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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ STACY'S HALLOWEEN HELPER (M/f-teen, foot-fetish) by Anonymous (an45791@anon.penet.fi) October 1993 ** "Boy are you excited," Stacy's sister told the 15-year- old. "You weren't even half that excited when you used to do trick-or-treating." "Com'on, going to a cool party beats knocking on doors anytime," replied the girl, busy with her make-up. "Besides, it's my first grown-up party." Her sister laughed. "Don't get too drunk though. I'm supposed to be babysitting you." Stacy smiled, and put on her sister's nurse uniform. That is, it had been until one day last month when it got washed improperly and had shrunk; now Stacy claimed it as her Halloween costume. It was a bit short even for her, with the hemline at mid-thigh. "Hurry up," said her sister, handing her a pair of white pantyhose. "Or you'll miss the party." "Don't worry! I'll get there on time, haven't you ever heard the phrase fashionably late?" She sat on her bed, and carefully gathered the nylons around her thumbs. She then delicately put her left foot in the pantyhose, and pulled it up her calf. Then she did the same with the right foot. She stood up and slowly pulled the nylons up until her thighs and groin were neatly wrapped in the sheer white pantyhose. Dropping her skirt, she went to find her sister to borrow her new shoes. She picked her sister's 3-inch red pumps. "Nurses don't wear red shoes," said her sister. "Besides, you've never worn high heels before." "But I like these!" Stacy stubbornly protested. She grabbed the pumps and went back to her room. Putting them in from of her full-length mirror, she cautiously stepped into the shoes, making sure she does not lose her balance. After all, this is her first time wearing high heels. She looked at the mirror. She thought that she looked like every man's fantasy nurse - a neat cape on top of her wavy shoulder-length brown hair, a beautiful face, budding breasts, a nicely curved body, and very shapely legs. The red size 8 heels accented her well-formed calves, the part of her body she's the most proud of. Since she was a little girl she had insisted on wearing a skirt and tights. Now that she was a young woman, she was going to insist on wearing high heels. "If you want to seduce the boys with those gams, we better get going," prompted her sister. Stacy picked up her purse and followed, carefully planting every step. The party was only a few blocks away, so they walked. Stacy struggled with her balance. "How are the high heels Stace?" asked her sister, smiling. "Wobbly," Stacy replied, "but I'm getting the hang of it." Unfortunately the party was not the best experience for Stacy. Everyone was dead drunk in no time, and she was the youngest one there, so she got little attention. Even worse, her sister had become seriously intoxicated, and had disappeared in one of the upstairs bedrooms with her boyfriend Fred. Stacy just wanted to go home. She left the party alone around midnight. The street was deserted. The children had finished trick-or- treating and the adults were all at parties like the one she'd just left. The night wind was also getting nippy, so she hurried her steps. As she approached the intersection the light was turning red. A car was coming from a distance, but she figured she could make it. The car raced past her as she reached the other side of the road. While she smiled to herself at her luck, her left foot caught in a hole in the sidewalk. She fell down hard on to the pavement. "You all right?" a heavily accented voice asked, while a pair of hands helped her up. "I'm fine thanks," she replied. But when she tried to walk - ouch! - An intense pain jolted from her ankle. She stumbled into the hands. "Miss you twist ankle. Me can help," said the voice, leading her into the entranceway of a government building on the corner. Stacy nodded, keeping her eyes on the road. The man helped her sit down on the step edging. The place was brightly lit even though the offices are closed, at the expense of the taxpayers. Stacy was now able to see her helper: he was Oriental, possibly Chinese, in his early 20's. He wore thick black glasses and had a calculator in his breast pocket. Must be an exchange university student, Stacy thought. The man knelt in front of her, and picked up her left foot. "Me know Chinese muscle medicine can help ankle no pain," he said in halting English. Stacy smiled. He then carefully took off her shoe, making sure her ankle was stable. Slowly he massaged her foot and ankle, starting with one hand and exchanging hands periodically. Stacy felt very relaxed and refreshed; she closed her eyes and moaned softly in pleasure. She soon lost track of all time; she was simply in paradise. After a while, the pain eased and the man slowly placed her foot down. "Jump and run bad for hurt ankle." said the man. "Thank you." Stacy replied, opening her eyes. Then the man blushed and said, "Miss has very pretty leg and foot. In Chinese culture foot and leg prettiness very important." Stacy then remembered she had once read that ancient China women were required to bundle up their feet since infancy, because small feet were considered to be beautiful. Apparently the appreciation of the lower appendages persisted even after the abolition of the practice. For this man, at least, as Stacy noticed the bulge in his pants. This made her a little nervous. But she was intrigued that she had caused this in an adult man and without really thinking about where she was going with it, said, "I liked your massage. Can you give one to this foot too?" Slipping off her right shoe and stroking the bulge in the man's pants with her right foot. She also hiked up her skirt, revealing her pantyhose wanting to torment him a little longer. The man simply couldn't believe his fortune. It was actually better than a fortune, for you can't find this kind of experience in a cookie. Fighting to retain his composure, he gently squeezed Stacy's right foot in one hand while the other caressed her calf. She moaned and breathed a little faster. He then proceeded to stroke her toes, one by one, giving each his fullest attention. Bringing her foot up to his nose, he smelled deeply the moist nylon. While nibbling on her heel, his hand slowly traveled up her leg until he reached the top of her thigh. Then it moved back, massaging her thigh, knee, leg, and foot. Next he lowered her leg to his lap and repeated the treatment with both hands. Now very excited Stacy pulled down her pantyhose and white panty to mid-thigh, while her finger stroked her clit through her panties. She also took hold of the oriental man's pant zipper with her free toes and pulled it down. Wiggling her foot she freed his penis and balls from the inside. (Vaguely surprised that the man hadn't been wearing underwear) Playing with is inflated penis, fascinated by his nervous reaction to her attentions, she slipped his cock between her big and second toe and rhythmically tugged at it. This turned on him even more, and his prick grew to its full length. Gradually they both accelerated the rhythm; Stacy's clit stroking and prick tugging, the man's leg massaging, and both their breathing grow ragged. Finally with a little squeal Stacy had an intense orgasm, feminine juices spurted; at the same moment the man shot his load all over her nylon-clad leg. At first she was shocked at the sight of a man's orgasm, but soon she was smoothing his cum around on her leg while looking into his widening eyes, and wiped off his messy cock with her foot. The man had to catch his breath. Finally he whispered, "Thank you Miss, me never have so good foot sex before." he panted. "I have heard of how rare it is to find a man who really knows how to treat a lady's feet, but I just met one." Stacy complimented. He helped her get up. Although her ankle was not hurting anymore, she decided wisely against wearing the high heels. Before she said goodbye, however, she took off her pantyhose and gave it to the man. "I love you." she said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed. Then she picked up her pumps and limped off home, leaving the stunned man standing there, pantyhose in hand. ** A group of students in a university in China held a secret meeting to discuss starting an underground group advocating democracy and freedom. Despite having to constantly look out for police, the meeting was very productive. Finally one last issue had to be resolved. "We need symbol for our movement," was the general consensus, "Like a Goddess of Liberty." One student pulled out a velvet box. "I a have good symbol." He opened the box and everyone was astonished with what was inside. It was a pair of sheer white, cum-stained pantyhose. **Happy Halloween** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 1