Oh god, oh god, I really shouldn't be doing this. But how could I not?
The girl was passed out on a hospital gurney, sleeping off a hard night's drinking. The hospital got three or four of these cases a week, college students who'd partied a little too hard and found their way to the ER, believing their swirling head and fuzzy vision was a stroke or heart attack. The doctors usually shrugged their annoyance and left them somewhere quiet with a tumbler of cold water and a couple of aspirin. Invariably, these "patients" staggered home the next morning, shame-faced and glowing with embarrassment, collected by friends or long suffering relatives.
I glanced down at the sleeping girl, curled up in the empty side room. As I watched, she shifted slightly, pulling her foot further out of the shoe that had slipped off as she slept. I let out a tormented sigh as her soft, pantyhose covered sole revealed itself, a tantalizing expanse of wrinkled flesh, wrapped in sheer nylon.
A rush of voyeuristic guilt washed over me and I looked quickly away, trying to concentrate on restocking the medicine cabinet in the corner of the room. I was a nurse, for goodness sake, I should know better! The girl had placed her trust in the hospital, and looking at her as I had been was most improper. But I couldn't get her out of my mind.
I found myself obsessively thinking about the long line of her legs, the tight fit of her short dress, cut low on her chest and high on her thighs. The tumble of blonde curls that fell over her shoulders and the edge of the gurney like a honey waterfall.
Why couldn't I stop thinking about her feet? I'd never felt this way before!
She sighed and shifted, and I turned to look at her again. Her full red lips had parted and her eyes flicked beneath her eyelids as she dreamed unknowable dreams.
My gaze returned to her feet, her maddeningly exposed sheer dark feet. As I watched, she twitched her toes, pretty painted jewels dancing lazily beneath the thin gauze of her pantyhose.
I found myself thinking unfamiliar thoughts, strange considerations that rose like bubbles of desire and filled my mind with novel urges. What did her feet smell like? What did they taste like? What would it be like to run my fingers over her soles and touch her velvety soft nylon.
Oh god, what was I doing?
The room blurred like I was sleepwalking through a dream, and I found myself standing over her, feigning some fussy interest in the gurney, but staring at her twitching toes. The girl shifted again, lightly stroking her legs together, creating the soft swish of nylon on nylon, a gentle sound that filled the room and echoed around my awareness. I glanced at the door, double checking that it was firmly locked.
Then, with barely a thought, I dipped my head and touched my nose to her nylon sole, breathing deeply and filling my lungs with the rich scent of her. My mind exploded. A supernova of sensation triggered by the hot musk of her foot. Shoe leather and sweat, faint perfume and soft soap. Blinking quickly and breathing heavily, I leaned forwards again, pressing my face against her foot. I dragged my nose back and forth, touching my cheek to her flesh, feeling an overwhelming sense of her presence and the indescribable softness of her sole.
She stirred and I stood bolt upright, shocked and ashamed by my actions, panting as though I'd just run a hundred yards. I felt warm and invigorated, a hot rush of need and desire radiating out from between my legs, making my thighs slippery with unexplored lust. What was wrong with me?
The girl shifted slightly and the loose shoe fell to the floor, landing with a muffled thud on the hard tiles. Completely free for the first time, her toes flexed back and forth, stretching at the reinforced material of her hose, causing the thin seam to wiggle and dance like a slinky. Then she was still, dozing quietly once more.
What harm would a quick taste do?
The thought emerged into my mind like a loose thread, demanding attention, irresistible and impossible to ignore. I pulled at it, feeling the thin garment of my conscience unravelling with every hot consideration. Justification followed by condemnation, an internal struggle of right versus wrong, lust versus morality. But there would be only one winner.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I leaned forwards, resting my weight on the gurney, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl. Then I touched my mouth to her sole, flicking my tongue across her hot skin, savoring the impossibly compelling taste of her, a hot volcano of desire erupting between my legs as a world of sensation unfolded before me.
Back and forth I licked, long sweeps from the heel of her foot to the tip of her toes, kissing her, tasting her, teasing her with my tongue. I couldn't get enough, couldn't stop myself from drinking from this forbidden cup.
And then I stood, fear overriding my unstoppable desire. I was breathless, flushed, pinpricks of perspiration erupting across my body.
Suddenly, the girl stirred. She moved her legs together then turned her head to face me. Her dark eyes cracked open with a lazy weight and she stared at me.
"Oh, hi," she said with a soft smile. "I was having the most amazing dream..."
