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Authors name: Anonymous (an45791@anon.penet.fi)
Story title : Stacy's Halloween Helper
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STACY'S HALLOWEEN HELPER (M/f-teen, foot-fetish)
by Anonymous (an45791@anon.penet.fi)
October 1993
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"Boy are you excited," Stacy's sister told the 15-year-
old. "You weren't even half that excited when you used
to do trick-or-treating."
"Com'on, going to a cool party beats knocking on doors
anytime," replied the girl, busy with her make-up.
"Besides, it's my first grown-up party."
Her sister laughed. "Don't get too drunk though. I'm
supposed to be babysitting you."
Stacy smiled, and put on her sister's nurse uniform.
That is, it had been until one day last month when it
got washed improperly and had shrunk; now Stacy claimed
it as her Halloween costume. It was a bit short even
for her, with the hemline at mid-thigh.
"Hurry up," said her sister, handing her a pair of
white pantyhose. "Or you'll miss the party."
"Don't worry! I'll get there on time, haven't you ever
heard the phrase fashionably late?"
She sat on her bed, and carefully gathered the nylons
around her thumbs. She then delicately put her left
foot in the pantyhose, and pulled it up her calf. Then
she did the same with the right foot. She stood up and
slowly pulled the nylons up until her thighs and groin
were neatly wrapped in the sheer white pantyhose.
Dropping her skirt, she went to find her sister to
borrow her new shoes.
She picked her sister's 3-inch red pumps. "Nurses don't
wear red shoes," said her sister. "Besides, you've
never worn high heels before."
"But I like these!" Stacy stubbornly protested. She
grabbed the pumps and went back to her room. Putting
them in from of her full-length mirror, she cautiously
stepped into the shoes, making sure she does not lose
her balance. After all, this is her first time wearing
high heels.
She looked at the mirror. She thought that she looked
like every man's fantasy nurse - a neat cape on top of
her wavy shoulder-length brown hair, a beautiful face,
budding breasts, a nicely curved body, and very shapely
legs. The red size 8 heels accented her well-formed
calves, the part of her body she's the most proud of.
Since she was a little girl she had insisted on wearing
a skirt and tights. Now that she was a young woman, she
was going to insist on wearing high heels.
"If you want to seduce the boys with those gams, we
better get going," prompted her sister. Stacy picked up
her purse and followed, carefully planting every step.
The party was only a few blocks away, so they walked.
Stacy struggled with her balance.
"How are the high heels Stace?" asked her sister,
smiling.
"Wobbly," Stacy replied, "but I'm getting the hang of
it."
Unfortunately the party was not the best experience for
Stacy. Everyone was dead drunk in no time, and she was
the youngest one there, so she got little attention.
Even worse, her sister had become seriously
intoxicated, and had disappeared in one of the upstairs
bedrooms with her boyfriend Fred. Stacy just wanted to
go home.
She left the party alone around midnight. The street
was deserted. The children had finished trick-or-
treating and the adults were all at parties like the
one she'd just left. The night wind was also getting
nippy, so she hurried her steps.
As she approached the intersection the light was
turning red. A car was coming from a distance, but she
figured she could make it. The car raced past her as
she reached the other side of the road. While she
smiled to herself at her luck, her left foot caught in
a hole in the sidewalk. She fell down hard on to the
pavement.
"You all right?" a heavily accented voice asked, while
a pair of hands helped her up. "I'm fine thanks," she
replied. But when she tried to walk - ouch! - An
intense pain jolted from her ankle. She stumbled into
the hands.
"Miss you twist ankle. Me can help," said the voice,
leading her into the entranceway of a government
building on the corner. Stacy nodded, keeping her eyes
on the road.
The man helped her sit down on the step edging. The
place was brightly lit even though the offices are
closed, at the expense of the taxpayers. Stacy was now
able to see her helper: he was Oriental, possibly
Chinese, in his early 20's. He wore thick black glasses
and had a calculator in his breast pocket. Must be an
exchange university student, Stacy thought.
