Karen, My School Teacher Part 2

Her other foot came up on the sofa. Now she had both of her feet by my thighs. My eyes followed every step of her nylon feet.

“Do I have pretty feet, Brian? He-he!”

I was in total shock. My heart was beating like hell. She is my biggest crush ever, and god who knows how many times I thought about her pantyhose legs and feet while I play with my little cock.

“Sorry, this is too weird, talking with you, about my pantyhose fetish!”

She rubbed her pantyhose feet together. I could hear her nylon feet. Oh my god, they are so amazing looking.

She asked again. “Brian, does your teacher have some pretty feet?”

“OK. OK OK. I’ll tell you. But don't tell anyone about this ever. And please don't laugh!”

She downed the last of the wine. “It’s only myself and my cat. Who would I tell it to?”

Here it goes. “Yes Karen, you got some pretty feet. Very pretty feet!”

She laughed “Ha-ha...very pretty feet. What do you mean?” But before I could even answer “I think we need something stronger to drink then this! What about whiskey?”

What now? She wants to drink more? For what? So she can humiliate me? But I was too curious about where this was going. And maybe I started to get bit tipsy as well.

“Ehmm yeah. Sure, I guess!”

She went to get 2 whiskey glasses and bottle of whiskey. She placed the bottle and glasses on the table “Pour some up for us!”

I did as I was told. Then she put some more quiet music on, still jazz. Sounded very nice, but a bit romantic too. What was this about?

She sat back down on the sofa. She sipped her whiskey and looked at me. “Now Brian. You said I’ve got very pretty feet. What is that all about?”

I was still embarrassed by all this.

“I don't know. Pretty feet!”

One of her nylon feet came back on the sofa again. She wiggled her nylon toes for me again. “Come on, tell me. What does it mean to have very pretty feet, Brian?” Now she started stretching and pointing her pantyhose foot. Oh my god, I can't stand this.

“OK. I’ll tell you all about it. Hold on. Ok?” I drank all the whiskey in my glass. “OK. I'm ready!” I breathed in and then out. “Yeah, you have very pretty feet. What I mean is, the perfect feet! I also call them angel feet!”