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It was her sky-high heels that first caught his attention. They were gorgeous and sexy white pastel ankle straps. Translucent pink ribbons adorned the ankles of the heels and the golden buckles of the straps sporadically glinted. He loved the way the heels left the arches of her pedicure perfect feet exposed and the way the vamp brought her toes together for display. To match together, her toenails were painted the same color of her heels. He didn’t know much about heels, but damned if the ones in front of him didn’t look expensive and made the women in them look hot as hell. It seemed so odd to choose such extravagant footwear to go grocery shopping in. The black pencil skirt and tight white blouse she had on weren’t exactly casual clothing either. They did do a great job of showing her long sexy legs and the curves of her ass and buoyant breasts. Her attire made her stand out like a sore thumb in the local suburban supermarket. The eyes of passing customers all took quick glances at the striking beauty before continuing on with their shopping. It was only his eyes that seemed to be superglued to the mysterious babe. The memory of her that day was engraved in Brandon’s mind. Not just because of her attractive appearance, but because of the significance the day marked. The day his sexy new neighbor moved in. Who would have known the hot brunette pushing around a shopping cart in her high heels would have ended up being his new next door neighbor? From then on, the thought of her always found its way inside his head. He realized he was enamored with her. Unsure if what he was experiencing was akin to a high school crush, or something much more potent. He was certain about one thing and that was getting to know her better. This turned out to be much more difficult than it should have been. During the week she never seemed to be around and during the weekend she cloistered herself at home. The only brief interaction he got with her were on early mornings when he would see her leave for work. A friendly smile, hi and handwave, or some combination of the three was given and nothing more. She may have been elusive in reality, but in his fantasies she was always there. Yet no amount of imagining could change the fact that even though he may have lived next door to her, they were worlds apart. It was fitting that when he did catch her for the first time out of her home, it was at the very same place he had first seen her. At the market. He had been running low on some items and since it was gorgeous sunny day, decided to head out. He picked up some bread, eggs and milk when he spotted her on his way out. She was clad in a simple orange blouse, jean shorts and stood in a pair of dark blue patent clogs. She wore a gold ankle bracelet around her right ankle and her once long hazel mane of hair was now a chin-length bobcut. It had been nine months since the twenty-three year-old had moved into the house across his and this was the first time he had seen her out of her office cloths. More importantly, now was his chance to make his move. At the moment she was struggling with a set of backbreaking grocery bags. It was taking all the effort she could muster just to keep her balance. “Need any help?” Dawn let the bags gently fall on the ground and turned to meet a smiling Brandon. She recognized the face of her amicable next door neighbor and determined it was okay to receive the help being offered. “If it’s not too much of a bother, yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve gone shopping.” She explained. “It’s no problem at all.” Brandon was more than happy to assist and if his ministrations could do something to pacify Dawn, that was an added bonus. He picked up the heaviest looking bags and left Dawn with two Escort bodrum of the lightest. They were heavy, but thankfully the days spent at the gym came in handy. The only real discomfort was having the bags plastic rings cut into the flesh of his hands. “Thank you so much for this.” The brunette expressed her gratitude. “You’re welcome.” He replied. The happy moment for Brandon was then spoiled by an abrupt and violent cold gust of wind. It wasn’t until this occurrence that he realized the sudden changes happening around him. The bright warm sun was slowly being caged by an army of menacing storm clouds. The temperature was taking a dive and a cold wind was picking up. It appeared the beautiful warm weather for the day had come to an end. “Shall we getting?” Dawn asked realizing a possible oncoming storm.. “Ladies first.” Brandon answered She let out a smile and they began on their way home. There was small inconsequential talk the first few minutes of their journey. It consisted of nothing more than of how have you been and how’s work. Brandon was grateful for the minor conversation and any time he could spend alongside Dawn. Months had gone by since she moved into the neighborhood and he still didn’t know much about her. In the end their small talk didn’t last very long. The oncoming storm