever. She was wearing black pumps and black stockings. In my opinion the only thing better is bare feet. I slowly removed both of her shoes, on at a time.
After I had taken of both her shoes she flexed her toes and some of them made a very quiet pop/crack. I stared in awe. I could see through her stockings just enough to tell she had painted her toenails a maroon color. I lied down on my back so that my head was a past her outstretched feet thus having her feet lye right at upper chest. I began giving her a nice massage and I heard her make a sigh showing her satisfaction. I continued for a while until I felt her foot pull away from my hand. It had only been a couple of minuets since I had started, so read time could not have been over already. She slid out her chair a bit so she could talk to me. “Hey pal, lets not forget I have another foot that needs your attention as well. She winked at me and I shyly smiled. Without another word she scooted back up to her desk and put her other foot in my hands. After that I made certain not to massage one of her feet more than the other. I kept this up for another hour, totally satisfied, just wishing the moment would never end. Then one of the greatest things happened to me. Since my head was close to her feet, while massaging her left foot, she put her right foot smack dab in the middle of my face. She had mentioned how strong of an odor that her feet had after wearing the shoes she had on that day. When massaging her feet I could smell them, but when they were on my face it was impossible to smell anything else. It was beautiful. I swear she put perfume on her feet. Her foot was one of the most magnificent smells in the universe. I was hoping that she would keep her foot right there the whole time. I would not have taken her foot off for anything, even though she was covering both my passages of air, I didn’t mind. After about a minuet, I heard her giggling. I had a good idea that she was giggling because I had not removed her foot from my face. She stopped laughing after a couple of seconds and my position remained the same for a few minuets. Then came the problem, I had to switch feet. I had a few options, switch feet and hope she would put her other foot on my face or not switch feet and hope she would not care, but I was worried that she’d tell me to switch feet like she had earlier. So after thinking it through I did the most daring thing, stupid, but daring. I slowly switched which the foot I was massaging and moved the other one onto my face, myself. Then I could really hear her laughing. I imagine she must have been biting her lip to keep from laughing. I became mortified, and did not know what to do next. I thought maybe I should remove her foot from my face and stop massaging. Luckily I did not have to make that decision. She pulled away from her desk, got up and said, “Okay class, reading time is over. Please put your books away and pack your book bags so you’re ready to go home. I was still embarrassed about putting her foot back on my face so I decided not to pack up, I just sat under her desk towards the very back, hoping no one would see me.
She came back to her desk after about five minuets and all the students were gone. She immediately saw me and playfully asked if I was going to go home or just spend the night at school. I did not plan on answering, I was so nervous that she would tell the kids that I like to smell, and her feet. She gave me a smile and said, “Thank you Andy, you gave me the best massage I have ever had.” I started to loosen up and got out from under her desk. “Really?” The best?” I asked. “Yes really! If my husband rubbed my feet half as well as you do I would be the luckiest woman.” I asked her if her husband gives her a lot of foot massages. She told me that he does every once in a while, but not a lot because he can’t stand the smell of my feet. She looked at me straight in the eye, “But Andy, unlike my husband I think you like the smell of my feet, don’t you?” My face showed my embarrassment. “It’s okay.” She said. “I think that it’s cute that you like to smell and massage my feet. It makes me feel special!” I admitted to liking massaging and smelling her feet and then she asked me, “Do you find women’s feet very attractive?” I told her that I find them extremely beautiful, and like to look, touch, kiss and play with them. She looked at me, then at her feet, and then stuck them out towards me and asked what I thought about hers. I told her I thought she had the prettiest feet in the world and that they smelt so good. I also told her that I loved getting to massage and smell them today and then I told her that I liked the color of her nail polish on her toes. After I told her that she began to blush. You could tell she was thinking so I did not interrupt her. After a few seconds she said, “How would you like to massage my feet on a regular basis?” My face lit up, and I told her I would love to. She said that on days like today I would massage them on read time, and on other days I would could stay after school for a while and massage them while she graded papers. I told her that if I stayed after school that my parents would ask why, and that I did not want them to know. She already had a solution, “Well, I’ll call your parents and say that on days you stay after school, that your helping me get ready for the next day, and since you live close to the school, I will offer to take you home on those days. How’s that sound?” I told her that sounded great, but I also did not want the other students to know as well. She agreed and joked saying that they would be jealous. After that, she told me to hurry on home or else my mom would get worried. I did as she said, and as I left the room she said we would talk more tomorrow. I smiled and said I couldn’t wait. As a left the room I tried to comprehend what I had in store for me that year.