The man knelt in front of her, and picked up her left
foot. "Me know Chinese muscle medicine can help ankle
no pain," he said in halting English. Stacy smiled. He
then carefully took off her shoe, making sure her ankle
was stable. Slowly he massaged her foot and ankle,
starting with one hand and exchanging hands
periodically. Stacy felt very relaxed and refreshed;
she closed her eyes and moaned softly in pleasure.
She soon lost track of all time; she was simply in
paradise. After a while, the pain eased and the man
slowly placed her foot down. "Jump and run bad for hurt
ankle." said the man.
"Thank you." Stacy replied, opening her eyes. Then the
man blushed and said, "Miss has very pretty leg and
foot. In Chinese culture foot and leg prettiness very
important."
Stacy then remembered she had once read that ancient
China women were required to bundle up their feet since
infancy, because small feet were considered to be
beautiful. Apparently the appreciation of the lower
appendages persisted even after the abolition of the
practice. For this man, at least, as Stacy noticed the
bulge in his pants. This made her a little nervous. But
she was intrigued that she had caused this in an adult
man and without really thinking about where she was
going with it, said, "I liked your massage. Can you
give one to this foot too?" Slipping off her right shoe
and stroking the bulge in the man's pants with her
right foot. She also hiked up her skirt, revealing her
pantyhose wanting to torment him a little longer.
The man simply couldn't believe his fortune. It was
actually better than a fortune, for you can't find this
kind of experience in a cookie. Fighting to retain his
composure, he gently squeezed Stacy's right foot in one
hand while the other caressed her calf. She moaned and
breathed a little faster.
He then proceeded to stroke her toes, one by one,
giving each his fullest attention. Bringing her foot up
to his nose, he smelled deeply the moist nylon. While
nibbling on her heel, his hand slowly traveled up her
leg until he reached the top of her thigh. Then it
moved back, massaging her thigh, knee, leg, and foot.
Next he lowered her leg to his lap and repeated the
treatment with both hands.
Now very excited Stacy pulled down her pantyhose and
white panty to mid-thigh, while her finger stroked her
clit through her panties. She also took hold of the
oriental man's pant zipper with her free toes and
pulled it down. Wiggling her foot she freed his penis
and balls from the inside. (Vaguely surprised that the
man hadn't been wearing underwear)
Playing with is inflated penis, fascinated by his
nervous reaction to her attentions, she slipped his
cock between her big and second toe and rhythmically
tugged at it. This turned on him even more, and his
prick grew to its full length.
Gradually they both accelerated the rhythm; Stacy's
clit stroking and prick tugging, the man's leg
massaging, and both their breathing grow ragged.
Finally with a little squeal Stacy had an intense
orgasm, feminine juices spurted; at the same moment the
man shot his load all over her nylon-clad leg. At first
she was shocked at the sight of a man's orgasm, but
soon she was smoothing his cum around on her leg while
looking into his widening eyes, and wiped off his messy
cock with her foot.
The man had to catch his breath. Finally he whispered,
"Thank you Miss, me never have so good foot sex
before." he panted.
"I have heard of how rare it is to find a man who
really knows how to treat a lady's feet, but I just met
one." Stacy complimented.
He helped her get up. Although her ankle was not
hurting anymore, she decided wisely against wearing the
high heels. Before she said goodbye, however, she took
off her pantyhose and gave it to the man. "I love you."
she said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed.
Then she picked up her pumps and limped off home,
leaving the stunned man standing there, pantyhose in
hand.
**
A group of students in a university in China held a
secret meeting to discuss starting an underground group
advocating democracy and freedom. Despite having to
constantly look out for police, the meeting was very
productive. Finally one last issue had to be resolved.
"We need symbol for our movement," was the general
consensus, "Like a Goddess of Liberty."
One student pulled out a velvet box. "I a have good
symbol." He opened the box and everyone was astonished
with what was inside. It was a pair of sheer white,
cum-stained pantyhose.
**Happy Halloween**
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