was getting worse and worse by the minute so they decided to concentrate on getting home. They could chat comfortably for as long as they wanted under the safety of a roof. The cold blasts of wind and the click clack of the brunette’s clogs resounded throughout the streets. And it may have not been the best time, but Brandon’s eyes landed on Dawn’s firm round ass. Her plump hindquarters fit snugly in the jean shorts she donned. After checking out her ass for a minute or so, his eyes shifted focused and scoured down her long sexy legs. His wondering eyes finally came to a stop at her feet’s exposed heels. A women in a pair of attractive high heels was a turn on for Brandon, but seeing the simple arch of a female’s foot was enough to drive him crazy. Ever since he saw Dawn in her elegant ankle straps nine months ago, he dreamt of doing all sorts of things with Dawn’s feet if fortune ever arose. Brandon was into that kinda of thing. He was attracted to beautiful female feet in a way he could never properly form words to explain. There was just something about being able to kiss a women’s gorgeous feet, or having a pair stroke his cock till he jizzed all over them that was just incredibly hot. He was struck out of his thinking when a ear deafening bang pierced the atmosphere. The very sky seemed to tremble from the brewing storm within the dark storm clouds. A second later a wave of heavy rain washed upon the entire suburbs. They were three-fourths of the way to their destination when mother nature had cruelly decided to unleash her fury. Brandon could hear Dawn let out a large gasp as the bone chilling rain drenched over her. A reaction that was appropriate for the situation they found themselves in. They were nowhere near wearing the proper attire for this type of weather. The downpour in time no time at all soaked their body’s with frigid water. The cold gusts of wind worsened their predicament. Shivering and with no other option, they proceeded forth in the rain. They eventually succeeded in reaching their homes with Dawn still guiding the way. By this point the streets were flooded with streams of water and they were both drenched. Brandon could effortlessly see through the brunette’s orange blouse and spot the white bra underneath. He lagged behind the trudging brunette through a muddy front yard and briefly arrived at the front steps of her home. The jingling of keys Escort Kuşadası rang before the front door finally opened. She entered first and Brandon quickly followed behind. “I’m so sorry.” She apologized on entering. “It’s alright. The real culprit in all of this is the weatherman.” He tried to make light of the situation.. “Yeah I guess you’re right.” She smiled. “So where should I put the grocery bags?” “Oh right, you can leave them in the kitchen.” They made their way through the living room and into the kitchen and left the wet grocery bags on the tiled floor. “I’ll be back in second.” Dawn spoke and then ambled off. Brandon waited patiently in the kitchen. When she returned she was toweling off her wet hair and he noticed she had changed into a dry new orange T-shirt. “Here, catch.” She threw him a towel and he caught it. “Thanks.” He began to towel off own hair and tried his best to pat himself dry. “Again, I’m so sorry.” Dawn apologized. “It’s really okay. A little rain never hurt anyone and I was happy to help.” “I suppose I was fortunate enough to run into you. Otherwise I would still be out there.” They both headed back into the living room where they sat down on the green living room couch. “Oh God, these were my favorite.” Brandon looked down and saw Dawn’s stretched out legs with her wet clogs clinging off her feet. She placed her feet back down on the floor and was about to reach down to remove the soggy clogs when Brandon interrupted. “Let me get that for you.” He wasn’t sure what made him say that, but he shortly found himself kneeling on the floor. “Oh, thank you.” Brandon gently raised Dawn’s left foot of the ground by the ankle and removed the muddy clog of her foot. His cock stirred a bit at the sight of her lovely toes painted in a silver nail polish. He tried to force the slight raise in his pants down and removed the other clog off of the brunette’s foot. She placed her feet down on the wooden floor and Brandon stared at them for a bit. She had beautiful arches, fair skin and perfect toes painted in that sexy silver nail polish. God she had such beautiful feet was all he could think. He tried to be surreptitious about his staring and took the towel he had been handed to gently pat down each one of her feet. He slowly ran the soft cloth over her soles and down her toes. As he held her foot in one hand and ran the cloth under her instep, Dawn let out a slight giggle. “Hey, that tickles!” She laughed. “Sorry.” Brandon replied. “It’s okay.” Brandon went back to patting down her feet and after finishing up, got up. “Hmmm..that felt really nice. Brandon, would you mind doing me one more favor?” Dawn asked “Sure what is it?” “It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop