I
dream of Ala
© Pierre
Bougie 2004
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The other day I visited the
Ala's feet website. What a lovely lady indeed! I love mature
looking women as they seem self assured and somewhat can impose
their views to others. Not that I am any sort of submissive
male, but I am not the macho man type either. I like to have
things go about equal in a relationship, preferring an open
dialog so that each person gets what he or she likes best.
But with Ala, I have this feeling that I could easily let her
take control and do whatever she wanted with me, as long as
she would let me play with her sexy nylon feet! Gosh do I love
those tootsies of hers… Her toes are so nice, her high
arch and round fleshy heel make my cock spring to attention
the minute she sheds her high heels. And from the photos I have
seen on her site that day, I can tell you she is the queen of
dangling and shoe play!
I was getting aroused while going over her sets of photos when
my wife yelled at me and told me I should be heading for bed,
since I needed to get up early the next morning. So I reluctantly
shut down the PC and headed for the bathroom and then master
bedroom for a good night's sleep. When I hit the mattress and
put my head on the pillow, I slowly drifted off in that secondary
state, while my mind was still with Ala's wonderful nylon clad
feet…
For some reason I get up some time later, put my shirt and jeans
on, put my slippers on my feet and go outside for some fresh
air in this warm and humid night. I nonchalantly walk down the
street until I realize I am no more on my block… I turn
back but don't recognize any of the buildings that surround
me.
I quickly find myself in front of this unknown house, and the
front door is wide open… The light fills the living room
and a soft music is playing in the background. I am so curious
that I walk towards the door and call out:
- "Hello…? Anyone here?"
Silence, except for the music that is still playing. I dare
step inside and walk slowly towards the living room, closing
the door behind me. When I pass by the corner of the entrance
hall, I am stunned by what I see…! There is a one place
but wide modern seat on the wall to my right and my jaw falls
open when I see who is seated on it: Ala herself! She is smiling
at me. She is seated sideways, both her feet resting on the
seat itself. One of her high heel platform sandals is off, lying
on its side on the white leather and she is now removing the
second shoe off her nylon foot by dragging her heel backwards
against the green armrest. 
Ala's sexy charcoal dress is lifted way up over her stocking
tops and I clearly see that those are black full fashion nylons
from the typical shape of the reinforcement that partially hides
her lovely toes, but also from the back seam that I can make
out on the rear of left thigh.
The straps of the right sandal are unbuckled and the shoe is
half-off, with Ala's lovely digits out the front of the open-toe
vamp. She is holding onto it with the help of her shoeless nylon
foot as the straps are jammed against her high arch. 
I love the raspberry color of her nicely painted toenails as
I admire them through the darker nylon tips of those magnificent
stockings…
Ala lifts her left foot up and the sandal remains on the armrest
because the strap is stuck under her right foot. 
She doesn't say a word, but I see in her smile that she would
like me to caress her feet. But as I come closer, she slips
the sandal off and places it on the seat before she offers her
right foot to me in a way that invites me to bow and try to
land a kiss on those hosed feet… 
My nose is so close that I can easily smell the musk scent of
her warm tootsie… As my lips land a soft kiss to the top
side of her stretched toes, I feel my cock instantly grow like
it has never grown before… Gosh it is so hard! I am totally
turned on and need to fondle myself. It feels too tight in my
blue jeans and the pressure is so great… I quickly lower
the front zipper and bring that stiff rod out of its prison…
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