As I kept on massaging her foot, she rubbed her other foot all over my face; she would pinch my nose in between her toes, and move different parts of her feet onto my lips. I wanted to taste her feet, but I was too scared, finally I got the courage and I stuck out my tongue and gave a little lick. It was awesome. She took her foot of my face. "Did you just lick my foot?" she asked. "Sorry" I said. "My lips were dry and I was licking them. "Oh" she said and she put her foot back on my face. I continued to massage her feet. I massage her feet for about an hour, and I was afraid are time might be rapping up so I made the comment that she had a lot of dirt on the bottom of her shoes. "Yeah, I must have stepped in some mud this morning." she said. "Do you want me to clean them?" I asked. "No, No sweetie, you don't have to do that." I told her that I did not mind. "Okay, if you don't mind. Go get some wet paper towels from the boys bathroom." She said. I got up and did as she said. I had no intentions of using these towels, but I did not want her to find out that I was going to lick them clean. I came back and got under her desk and licked every single inch of both of those shoes spotless, inside and out. It was great. After I finished I told her I was done. I got out from under the desk to show her. "Wow" she said. "They are cleaner than when I bought them. Thank you." I said it was my pleasure. She told me she better get me home and since it was Friday she told me she was looking forward to Monday when I would massage her feet again. I got my book bag on and was ready to go when she said, "Aren't you going to put my shoes back on?" I told her that I was sorry and that I forgot. She jokingly told me that she would forgive me this one time. We left the school and got in the car. We got on the subject of sports. As we pulled into my drive way she thanked me again for the massage and for cleaning her shoes. I told her thanks for going barefoot and she just laughed. She said, "You know, I have some more shoes that could use your cleaning, if you don't mind." I told her, "ID LOVE TOO. I got out of the car, said by and went inside.
When Monday came, I went to school expecting Mrs. H to bring some of her dirty shoes for me to clean after school. I approached her desk after the school day had ended ready to provide my services to her feet. She was wearing the same shoes she had worn of Friday. I asked her, "Mrs. H, did you bring any of your shoes for me to clean?" She just looked at me and laughed, "No, no sweetie. I have to many shoes to bring to school. You'll have to come over to my house to clean them all." I became very excited when I heard that I would soon be going to her house. "When will I be going to your house?" She answered, "Well, I haven't quite figured that out yet, but no worries, I'll think of something. Now. I have some bad news to tell you. About a month ago, I scheduled an appointment with this hair stylist, and it is very difficult to get an appointment with her, therefore I do not want to cancel the appointment. So. I cannot let you rub my feet today, but I promise I will let you tomorrow. Is that okay?" I was a little bummed, but I told her it was no problem. She looked at her watch and said you probably missed the bus so let me take you home, and then I'll be off to get my hair cut.
