Harry welcomes his new neighbours, Kate, and her boyfriend, Monty. At first, they seem like a normal couple. But after a few weeks, Harry becomes increasingly suspicious of Kate’s daily activities and concludes she’s a prostitute.
It is Kate and Monty’s first place together, a three-bed house in the London suburbs, a quiet cul-de-sac littered with cherry blossom trees. It is exactly the kind of place Kate had dreamt of.
Their neighbour, Harry, has in lived in the close since it was built ten years ago. He is a lifelong Londoner and a bit of a rogue in his younger days. He is very welcoming to the new couple and calls around in the first few days to introduce himself. In his mid-sixties, a widower and recently retired, he looks his age with sweeping white hair but still keeps himself fit. There is life in the old dog yet as Kate notices his eyes looking her way. She stands in her bare feet and joggers chatting with Harry, while Monty rummages through some boxes looking for the essentials to make a coffee.
Kate is in her late thirties, an attractive brunette, with a curvy body, great boobs, beautiful long wavy hair, piercing blue eyes and a cute ski jump-shaped nose. Even in a jogging suit and no make-up, she looks hot. She could be Harry's daughter, but that isn't the way he was thinking about her.
Harry notices Monty head off to work, regular as clockwork at 7.45. Kate seems to leave the house for work a few days a week; the other days, Harry presumes she works from home, in some form.
On the days Kate is at home, there are often comings and goings of various sheepish looking men. What also arouses Harry’s suspicion is the way Kate dresses, she is more dressed up at home in dresses and sexy heels, then went she goes to work.
Harry has a thing for cute feet. He had already noticed Kate’s perfect toes when he was round, painted red with a saucy little toe-ring.
“I am convinced, Kate, the woman next door is on the game,” Harry scoffs.
“Grandad, really, you have too much time on your hands,” his eighteen-year-old grandson, Elliot, replies, sitting in Harry's living room with a cup of tea.
“Well, there isn’t much you can do about it. You can’t ask her,” Elliot continues.
“No, grandson, but we can gather evidence.” Harry says.
“What do you mean, gather evidence? What do you mean ‘We’?”
“You could take a look round the house while I keep watch.”
“Grandad, I am not breaking into your neighbour's house.”
“No need. I still have a spare key from the Jones, who lived there before.”
Elliot knew this was a bad idea, but agreed. Kate is generally at work on a Monday, so that would be when Elliot would make his move.
Harry and Elliot subtly peer through the blinds, waiting for Kate to leave. Looking very smart in a grey suit and deep brown suede heels, Kate leaves the house just after Monty.
“Right then, off you go. I will keep looking and text you if anyone comes.”
“What exactly am I looking for?”
“Dildos, whips, crotchless panties. Stuff like that.”
“Fuck me, Grandad, I think you have lost the plot.”
“Don’t swear, Elliot, you were raised better than that. Now off you go.”
“What if they have an alarm?”
“I don’t think they do.”
“That isn’t very reassuring, Grandad.”
“Will you just get over there?”
Dressed in black jeans and a hoodie, Elliot quickly walks over, unlocks the front door, and goes inside. Downstairs is still in a state of disarray, with boxes still to be unpacked. Elliot goes upstairs, the first bedroom is again just full of boxes. Then he comes to Kate and Monty’s room. A beautiful big super king bed with everything unpacked. He starts to go through the drawers and wardrobes. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Kate has a shitload of high heels, but that isn’t so unusual for a woman.
Just then, his mobile buzzed, a text from Grandad reads ‘She’s back!’ Elliot then hears the front door and voices. ‘Fuck’, they hadn’t thought this part through. He couldn’t leave, there was no way of getting out. He decided to hide under the bed and hope whoever was there would go back out again soon.
A feeling of dread fills Elliot’s beating heart as he cowers under the bed and hears the bedroom door open. He pulls his hood over his head and pushes back under the bed as far as he can go. Kate is closely followed by a man, which Elliot assumes is Monty.
“So, Jaime. What to see my new heels?” Kate asks.
Ok, it wasn’t Monty. Maybe Grandad was right after all.
