You began rubbing her nyloned feet, making the teacher moan with delight.
"That's a good boy," she teased, "I have been walking on my feet all month," she then began to do some paperwork on her desk, ignoring you.
Actually she might have expected something as seemingly innocent as this to be done right there unless you requested to do it later, but you felt that you had to say something. You watch with bated breath as she gracefully slides her right leg over her left, her right shin resting on her right knee so that the sole of her foot faced you.
"Wait a minute," you watched as she suddenly began to slip off her nylons. She then gave her pretty, sweaty barefeet back to you. "There we are, much better
You stared, helplessly at this woman's feet, rubbing them. You could sit there, either unsure about making your mind up or waiting for your chance to do something else, or perhaps you just want to admire her foot for now as she helps you study.
"See something you like?" asked the teacher. She was staring at you; you had been caught.
"Me... uh- No ma'am! I was just..." you try to tell her, but she didn't buy it. she had you just where she wanted you.
"Don't play games with me, young man," she said. She then gave you a seductive smile. "Kiss my foot!"
"What?!" you were shocked.
"Well, go on!" she ordered, "If you don't want to get in trouble, you better do as I say!" You did as you were told and kissed both of her feet, right on the balls of them. "Excellent," she snickered to herself.
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