The next day came fast enough and I was on my way to school. I got into the classroom and looked for Mrs. H. She was sitting at her desk and I went up to her and said hello. She said hello and asked me how I was. I told her I was fine, then I commented on how lovely her hair looked. She smiled and said thank you. The bell rang and I took my seat. She looked fabulous today. She was wearing a short red dress with these sexy 4-inch red stiletto heels and of course, her toenails were red. The day shot by and it was finally time to rub those feet. I had not touched them since Friday and it was now Tuesday. When I came to her desk, she had a huge smile and told me, "I have had such a long day. The only thing that got me through it was knowing that you would be massaging my feet after the day was over." She slid her chair out from her desk and motioned me to get under her desk. I got down on my knees and crawled in. She slid her chair back up to her desk so that I could reach her feet. I removed her precious shoes from her amazing feet. I got into my normal position and started rubbing her right foot. As she had done before she put her other foot on my face. The smell was fantastic. As usual, it smelt like perfume. I rubbed her feet in silence for about 30 minuets when I asked, "Mrs. H, have you though of something to tell my mom so I can come over to your house?" She looked under the desk to see me under her precious feet. She answered, "No, not yet. I promise you I will. You just stick to rubbing my feet and I'll think of something." So, I did as she said and kept rubbing her feet. A couple minuets later, I started to smell an amazing scent. I asked, "Mrs. H.what's that smell?" She said, "Oh, I just put some lotion on my hands, that's probably what you're smelling. What.is it taking you away from my foot scent?" She laughed and so did I. "Mrs. H, do you want me to rub some lotion on your feet for you? It would be my pleasure." She said, "Oh that would be wonderful! Except I have a fun way I think you would enjoy putting the lotion on my feet?" I got excited and asked how. She gave me the lotion and said, "Here, lightly coat your face with this lotion, but don't rub it in to much. And then lay on your back." I did as she said and a couple seconds later she took her feet and started rubbing them all over my face. My hands were completely free. So I shimmied down my shorts and took one of her heels and started rubbing my cock with it. I heard someone come in the room but she did not stop rubbing her feet all over my face, so I did not stop rubbing her heels on my cock.
A couple minutes later, I heard a thud on the desk. It was a stack of papers, but it scared me cause I thought maybe she would check to see if the noise had scared me. So I put my shorts back up, and I just lied there as her lovely feet kept on moving all over my face. I heard her say goodbye to whomever she was talking to and I asked her what that noise was. She said, "Oh, it's grade cards for the conferences this Wednesday and Thursday night. That's it!" she said. "What's it?" I asked. She explained, "Conferences are this Wednesday and Thursday night." She started going through her papers and soon became more excited. She said, "Your mom's conference for you is on Thursday night. And I really wanted you to come to my house over the weekend. Since it's the end of the quarter we have Friday and Monday off." I wasn't following her but I let her go on. "When your mom comes to see how your doing in school I'll tell her that you ranked in the top three in your class, which you did. I'll tell her I promised the top three students that I would take them to the Cardinals game on Friday night." This was perfect timing since it was late October and the season was just about to rap up. Then I said, "I don't get it, then I would just go back home that night." She said, "No, I was talking to your mom on the phone and she mentioned that she needed a babysitter this weekend because she was going out of town on business. The babysitter won't want to take you to the game and back, so I will offer to watch you over the weekend!" I asked, "Do you think it will work?" She said, "I sure hope so." She looked at her watch and said, "I better get you home. She handed me a towel and asked me to wipe the excess lotion off her feet and off my face. Then she added in, "Make sure you wipe my feet first and then your face." I did as she asked and then I put her heels back on. She placed her feet on the ground, and I was under the desk on all fours with my face right near her feet. I so badly wanted to kiss her feet. I got all the courage, bent down, and kissed her left foot. She made no reaction with her feet, but I could no longer hear her pen righting. She pushed her chair out and said, "You just kissed my foot." I said, "I am so sorry Mrs. H, it's just that they are so beautiful and I couldn't resist. I love your feet, please don't be mad." She smiled and said said, "I'm not mad at all. I love that you love my feet. You just caught me off guard. I did not know that you wanted to kiss my feet so bad." "I do Mrs. H. I could kiss them all day." She smiled and said, "Well we will have plenty of time this weekend to see if that statement is true. Now lets get you home. I have conferences tomorrow, so you'll have to go home on the bus and not stay after. Same goes for Thursday. However, if all goes to plan and your mom lets you stay at my house, Thursday night you can rub and kiss my feet all night long.
