Melissa , Her Socks Ch. 1

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When I was in high school, my friend Mickey lived a few houses down from me. Since I didn’t have a car or a job yet, I spent a lot of time just going over to his house and hanging out with him and my other buddies.

As I started hanging out at his house more often, I was introduced to his family. His mom, his stepdad, and his sister, Melissa. When I first met Melissa, it was anything but love at first sight. She had marched downstairs into Mickey’s room where we were hanging out, and was yelling at him for doing whatever it is brothers do to upset their younger sisters. I doubt she even noticed me.

Though our first meeting was an inauspicious one, I couldn’t help but notice how attractive Melissa was. She was a senior in high school, like me, and she wasn’t as immature as some high school girls were. She had shoulder-length black hair that was just a little curly. She wasn’t really overweight, but she didn’t have that emaciated look that is so common among young women. Melissa was also tall, about 5’10” or so, with long legs and beautiful feet.

I couldn’t help but notice how nice her feet looked, because Mickey and Melissa’s mom was a clean freak that insisted everyone take their shoes off when they came inside the house. I loved it, because it meant I got to see Melissa walk around barefoot or with socks on.

Sometimes she would be coming down into Mickey’s room, and I’d hear the door open as she started down. I’d look up at the open stairwell and see her beautiful socked feet stepping gingerly down the stairs as she walked down to call Mickey to dinner or something.

One day, I was over hanging out with Mickey, and I was invited to eat dinner with their family. As I sat down at the table, I noticed that Melissa was sitting directly across from me. She made eye contact with me and we shared a little smile; maybe she had noticed me, after all.

During dinner, as I was passing the potatoes to Mickey’s mom, I felt something bump my foot under the table. I looked up quickly and saw Melissa looking right at me, with a somewhat surprised look on her face as well. I smiled at her again and returned to my food.

A few minutes later, I felt something brush my foot once again. I looked at Melissa again, and this time she was looking at me expectantly, with a coy smile on her face. I smiled back and edged my foot in a little closer to her. That was just the response she was looking for, because she then started softly rubbing her socked foot across mine.

I had noticed on the way to the table that Melissa was wearing plain white dress socks. I liked them then, but I loved them now as they rubbed up against the athletic Bostancı escort socks I was wearing. I quickly got an erection that I thought was going to explode out of my jeans.

We both finished our dinners rather slowly, so we could drag out our little game of footsie. We took turns; she would rub her feet along mine for a little while, and then I would take over.

When dinner was finally over, I didn’t want to stand up for two reasons. The first was that Melissa and I had to stop our sexy game, and the second was that I had a raging hard-on that I was afraid everyone would notice.

But I eventually got up, and after thanking Mickey’s mom for dinner I headed home. As I walked the short distance back to my house, I couldn’t stop thinking about Melissa. What are the chances of me finding someone else who likes feet and socks, I thought.

As I went back to Mickey’s house over the next few days, I began hanging out with Melissa. To my delight, I discovered how fun she was to be around. We started getting a little more attached to each other, and hung out more and more often. Finally, in a little stand of trees behind a vacant house down the street, I worked up the nerve to kiss Melissa.

To say I had led a sheltered life to this point would be somewhat of an understatement. I had never really dated anybody, unless you count the girlfriend I had when I was in sixth grade, but that’s not exactly the same thing. Most of my teenage years had been spent admiring girls from afar, and then taking care of myself in the privacy of my bedroom.

When I kissed Melissa, that all changed. It felt like my face was on fire, and my heart felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I had no doubt that I was in love. Well, one thing led to another, and we started to get more serious and more physical. But no clothes had come off. Yet.

A few weeks passed, and once again I was invited to have dinner with Mickey and Melissa’s family. By this time, everyone in the family knew Melissa and I were an item. It didn’t bother Mickey, except for the fact that when I came over it was usually to see his sister and not him. Melissa and I hadn’t talked much about our sexy little round of footsie, but she knew I had a thing for her feet, especially when she wore socks.

Since it was winter time, and their family was pretty casual, I came over wearing sweats and a fleece pullover, with white tube socks and tennis shoes, which came off at the door. As I was sitting down, Melissa bounded into the room, wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, and soft white athletic socks similar to my own. The jeans really showed off her figure, Anadolu Yakası Escort and she gave me a knowing smile as she paraded in front of me and around the table.

