The Neighbor 7

Patricia always stayed with her kids in the quarter. She did her household chores, helped them with their homework, and even played with them. One afternoon I arrived at the quarter after classes, but the neighbors weren't there because they had gone to work. My mother had gone shopping and my father was with my brother. I didn't know where they were. That afternoon I arrived and Patricia was in her room. She had finished eating with her kids and sat on a wooden chair. I greeted her and she invited me to come in. She said hello, asked what I was doing, and told me to take a seat. Her kids had gone out to play in the backyard for a bit, so I dared to sit down beside her. She offered me food, but I said no thanks, that a glass of water would be fine since she had made a yummy lemon water. We talked about normal things, like what we'd done and stuff from my day at school, and that her husband wouldn't be coming home for lunch because he was working late in the workshop. And then she told me - today I'm feeling tired of my feet... yesterday and today I've been running up and down. I got excited and said Oh, if you want I can massage your feet. She smiled almost playfully and said haha, do you know how to massage? I invented something and said that my mother would like it because she walks a lot. But my mother doesn't get massages. She thought about it and smiled again. And I kept insisting that if she wanted me to show her, so she could see that it's true. She smiled and got another chair and slowly lifted up her beautiful feet. And without losing time, I approached my hands and started massaging her little footies... her lovely soles... her pretty heels... her beautiful toes... my fingers touched her natural nails.

Ahí I took advantage and slid my hands over her shins.....and from there to her knees.......I didn't cross the limit at the skirt....I stayed on her knees and her lovely little feet....it was a delight to touch her little feet, putting my fingers between her fingers of her little feet.....I didn't feel any awkwardness.....her heels delighted me...her rosy soles from all that walking......she only felt good when I did it....I could tell by her gaze....while she watched TV.....in short moments she would look at me.....it gave me tenderness.....seeing her watching me massage her little feet....I don't remember how much time passed giving her the massage but it was the most beautiful massage I've ever given.....suddenly I heard like the gate opened....from there she got under her feet from the chair ....and I also stopped touching her lovely feet.....from there I got up to take a look and it was my mother who had arrived with the order to make dinner......I told Patricia...my mom has arrived...I'm going to help her....then we greeted each other....and she with a smile said to me....thank you.......soon I'll give you another massage.....and I smiling and very happy went out to help my mother....Here is my first close contact with the lovely Patricia ....the first time I touched a woman's lovely little feet....it's the most beautiful memory I have......I will continue telling more about my beautiful experience of my illusion with Patricia. Thanks, friends