I was at my house on Thursday night when my mom came home from conferences. She told me that I was going to stay with Mrs. H for the long weekend. I was glad that the plan had worked. I went upstairs to pack some clothes, and before I knew it, I was on my way. I arrived at her house at around 8:00pm. She still had on what she wore to school, a black dress with black pantyhose. She was not wearing shoes. Mrs. H told me to come inside and watch TV while she talked to my mom at the door. After what seemed forever, Mrs. H. finally closed the door and joined me in the living room. She had a huge smile on her face and she said, “You’re all mine tonight, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday! How wonderful!” I was ecstatic but I wondered about her husband and what he would think. She told me not to worry and explained that he works in Atlanta, and is home for two weeks and then he goes to Atlanta for four weeks. She told me he would not be home for another ten days. I was happy to hear that and then I asked, “Now what?” She said, “Well…I want you to come upstairs to my bedroom with me. You have a long night ahead of you.” I followed her upstairs into her bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed. She pointed at me to kneel at her feet, and without hesitation I did. She looked at her feet and then at me and said, “I believe that you made a comment that you could kiss my feet all night long. Right?” “Yes, Mrs. H” I said. She slowly crossed her legs and looked down at me and her precious feet and whispered, “Then begin.” I lowered my head, took her foot, and began to kiss her foot repeatedly. I made sure I kissed the top and the sole of her foot. I placed kisses on each of her toes that were magnificently, painted red. The smell of her feet was terrific. I smell was sweet, sweat mixed with the smell of her pump that she had worn all day. I moved on to her other foot, placing kisses all over. I was totally intoxicated by the smell. My dick was rock hard, straight out like a magnet to her feet. Her feet had total and complete control over me. I was ready and willing to kiss her feet all night. She stopped me for a second, removed her pantyhose, and said, “Wouldn’t you rather kiss my feet?” Without answer, I got back to kissing her feet. She laughed and said, “I’ll take that as a yes.” After awhile longer, she instructed me, “Put my toes in your mouth and suck on them.” I immediately took her big toe and whirled it around my mouth. The taste was amazing, screw doing this the whole night; I could do this the rest of my life. Not even 10 seconds later I had my first orgasm. It felt so good, but I had no idea what was going on. “Umm…Mrs. H? I think I had an accident.” She looked at my crotch and said, “Looks like someone got a little to excited.” I asked her what should I do. She said, “Well you’ll need to change but I expect you’ll be having another accident and I don’t want your mom getting suspicious when she does your laundry so why don’t you put on my pantyhose.” And with that she tossed me the pantyhose she had just taken off. She explained, “This way incase you wet yourself, your mom won’t find out. So I went into the bathroom and put on the pantyhose and put on my shorts on over them. When I came out, she was laughing hard. I was very embarrassed, and I kept my head down. She told me, “Get used to it cause you’ll be wearing my dirty panties all weekend. Now get on back to worshiping my feet.” My shame quickly flourished when I put her toes back in my mouth. She smiled, “That’s right, suck my toes and lick my feet.” I licked up and down the soles of her soft, luscious feet. I got down on my back, took her foot, and started licking her soles. She took her other foot and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Then she took her foot, put it between the shorts and pantyhose, and kept rubbing my dick. I was ready to cum but she told me not to. I was dying to cum, I couldn’t take it any longer and I exploded a load all over. She smiled and said, “You disobeyed me. It’s okay though, you’ll learn your lesson tomorrow and I am sure you won’t disobey me again.” I said, “I am sorry Mrs. H, are you mad?” She smiled, “Of course not, I can understand, you just need discipline and you’ll get plenty of it tomorrow morning, first thing. Now lets go to bed. She laid down and instructed me to lay at the foot of the bed horizontally. She told me to massage her feet as long as I could stay awake. I started rubbing one while I kissed and smelt the other. It was around 10:00pm and I managed to stay up and rub her precious feet until 1:00am. I was not looking forward to my discipline in the morning, but I was willing to do anything as long as I could touch those feet. And I still had four days of her feet to myself!
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