It wasn’t long after we sat down to eat that Melissa made her move, extending her leg until her socked foot reached mine. I couldn’t believe my luck; one of my favorite fantasies was happening a second time! This time, though, the smile she gave me was less coy and a little more wicked, like she knew something that I didn’t.

As the night moved on, I realized what it was. While rubbing one of my feet with one of hers, I felt her other foot raise off the ground and start rubbing my lower leg. I gave her a surprised look, and she winked at me with that wicked smile.

While she continued to rub her foot against mine, I felt her other foot continue its journey up my leg. First my calf, then the inside of my knee, and as I slouched in my seat a bit, she reached the inside of my thigh. I felt my erection go from hard to a level of hardness somewhere between topaz and diamond.

It had taken several minutes for Melissa to slowly work her foot up until it was between my thighs, so she took a little break at this point, curling her toes around the edge of my chair so her foot could hang there, allowing her leg to rest.

We made eye contact again a few moments later, and the fire in her eyes confirmed my hopes. She slid her foot in from the edge of my chair, sliding her toes directly between the chair and my crotch. Then she pulled back a little bit, and curled her toes up until they were rubbing on my balls through my sweatpants.

Luckily for me, Melissa’s mom had served a dessert this time, and as I ate it I was able to pass my moans of sexual delight off as compliments about the pie. Another stroke of luck was that I had work my thin bikini underwear under my sweatpants, and it felt like they were barely there as Melissa rubbed her socked foot across my groin.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Melissa moved her foot up further and began rubbing it along my cock. She had nice, long feet with a high instep, and my dick fit under her arch as she kept rubbing. Then I felt her other foot come off the ground and take over where the first had left off, rubbing my balls. I was in heaven.

While this was going on, the family began to excuse themselves from the table one by one. Melissa had eaten pretty slowly, and I had barely touched my food, so we were the last two at the table. But the last thing either of us was worried about was food.

After a couple minutes of sheer pleasure, Melissa moved both of her Kadıköy Escort feet up to my waistline, sliding them under the front of my pullover. She curled her toes down, making little hooks with her feet, and slid them down to the waistband of my sweatpants.

I was so shocked that I didn’t move at first, but then I realized she needed some help. As she pulled down with her feet, I lifted with waistband of my sweats and underwear up a bit, and then my hard cock was out of my pants under the table. I couldn’t believe Melissa was doing this, and I also couldn’t believe I was playing along.

But when she moved her feet together like a pair of hands and grasped my dick, I forgot about everything but Melissa’s beautiful feet and her incredibly soft socks. Once again I fit right into her high arch, but this time there was one on either side of my cock and there was nothing between my skin and the soft cotton athletic socks she wore on her feet.

She began to move her feet up and down together as one, like a slower version of when I masturbated. In the back of my head I dimly realized that I was getting a footjob, long before I had received a blowjob or even a handjob.

Since everyone had left the table, I wasn’t worried too much about the squirming I was doing, or the quiet moans I was letting out. But as Melissa kept jacking me off with her stocking feet under the table I realized I was going to make a big mess in the dining room.

Though the footjob Melissa was giving me was a little awkward at first, as she kept going she got better and better at it, so she was able to go faster and faster. As I got closer and closer to an orgasm I moved my hands under the table and grabbed my waistband, so I could pull my pants up before I came.

She kept pumping her feet up and down, faster and faster, until she was almost going as fast as I could go with my own hand. My cock felt like it was about to explode, and I could feel a drop of precum forming at the tip. I felt myself getting closer and closer, and my toes curled up in ecstasy inside my own socks.

Right before I came, I quickly pushed Melissa’s feet away from my dick and pulled my sweats and undies up to my waist. A fraction of a second later, I had the best orgasm of my young life, and I felt my cock pump load after load of cum into my pants.

I reached out with my hands and grabbed Melissa’s feet as I continued to cum, and gently rubbed them as I felt my crotch get soaked. Then she got up from her chair and walked around to my side of the table, where she passionately kissed me for several moments.

“You better go before someone else sees this,” she said with a smile, pulling back my shirt to reveal a large wet spot on my crotch. And with that, she spun on her socked foot and walked out of the room.

As I walked back to my house a couple of minutes later, I thought to myself, this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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