I get out of the car and head for the entrance. The second I walk in, I see her. How could I miss her? How could anyone? ‘Stay casual. Laid back. Yo...’re in control.’ I move to a nearby table and sit down casually, thumbing through the menu in front of me. She glides effortlessly to the side of the table. I swear she never walks anywhere. She just floats… ‘Hey.’ The sound of her voice brings back a rush of memories just like it always does. I push them back. ‘Hey… sweet tea.’ We chat back and. I must have her soon! She wanted it as well. The supposedly cold and aloof woman who most thought was even a snob was mine! How different she is when excited close to climax. A few days later one afternoon she was at my place again and I suddenly had this desire to see her naked body. I had dreamt and dreamt and dreamt again of her nudity. I almost felt I had the details of her curves and crevices even without seeing them. I don’t know what happened but it was a boyish kind of longing. I asked. This guy did not have a particularly great body or particularly good looking, just very average guy. I wondered why the site owner was paying for this guy’s professional pictures; but then again it really is not my job to judge what other people like. I just line them up and try to take the best photos that I can.I introduced myself, we shook hands, and I pointed out the changing area in the corner. Steve walked over and quickly undressed. It immediately became apparent why he had been sent. The shower helped me to calm me down a little, and now with only a semi-hard on I walk back to the bedroom to get dressed. As I enter the bedroom I turn on the lamp instead of the bedroom light so I don't wake my soundly sleeping wife. While making my way to the closet I notice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a.