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{Title should be ‘The Perils (And Perks) Of House-sitting’ but it doesn’t fit}
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It’s often said that no good deed goes unpunished.
But then, it’s highly doubtful that whoever coined that phrase in the first place
was thinking of anything close to what happened to Dana.
About a month ago, she’d been asked by Rosie- one of her closest friends, if she’d mind house-sitting for her while the other woman went away on business. The other woman would be gone for about three weeks and wanted someone trustworthy to keep an eye on her place until she got back.
Dana, being a good friend, immediately said yes, and prepared for three relatively simple weeks.
And if that’s how things had gone, then perhaps she’d never have wound up where she did.
She arrived at Rosie’s place not long after her friend’s departure and came and went a fair number of times while she was gone. Dana watered her plants, kept the place tidy, and made sure to lock up whenever she left, more or less doing her duties as house-sitter.
At least, that’s how it would appear from the outside. No one save for her knew what else was going on behind the closed doors of Rosie’s apartment.
Or so she’d thought.
However, about a week after had Rosie returned home, Dana received a text asking her to come over right away. This in and of itself wasn’t all that strange- the two of them hung out fairly regularly, and at first she assumed that’s precisely what this was. A normal hang-out between friends.
Then she walked into the apartment and noticed Rosie sitting at her kitchen table nursing a cup of tea, her laptop open in front of her and a fairly serious expression plastered on the other woman’s face.
“Sit down,” she said firmly, and Dana did so, quite unsure of what was happening. Her confusion was only increased when Rosie uttered the four words that no one ever wished to hear from anyone else.
“We need to talk.”
Dana gulped but waited to see just what Rosie had to tell her. Had she done something wrong? Forgotten to put something important back? Perhaps she had missed a package delivery or something like that? She didn’t believe so and, as far as she knew, no one had broken into the apartment while she’d been keeping an eye on it either. Things were as they were supposed to be, so what was the matter?
A moment later, Rosie turned the laptop around, and all the color drained from her friends’ face.
On the screen was a still from a video.
A still of her.
Holding one of Rosie’s stiletto heels in her hand.
And pressing it against her face.
“Earlier this year,” Rosie continued, her tone unchanging, “There was a break-in in the building, and the landlord suggested everyone pick up security cameras just in case it happened again… So I did… I meant to tell you about them before I left, but now? I’m glad I didn’t.”
Rosie pressed a button, beginning a veritable slideshow of Dana seated by the front door amongst her friends rather vast collection of footwear, her face continually pressed against the myriad of shoes, heels, flip-flops and boots. Sniffing them, licking them, and outright worshipping them. And with each new image that flicked across the screen, Dana grew redder and redder.
She was beyond embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed, but above all that, she was also curious. After all, Rosie could have easily texted her the photos or called her up to call her out for such actions. She didn’t need to show her the evidence in person- there were far quicker ways to end a friendship than this.
Which meant, unless she simply wanted to watch her stew before tearing her a new one face-to-face, Dana surmised that there was something else going on here.
And there was.
The thing was, Rosie hadn’t been all that surprised when she’d gone through the weeks’ worth of security footage and saw just how often her friend had indulged herself in all the footwear. She’d been more than a little suspicious for quite some time now- noting the times when Dana would comment on her choice of shoe or boot when they were together, or whenever the other woman’s gaze would linger just a bit too long when she’d show off her escort bursa latest pedicure.
Granted, she’d assumed Dana was simply envious of her feet as well as her expansive collection of footwear and figured at best she might catch her wearing them while she was away. And to a degree, she’d been correct. Just not in where the other woman had chosen to ‘wear’ them.
So yes, she’d had an inkling that her friend had some special interest where her feet were concerned. She simply hadn’t had the confirmation.
Until now.
Again, it wasn’t as if she’d planned this. Rosie hadn’t set a trap to find out what Dana’s predilection towards her feet and footwear was, but she’d be lying if she said she’d been shocked at what awaited her. The added fact that, on more than one occasion, the other woman had seemingly wandered into the bathroom- the only room in the apartment without cameras, was further proof of her… particular interest.
Rosie didn’t need a camera to know exactly what Dana had been doing in there.
“So,” she continued, turning the laptop back around and fixing her gaze firmly on her still rather nervous friend. “You’re a bit of a foot slut, aren’t you?”
Dana’s eyes widened. She’d known Rosie for years, and in that time it had never crossed her mind that the other woman had much knowledge of the more, esoteric side of sexuality. As far as she knew, Rosie wasn’t kinky or anything- other than her clear bisexuality, and beyond that had always seemed like one of the more innocent people in their circle of friends.
