I'm standing in line for security. I have already taken off my boots, my belt, my hat and etc and have them in their bins. My laptop is also out and everything from my pockets are in a bin as well. I move a step forward and then look up and in the line across from me is one of the most beautiful 30-something brunettes I have ever seen. She is wearing a short leather skirt that zips up all the way in the back, a black leather matching jacket which comes off to reveal a white spaghetti strap satin blouse. Her towering stilettos come off next dropping her down about 6 inches and there I see them; her beautifully manicured toes in sheer black nylons. OMG! She doesn't walk flat footed, she stays on her toes the entire time as if anything else would be foreign to her. She is so elegant, so sexy, so distracting.
SECURITY AGENT:
Sir, let's go!
I snap back from that dirty little place in my head where I am on the floor licking at her soles and look the rather intimidating Security Agent in the eye with a nod.
ME:
I'm sorry.
I'm obviously not the first person that night to no pay attention judging from the Security Agent's expression and the way his eyes roll back into his head.
I step into the scanner and hold my hands up over my head. After a second or two, I'm invited to step out on the other side and wait. Not long after I am collecting my belonging from the conveyor and trying to put myself back together. I look around for nylon goddess, but sadly can not catch sight of her. Cursing quietly to myself, I gather my bag and trod off to my gate.
I am sitting at the gate, about an hour before boarding. I have a coffee next to me and some kind of french pastry in a little bag on the seat next to me. I'm reviewing my flight itinerary on my phone as a take a sip of my coffee then give my eyes a break and look up. There she is again, right across from me. Her legs are crossed, her high heel dangles off her toes, and her attention is on her phone. I am all but hypnotized by the swaying motion of her leg and the high heel off of her toes. God, what I wouldn't give to just crawl over and smell those heels, lick those spikes and beg permission to kiss those toes.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
Are you okay?
I look up and turn beat red as I make eye contact with her. She may be flashing a pleasant smile, but I feel like I am being a total creep; Damn it!
ME:
Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't help but notice your um...
I shake my head in shame and point at her feet.
ME (CONTINUED):
... I like your shoes.
She smiles even brighter and stares at me for a good long moment before speaking.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
Thank you. But, is it just my shoes you like?
I blush some more. How could it be that obvious? Did nylon lovers like me look certain way or something?
ME:
No ma'am. It's not.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
Would you like to touch them?
I just stare at her. Did she really just offer that to me? Then I look around; we are not the only ones in that row of seats.
ME:
I would, but...
I gesture to our surroundings. She looks around too and then gets a wicked look in her eyes.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
Excuse me, Sir. Would you do me a favor? I have been wearing these shoes all day and my feet are just killing me? Could I trouble you for a foot massage?
I chuckle at first as I smile at her. But, as I look around me, the two other guys and the other woman are all looking at me. The woman gestures for me to get down there like it would even be a question. So, I do what any perfectly normal gentleman with a secret fetish for nylons would do.
ME:
Sure. I would be happy to!
I drop to my knees and gently lift the dangling high heel off of her foot and begin by pressing my thumbs into the ball of her foot. I can smell that she has indeed been wearing those heels for a while as the scent permeates into my nose and intoxicates my soul with every breath I take. The more I feel her warm, nylons against my skin, the more I want to just worship and kiss her moist, damp toes. But all I do is rub and massage and let my eyes wonder up and down the arch of her foot and the curve of her leg. She is no cheap woman either. Her nylons feel extremely soft and silky and give a tell tale slipping sound as my skin brushes against them.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
Yes, thank you. That feels so good. Please don't forget the other one.
I let the first foot go as I lift the other and carefully remove the black stiletto from it. I begin to sub and she leans down when no one seems to care and whispers to me.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT (WHISPERING):
Kiss them.
I look up at her and she nods. I then return my gaze to her beautiful toes and begin to tremble.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT (WHISPERING):
Go ahead. It's okay.
Without giving it another thought, I lower my head and gently press my lips against her toes. As I give them the most loving kiss I ever gave anything else in my life, I take in a huge breath and let her foot scent completely engulf me.
GATE AGENT (OVERHEAD ANNOUNCEMENT):
Ladies and Gentleman, we will begin boarding first class at this time. Please approach the gate.
WOMAN AT THE AIRPORT:
I guess you better put my shoes back on.
She stares down at me with a commanding smile and I do exactly as she says, placing her sexy high heels back on each foot one by one. The gets up and grabs her back without so much of a thank you and just leaves me on my knees. I smile as I get up and grab my stuff to board the plane. At least we are both in first class.
As I hand my ticket to the cute little blonde Gate Agent, she winks at me and hands me another ticket.
GATE AGENT:
Sir, I have been asked to seat you next to her. Have a good flight.
I smile even wider as I trod my way down the gangway. This is going to be one interesting flight...