The girl was passed out on a hospital gurney, sleeping off a hard night's drinking. The hospital got three or four of these cases a week, college students who'd partied a little too hard and found their way to the ER, believing their swirling head and fuzzy vision was a stroke or heart attack. The doctors usually shrugged their annoyance and left them somewhere quiet with a tumbler of cold water and a couple of aspirin. Invariably, these "patients" staggered home the next morning, shame-faced and glowing with embarrassment, collected by friends or long suffering relatives.
I glanced down at the sleeping girl, curled up in the empty side room. As I watched, she shifted slightly, pulling her foot further out of the shoe that had slipped off as she slept. I let out a tormented sigh as her soft, pantyhose covered sole revealed itself, a tantalizing expanse of wrinkled flesh, wrapped in sheer nylon.
A rush of voyeuristic guilt washed over me and I looked quickly away, trying to concentrate on restocking the medicine cabinet in the corner of the room. I was a nurse, for goodness sake, I should know better! The girl had placed her trust in the hospital, and looking at her as I had been was most improper. But I couldn't get her out of my mind.
I found myself obsessively thinking about the long line of her legs, the tight fit of her short dress, cut low on her chest and high on her thighs. The tumble of blonde curls that fell over her shoulders and the edge of the gurney like a honey waterfall.
Why couldn't I stop thinking about her feet? I'd never felt this way before!
She sighed and shifted, and I turned to look at her again. Her full red lips had parted and her eyes flicked beneath her eyelids as she dreamed unknowable dreams.
My gaze returned to her feet, her maddeningly exposed sheer dark feet. As I watched, she twitched her toes, pretty painted jewels dancing lazily beneath the thin gauze of her pantyhose.
I found myself thinking unfamiliar thoughts, strange considerations that rose like bubbles of desire and filled my mind with novel urges. What did her feet smell like? What did they taste like? What would it be like to run my fingers over her soles and touch her velvety soft nylon.
Oh god, what was I doing?
The room blurred like I was sleepwalking through a dream, and I found myself standing over her, feigning some fussy interest in the gurney, but staring at her twitching toes. The girl shifted again, lightly stroking her legs together, creating the soft swish of nylon on nylon, a gentle sound that filled the room and echoed around my awareness. I glanced at the door, double checking that it was firmly locked.
Then, with barely a thought, I dipped my head and touched my nose to her nylon sole, breathing deeply and filling my lungs with the rich scent of her. My mind exploded. A supernova of sensation triggered by the hot musk of her foot. Shoe leather and sweat, faint perfume and soft soap. Blinking quickly and breathing heavily, I leaned forwards again, pressing my face against her foot. I dragged my nose back and forth, touching my cheek to her flesh, feeling an overwhelming sense of her presence and the indescribable softness of her sole.
She stirred and I stood bolt upright, shocked and ashamed by my actions, panting as though I'd just run a hundred yards. I felt warm and invigorated, a hot rush of need and desire radiating out from between my legs, making my thighs slippery with unexplored lust. What was wrong with me?
The girl shifted slightly and the loose shoe fell to the floor, landing with a muffled thud on the hard tiles. Completely free for the first time, her toes flexed back and forth, stretching at the reinforced material of her hose, causing the thin seam to wiggle and dance like a slinky. Then she was still, dozing quietly once more.
What harm would a quick taste do?
The thought emerged into my mind like a loose thread, demanding attention, irresistible and impossible to ignore. I pulled at it, feeling the thin garment of my conscience unravelling with every hot consideration. Justification followed by condemnation, an internal struggle of right versus wrong, lust versus morality. But there would be only one winner.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I leaned forwards, resting my weight on the gurney, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl. Then I touched my mouth to her sole, flicking my tongue across her hot skin, savoring the impossibly compelling taste of her, a hot volcano of desire erupting between my legs as a world of sensation unfolded before me.
Back and forth I licked, long sweeps from the heel of her foot to the tip of her toes, kissing her, tasting her, teasing her with my tongue. I couldn't get enough, couldn't stop myself from drinking from this forbidden cup.
And then I stood, fear overriding my unstoppable desire. I was breathless, flushed, pinpricks of perspiration erupting across my body.
Suddenly, the girl stirred. She moved her legs together then turned her head to face me. Her dark eyes cracked open with a lazy weight and she stared at me.
"Oh, hi," she said with a soft smile. "I was having the most amazing dream..."
