A College Nurse's Proposition
As the small restaurant began to wind down for the evening, I couldn't help but notice the pretty woman sitting across from me. Her long hair framed her face perfectly, and she kept playing with it as she spoke. I glanced down at my phone, pretending to look at something else while surreptitiously taking in every detail of her appearance.
I couldn't help but notice her footwear - a pair of stylish sneakers that hugged her feet snugly. 37 euros, I thought to myself, making a mental note of her shoe size. As my friend excused himself to the bathroom, leaving us alone, I took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to make my move.
"Have you ever done any modeling before?" I asked casually, sliding my phone back into my pocket.
She raised an eyebrow at me, clearly intrigued. "Not really," she replied, her voice catching slightly. "Why, do you think I should?"
"Well," I said, smiling confidently, "I've got this idea for an artistic photoshoot involving feet. It could be really interesting."
Her face lit up with excitement. "Oh my God, yes! I've always wanted to do something like that!"
And just like that, she was sold. We agreed to meet at her dorm room the following evening to begin our little project. As we exchanged contact information and made our plans, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through me. This was going to be something special.
The next evening, I arrived at the girls' dormitory nervously. I was a little out of place, being the only man in the building. Anne met me at the door, her face flushed with excitement. She led me to her room, which was small but cozy, with a single bed in the middle. She apologized for the mess, but I hardly noticed - all I could focus on were her feet.
She kicked off her shoes, revealing a pair of beige ankle socks that looked completely innocent. But there was something about them that turned me on immensely. I tried to ignore the smell of sweat, knowing it was just a part of the experience.
She lay down on the bed, and I began to take photos of her feet, carefully angling the camera to capture every detail. She giggled softly as I tickled her feet, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention. As I took more photos, my penis began to stir beneath my clothes.
I couldn't resist any longer. I gently guided her hand to my crotch, and she hesitantly wrapped her fingers around my hardening shaft. I moaned softly in pleasure as she began to stroke me, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin beneath the tip.
Feeling emboldened, I guided her hands to her own feet, encouraging her to give me a footjob. She nervously complied, her fingers tracing circles around my shaft as she slowly began to slide her feet up and down against me.
Her feet were soft and warm, and the sensation was driving me wild. I reached down and grasped her ankles, pulling her feet closer to me as I began to thrust against them. She gasped as I found her sweet spot, and I could feel her toes curling in pleasure.
In a moment of passion, I pulled out my phone and started filming. I wanted to capture every second of this incredible experience, from the soft moans echoing in the room to the way her nails dug into the mattress as she rode my cock with her feet.
We came together, our cries of pleasure filling the air. As the last moments of the video played out in slow motion, I felt a warm rush between her feet. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with excitement, and I knew that this was something we would both remember for a long time.
"That was amazing," she breathed, pulling her feet up to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself. "I've never done anything like that before."
I smiled down at her, feeling an odd sense of pride. "Neither have I," I replied truthfully. "But I think we made something special tonight."
