It’s been just over 15 minutes of driving and you think you should be approaching where Ms. Powers lives. You can’t believe you are going to see her again so soon and the reason why is even less believable. You turned off your phone as soon as you left, to prevent Shelly from trying to call you or track your location. You’ve got a semi hard on just thinking about where you’re going and how you may see her, but you try to hide it and make it go away so you don’t embarrass yourself.
You pull up and it’s a reasonably sized brick home with nice flower beds and what appears to be candlelight flickering from the windows. It’s a rainy night, so you pull your jacket up around you and make a run for the door. You knock and it takes a moment but the door opens and time stops. There stands Ms. Powers, in the same nylons she had worn all day while teaching, and a luxurious looking patterned satin robe. Her dark hair is down but her makeup is perfect, with ruby red lipstick.
She’s completely confused to see you, but she does recognize you from class and gestures for you to come in out of the rain. As soon as you’re through the door, you start talking, trying not to let yourself be distracted by her appearance when all you want to do is worship her lovely nylons legs and feet.
“Ms. Powers I’m so sorry to barge in and I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was really important.” You say, a bit out of breath.
“How did you even find where I live? Did the school tell you or something? I swear I need to…”She starts to appear frustrated, but you interject: “Kelsey sent me. She’s worried that her sister, my girlfriend Shelly, wants to use girl power to control people and torture them.”
Ms. Powers’ whole mood changes, and she walks from the entry to the sitting room just beside it. She reclines on a chaise and lifts her legs up to cross them, her feet now pointing right at you . You can see her thinking about what this may mean as your eyes dart between her nylons and her face. “Is she sure? Do you agree with her based on what you know of Shelly?”
You become a little exasperated and blurt out, “I don’t know whether any of this is true! I don’t know what this weird girl power thing is supposed to be, I don’t…”
“Hey!” She interrupts you with a snap of her fingers. She has your undivided attention immediately. She points to her feet and your eyes follow and are locked on them. “Do you want these?” She asked, knowingly.
“Yes.” You say, and immediately fall to your knees and crawl to bury your nose in her nylon toes.
“That is girl power Johnny. But I didn’t tell you what to do, and I would never use it to manipulate you or anybody.” You’re barely listening as you take in big breaths of her sweaty scent from a long day of teaching. This is a dream come true and there’s no hiding or holding back your boner.
“I just have a foot and sock and nylon fetish, there’s nothing mystical or magical about this.” You manage to argue as you trace your nose up and down her arches.
“Sure… and I’m just a normal substitute teacher…” She say sarcastically, as she swings her feet out over the edge of the chaise. You instinctively lay down on the floor facing up and she lowers her nylon feet to perfectly cover your face. It’s an assault on your erotic senses like you’ve never experienced. You can’t tell if seconds or hours are passing by but you feel in a greater state of bliss than you ever have before, and your cock is twitching in your pants. The electric feelings coursing through every part of your body are too strong, and you bust a huge load in your pants, completely hands free and with no stimulation besides the feet on your face.
You lay there gasping as she removes her feet, and looks down at you. “See now that is the responsible way to use girl power. Wasn’t that satisfying?”
You’re panting for air but manage to gasp out, “That was the greatest thing I’ve felt in my whole life.”
“I know sport,” she says, verging on being patronizing. “That can be your world if we find a way to make Shelly use girl power in the way it was intended. If we don’t, just imagine how she could use this power to edge, tease, deny, milk, and torture you! Not to mention all the other girls she would indoctrinate. We need to stop her, and I can only do it with your help.”
“How could I possibly help you?” You say, still laying there all the way on the ground looking up at her.
“You know her in ways nobody else does. You know what makes her tick, personally and sexually. We need to get inside her head and make her understand that girl power could destroy this whole town if she has a bunch of girls using it to get their way.”
You’re stunned into silence, so you both sit and ponder how you may accomplish this.
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