That said, it wasn’t as if foot fetishes were some unknown thing. While still slightly taboo, and certainly not discussed in polite company all that much, people were well aware that they were a thing.
Even someone like Rosie it would seem.
And she’d pegged Dana as one right away.
There really was no reason to lie- with all those pictures and the videos they came from, she didn’t exactly have a leg to stand on. Better to be honest and hope for the best.
“Yes,” Dana said softly, her embarrassment still on full display. “I love women’s feet. The look, the taste, the scent…And yours are so much cuter than mine, I couldn’t help myself…”
Rosie nodded. “I thought so… Although I never expected you to sniff my shoes and boots like some kind of addict.”
Dana sighed. It honestly hadn’t been her intent in the slightest. In fact, for the first few days of her house-sitting duty, she’d tried her best to ignore the shoe rack by the front door. But as the days dragged on, the temptation grew too strong to resist, and like any addict worth their salt, she told herself she was only going to partake of them one time.
Then one time became two. Which soon became three. And before she knew it, the whole thing became some sort of ritual. She would arrive at Rosie’s apartment, make sure the door and windows were still locked up tight and everything was where it had been the day before. Then she would drop to the floor and grab hold of one of the many shoes on display so as to indulge herself in the lingering traces of her friends’ foot scent.
The fact that so much of it remained- Rosie tended to wear the same ones over and over and over, spurred her on further. Dana wanted to take in as much of the sweet aroma as she could before it faded away for good and, much to her delight, it managed to last nearly the entire time Rosie had been away.
Of course, even without admitting it aloud, Dana had a feeling her friend knew she’d done more than simply sniff. The rest of the ‘ritual’ included toddling over to the bathroom to play with her by then dripping pussy until she came from the scent and taste of Rosie’s shoes.
Even so, she felt terrible and wanted to apologize for such a blatant act of disrespect. To explain herself in such a way that wouldn’t paint her in as perverted a light as reality clearly did based on all the pictures the other woman had saved for this occasion. But there was nothing she could say. Rosie knew precisely what she’d done- had watched countless hours of footage of her doing it, and all she could do was wait and see what her friend chose to do with that knowledge.
Oddly bursa otele gelen escort enough, it wasn’t what she’d expected at all.
“I want to see you do it,” Rosie said matter-of-factly. “Right now.”
Dana’s jaw dropped. She stared at her friend as Rosie kicked off the boots she was wearing- a pair of black leather ankle-high ones she was more familiar with than she’d care to admit, and pushed them towards her.
Slowly, she picked one of them up with shaking hands and brought it up to her face as she had a dozen or more times before. And once she did…
Once she held it over her mouth and nose, and the fresh scent of Rosie’s gorgeous feet washed over her, a groan slipped out from Dana’s lips. The situation she’d now found herself in no longer seemed to matter- she was doing something she so thoroughly enjoyed, and Rosie was watching her do it the entire time.
The other woman’s eyes never left her, simply drinking in the sight of her friend with one of her boots held over her face, sniffing it like her life depended on it. Rosie was utterly fascinated by the act occurring across the table from her- seeing it on the screen had been one thing, seeing it in person was something altogether different. And the fact that Dana had been so willing to do so…
“Oh my,” Rosie giggled, her voice shaky. “You’re a real slut for them, aren’t you?”
Without a word, Dana nodded her head, not moving the boot in the slightest so as to make sure both it and the scent within it remained firmly over her mouth and nose. She was barely even aware Rosie was still sitting there, so focused was she on the task at hand- as well as the growing dampness in her panties, that the rest of the world may as well no longer exist.
But it did, and in that world, Rosie found herself getting more and more turned on by the second.
Unbeknownst to her friend, Rosie was quite kinky- having topped several of her boyfriends over the years, but never a woman. Let alone one of her best friends. The idea of doing so had never crossed her mind- not that she didn’t find Dana attractive, just that she never thought such a thing would ever come to pass. And yet watching her friend indulge in this particular fetish was slowly stoking her own flames of desire, and pushing her ever closer to doing something she’d always wanted to do.
Dominate another woman.
Not in full-on black leather with a whip and handcuffs style- although she did have a pair of those in her closet she’d used more times than she could count, but in a far simpler sense of the word. She had gently asked Dana to sniff her boot, and the other woman had done so without question.
Which meant it was time to take things up a notch.
“Mmm, enough of that you dirty little slut,” Rosie said, reaching out to forcibly pull the boot from Dana’s face, much to her chagrin. “My other boot needs attention as well, doesn’t it?”