raining anytime soon. So in the meantime could you stay and help me warm up?” The last bit of her sentence made his heart sped up with excitement. “Warm up?” He asked. “Yeah, I was hoping you could give my cold feet a massage.” She clarified. “Oh, a foot massage? Sure. I’d be happy too.” He watched as Dawn laid down on the couch and placed her feet on the couch’s armrest. “You can move the cabinet and sit down on it if you want.” She pointed out. “Oh, right.” Brandon lifted the cabinet placed next to the couch and moved it back enough so he could sit on it. He wedged himself between the couch and cabinet, took a seat and prepared himself to give Dawn a relaxing foot massage. He was giddy and excited inside, happy that he had seen her beautiful bare feet and now privileged that he would be able to stare and play with them. His cock was pressing hard up against his jeans, aroused by the sexy feet limply hanging off the couch’s armrest and the cute brunette comfortably laying bodrum escort down on the rest of the sofa. He loved the view he had of her long sexy legs and the sight of her firm breasts squeezed by her tight orange T-shirt. Dawn looked so vulnerable, yet so sexy. He went for her left foot first. He clasped her gorgeous foot with his hands, took both his thumbs and slowly ran them from her instep down to the bottom of her sole. He repeated the same motion over and over. Each time applying more pressure and making sure not to miss an inch of her instep or sole. Her feet definitely needed the stimulation. They were ice cold. “Oooh Brandon….that feeeels so niiiiice!” Dawn moaned. Her breathy and sultry moan made him stop and look up. The brunette was relaxed back on the coach, her head pivoted toward the right and her eyes filled with a look of sedation. “Please don’t stop.” She whispered. His hands continued where they left off, massaging her foot from instep to sole. He turned his attention to her heel and began to massage the area in circles with his thumb. He varied the pressure and speed and after thoroughly giving her heel the proper attention, turned to the ball of her foot. He applied the same technique of kneading with his thumbs in circles and had Dawn moaning and curling her toes at this point. “Hmmmm!” God those moans of her were really turning him on. It made his hard cock ache even more, but it did give him a sense of pride to know his handiwork was making her moan so spicily. Brandon continued his massage by taking a hold of her big toe with his thumb and forefinger. He then gently rolled the toe as he slid his finger down to its end. One by one, he gave the same treatment to each of her cute toes. It did take some effort on his part to resist putting her sexy silver nail polished toes into his mouth and begin sucking on them. The fear of ruining the small relationship he had with the brunette was enough to curb the action. He finished off her left foot and went to work on her right. This time the conscience goal of making Dawn moan as much as possible was at the front of his mind. As a result he took his time massaging her right foot, making sure to knead every area and get the steamy response he was looking for. It went without a hitch. In fact it worked so well he was surprised to see what Dawn was doing when he took a glance up at her. She had her jean shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, her right hand buried deep under her pink panties. She had her eyes closed and was biting down on her bottom lip. He could clearly see her hand moving underneath her panties. Her other free hand was cupping one of her breasts. Her fingers were busy caressing the firm orb and teasing its nipple through her shirt. She moaned and squirmed from the pleasure surging through her body. The whole sight of seeing the brunette masturbate in front of him was freaking hot. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop Brandon.” She pleaded moaning.. It was as if she had opened her eyes and caught him staring at her. And although he was staring at her, she had not opened her eyes and he had not stopped massaging her foot. “Please Brandon..” She mumbled. “Please…” He thought she was pleading for him not to stop his foot massage, but he soon realized it was an entirely different request. Through her sexy mewling he waited to hear the rest of her sentence. “Please Brandon, suck my toes.” Her request made his heart skip a beat and made him question if his ears were working properly. “Suck my toes.” Nope, his ears were just fine. He looked down at her foot and stared at those delectable toes of her. He wanted to gobble them up right away, but figured it would be much more enjoyable for both of them if he took his time. Brandon gently raised her foot and brought it to his mouth. He brought his lips to her foot and gave her sole a soft smooch. There was an immediate response from Dawn as she let out a slight heave. Brandon went back for another kiss, reveling the feel of her baby soft feet against his lips.

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