Kate pulls out a pair of designer black pointed-toe, rhinestone embellished, ankle strap pumps with a pointy stiletto heel. She sits on the bed and kicks off her suede work heels. Her naked feet are a bit clammy after being encased in the heels. As she sits cross-legged, she wiggles her dark green pedicured feet. Jamie kneels and smells her toes.
Elliot peers through his hood. He isn’t a foot guy but could not help but admire Kate’s feet, perfectly even toes, enough veins and wriggles to be sexy.
Kate hands Jamie the designer heels. He slowly slips her feet in and does up the straps. He admires her graceful, sexy footwear. It shows off her heel and Achilles.
Jamie is a medium-height guy with glasses and brown hair. He gets up and takes off his clothes. Completely naked, he then kneels back at Kate’s feet. He is already turned on as his hard cock swings between his legs.
Elliot cringes as the view had suddenly got worse, and he couldn’t help but look at Elliott’s bell-end dangling in front of him.
Jamie moves forward and plants little kisses on the back of Kate’s feet.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she purrs.
His kisses move over her instep and the leather of her heel. He then goes to the other foot and gives it the same attention. His hand runs up her bare legs and caresses her knees as his tongue licks the skin of her ankle.
He slaps her feet with his cock, depositing pre-cum on her instep and her leather heels.
Jamie then slowly takes off the shoes he had eloquently not long put on. Kate’s feet are exposed again, Jamie pulls her toes up to his nose and smells the fresh leather from her new shoes. He slowly sucks her big. She moves her other foot up to his face and rubs it all over.
Kate drops one foot down to Jamie’s groin, rubbing her sole along his dick. She wraps her feet around his shaft and rubs her feet up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Jamie exclaims.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“I want to feel your warm cum explode over me. I want to feel your dribble slide between my toes,” Kate says, smiling.
“Fuck!”
Soon, Jamie is erupting as Kate pumps his cock. She watches his semen cascade all over her feet and glue her toes together. He isn’t done and semen keeps coming, smothering her feet.
“Wow, that’s an impressive load, Jamie,” Kate says, watching his jizz dripping off her toes.
Jamie gets up and sits on the bed. Kate wraps her arms around her legs as cum drips on the floor. Pleased with his handy work, Jamie cleans her up with a wipe.
“Shit, I didn’t realise the time. I need to get back to work,” Kate says, suddenly jumping up.
“Let me clean the floor,” Jamie says, looking at his deposits.
“No time, I’ll do it later. Just get dressed,” Kate says, putting on her sensible work heels.
She ushers Jamie out of the house and through the front door.
Elliot lays stiff. He thought they were never going to leave. He couldn’t believe Jamie hadn’t seen him. Luckily, he was mesmerised by Kate’s feet.
Elliot now had another problem. There was no way of getting out from under the bed without going forward and the floor in front of him was covered in semen. He shuffles towards the mess and slides out. He feels his hoodie mop up most of the jiz. Elliot dances around the room, distinguished by what he has down him. Without thinking, he runs his hands down his top, now his fingers are sticky. He dashes to the bathroom and washes his hands.
On the bathroom floor, he notices a business card with ‘Miss Sexy Feet’ written on it. He picks it up and puts it in his pocket and rushes downstairs, he needs to get out before someone else comes home. He stops as he gets to the bottom of the stairs. Kate is going to know someone was here, when she goes to clean the floor and finds the semen gone. It could have dried, of course, but he didn’t want to leave it to chance.
To avoid rousing any suspicion, Elliot goes back into the bedroom, he finds Kate’s underwear drawer he pulls out a small pair of panties and starts sniffing them; he imagines her pussy nestled in them. He holds them up to his face and undoes his jeans. Pulling out his cock, he starts wanking off as his nostrils fill with the smell of silk undies. He sees the designer heels she wore earlier and stuffs the panties inside one and holds the heel up to his nose. It is quite a combination of smells. He starts to cum and shoots his load on the same point as Jamie. It looked good enough as he finishes shaking his dick. He puts the underwear and heels back, goes downstairs again and this time makes it outside.