Dana picked up the second boot from the floor and prepared herself to do the same as she’d done with the first, but Rosie had other plans. “Lick it… Lick it like you did while I was away. I want to see your tongue move across it like the desperate, hungry foot slut you are.”
Odd as it was to hear her friend say such a thing, Dana didn’t dare argue. Holding the boot closer to her lips, her tongue slipped out and began its slow journey across the familiar territory of cool black leather, moving from toe to shaft then heel to sole and back again. She took her time, making sure not to miss a spot, all the while her pussy continued to practically leak like never before.
Even without thinking about it, she quickly began to understand why. It was one thing partaking of Rosie’s shoes and boots on their own, but to do so while the other woman was there as well- let alone her commanding her to do so? That was something else entirely, and seemingly something she’d been aching to experience.
And she wasn’t alone.
Rosie’s eyes were practically locked on Dana’s tongue as it moved along her boot, and for the first time ever, her mind reeled with thoughts of what else that tongue could do. She’d been with women before, and it had been all bursa merkez escort well and good, but something told her Dana would put them all to shame. She may never have considered it before- they were friends, nothing more, but now?
Now she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Or what else she could get Dana to do.
Her hand slipped past her waistband, making a beeline for her own rather damp pussy, and as she watched Dana’s tongue work her fingers began to do a little work of their own. Sliding past her lips and rubbing her clit for all it was worth, all the while imagining it was Dana doing the deed.
“Fuck,” she whispered… “I want you to sniff that one too…”
Dana didn’t need to be told twice, but much to her shock, Rosie stood up and moved her chair so it was beside her, and while one hand continued to play with her pussy, the other slipped into Dana’s pants and began to do the same to her own soaking cunt.
The sensation of the other woman’s fingers gently teasing her swollen lips was incredible, and Dana pressed the boot against her face, filling her senses with a second round of tantalizing foot scent. The fact that she could see Rosie playing with herself as well, her eyes flickering open and closed in a vain attempt to keep an eye on her whilst also feeling the growing pleasure begin to pour out… This was insane, but she was not going to complain about it.
Rosie’s moans grew louder, and Dana let several of her own slip out, though hers were silenced by the boot still held firmly against her face. Never before had she ever thought she’d been in a situation like this one, and now that she was, she was desperate to make it last as long as she could.
But it wasn’t easy.
With Rosie’s fingers continuing to go to town on both their pussies, spurred onward by the sight of Dana with the boot still pressed against her face, it was clear to both of them that things between them had to change. There was simply no way they could go on as they had before. Not after this.
“Mmm,” Rosie groaned, an echo of the ones slipping out of Dana, “That’s it… Sniff my boot… Smell my foot scent like the good little slut that you are…”
The more she spoke, the hotter Dana grew, and she knew it was only a matter of time before Rosie got them both off.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered in between moans… “I’m gonna cum so hard Rosie…”
She struggled to keep the boot on her face, shivers beginning to course through her body as Rosie’s fingers slipped in and out of her slick, wet, pussy. She was so close, and so was the other woman.
“Do it, baby,” Rosie moaned…. “Cum for me…”
That was all Dana needed to hear. Rosie’s fingers moved along hers and Dana’s dripping cunts in sync, and within a matter of seconds both of them exploded, their juices pouring out and soaking their panties like never before. Rosie didn’t dare stop, even as her body convulsed with pleasure, and she felt Dana’s body do the same.
As both of them started to come down, Dana moved the boot off her face and stared at Rosie. The other woman was as red as her, although neither one was the slightest bit embarrassed. No, they’d both experienced something new, something incredible, and something they both knew would need to be repeated.
Without a word, she placed the boot on the floor beside its twin and, much to Rosie’s surprise, took the other woman’s arm and gently pulled her hand out of her pants. Dana brought Rosie’s hand to her lips and licked her own juices off the well-manicured fingers like it was the most normal thing in the world.
And if Rosie had her way, it most definitely would be.
“I think,” the other woman said softly, her breaths shallow as the full extent of her orgasm began to face. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”
Dana nodded with a smile. “I think so too.”
Then she stood up on shaky legs, and pulled Rosie to her feet, her hand wrapping around the other woman’s still-glistening fingers. Gently, she helped her step into her boots, and once they were back on, Dana winked at her friend and followed her down the hallway. To the only room she hadn’t dared enter while Rosie had been away.
Her bedroom.
And as the two ladies shut the door behind them, Dana knew one thing for certain.
She would happily house-sit for Rosie again.
Something she doubted the other woman would have a problem with.
But that would have to wait. In the meantime, they had quite a bit to discuss.
And even more to enjoy.
Dana was looking forward to all of it.
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