More in Common than Expected

Just as Helen nervously took her keys out of her pocket, the surreality of it all really dawned on her. She quickly glanced at Elsa's young brown-skinned face, and her warm, charming smile and the anticipation in her dark brown eyes hardly made the situation feel more real.

She fumbled a little with the keys before the door to her house opened. It was definitely not very big, but it was her own, and without the inheritance she received she couldn't have afforded it on her gym manager salary. After her daughter moved out she decided she'd not sell it, but sometimes asked herself what a 46 year old single (well, almost, as her open relationship with Jessica had seen better days) woman needed all that space for.

"This really is beautiful" Elsa commented on the interior of the open plan as they entered. "Cozy... and these make me feel welcome!" she said with a wink, pointing to the African painting and the few African handicraft figurines on a shelf.

Helen knew what Elsa meant of course, though she assumed that Elsa could tell that those were West African and not Eritrean like Elsa. Still, she was glad that she had them there, signalling in at least some small way that she was open-minded and not the stereotypical prejudiced white lady.

Elsa sat down on the comfy wide and deep cotton sofa. She had expected to feel nervous and tense, but to her own astonishment she felt none of that, only excitement about what was bound to happen. She thought that her lack of nervousness didn't make sense, or did it? She had been a regular at the gym for a few months, and often Helen was there. Gradually they had gotten more acquainted. The vibe between them was warm and cheerful already from their first short exchange of words, and over time the flirty dimension in it all grew more and more open and obvious. Her friends had noticed and teased her about it:

"Yo Elsa, look! Your MILF is here!"

"Girl you need to wake up, you're 18 and she's what, 50??"

"She's 46" Elsa shyly pointed out.

"Oh yeah, sorry, MAJOR difference, my bad!", the sarcasm unmistakable.

Helen went to the fridge and asked Elsa what she wanted to drink. She knew it would be something cold, considering that this summer day was a bit hotter than most. After the gym workout they had together and the short walk from the gym to Helen's home, they were both hot and really sweaty, as Helen had insisted they'd shower at her house. Elsa had agreed even though Helen felt her own argument in favour of it was flimsy, and Helen knew her arousal was to blame for that.

Just a few weeks ago at the gym, Helen had finally mustered up the courage to check Elsa's response to her main turn-on. It was a big thing for her, she knew many think it's weird and she didn't want to drop the ball by turning Elsa off. Much was at stake: it was fifteen years since she had - briefly - been with a Black woman last, though Black women was a real turn-on for her. Also, she had never been with a girl so much younger than herself before, though teen porn had been her fav type for jilling off for some years now. Adding to that, Elsa was short, about 4 feet 10; another huge turn-on for Helen, who was not much taller herself, 5 feet 2. Being so short, Elsa consequently had Helen's main turn-on: small feet! But that also posed a make-or-break moment for Helen: what if Elsa would think of her as a weirdo?

Sitting on the sofa, Elsa's eyes followed Helen's body as she moved about in the kitchen area. She was still in awe of the great shape Helen was in, especially considering her age. Helen had some grey hairs in her long brown hair, and to her own surprise Elsa thought it was kind of sexy that she hadn't dyed the grey away. Elsa felt her feet were getting a bit too warm and her socks were getting damp with sweat, but just as she bent down to take off her trainers Helen said:

"Wait, leave them on for a bit, please."

This didn't really come as a surprise to Elsa as she remembered that time a few weeks ago when Helen had come up to her when she was fixing something with her trainer and had taken it off, sitting by herself.

"Wow, you really have small feet!" Helen had said, "What size do you have?".

"3.5 usually, sometimes 4, US size".

Helen looked at Elsa's socked foot and said "I guessed something like that. Looks like you have short toes?"

"Yeah I do. Do you?" Elsa asked, smiling.

"Yes. And very high arches. I have 5.5." Helen's voice suddenly sounded as if she was getting a sore throat. Then, abruptly, her voice now clearly hoarse, she blurted out:

"I like feet."

The smile on Elsa's face changed into a smile of somewhat bewildered intrigue.

"I do too" she said.

"Oh! Good!" Helen responded before scurrying off, suddenly looking busy, her face flushed.

Now. Helen brought them glasses of coconut water and sat down on the other side of the sofa. For a few moments, they were quiet while sipping the coconut water. Helen suddenly felt that feeling of surreality grow again, amidst the realisation that keeping the flow of small talk going with a teen girl was not easy at her age. The fact that Elsa was a few years younger than her daughter didn't make things easier either. Elsa picked up on Helen's conflicting feelings, so she put down her glass and said:

"Helen, can I take off your trainers?"

Taken aback by the initiative, Helen stumbled over the words.

"Er, of ca... cause, I-I'd love that!"

Helen sat back against the armrest and put her left foot in Elsa's lap. Instantly Elsa felt her pussy getting swollen and her mouth water. This wasn't her first rodeo, but only one of the four girls she had been with had been open to foot play so this was still new to her, which added to her already breath-taking excitement. As she undid the shoelaces she looked up at Helen's face and could tell Helen had definitely noticed her hardened nipples, protuberant under her moist sports bra. Her nipples were usually a slight embarrassment to her, because they were a little bit longer than most ("normal", as she would say) nipples when hardened. But right now she didn't care. She removed the shoe, revealing the beautiful shape of Helen's little foot though covered by the ankle sock.

"She really does have high arches", Elsa thought to herself, her breathing now audibly heavier.

She gently grabbed the foot with her left hand, and holy shit Helen's sock was damp with sweat! Especially the sole and underside of the toes. To Elsa's amazement - and relief - there wasn't any stink, really. A scent of course, but just faintly vinegary. Elsa slowly rubbed Helen's high arch for a bit, then onto the front part of the sole, and underside of the toes. Her eyes focused on the foot, she lifts it up and begins to caress her face with Helen's sole.

Helen gasped with pleasure and surprise. Sure, Elsa had told her that she likes feet, but few of those who do also like socks, and right now Elsa took that sock fetish to the next level with the considerable sweatiness of her socked foot. The reason why Helen had asked Elsa to keep her shoes on earlier was because Helen had had a sock fetish for some two decades, but she had just assumed that Elsa was more "vanilla": that her liking of feet was just that and nothing beyond. The feel and sight of Elsa pressing her cute young face against her sole, moving it around, effectively massaging all that sweatiness into her dark skin, sniffing her sole as she did... it almost made it difficult for Helen to breathe, her breathing suddenly irregular and her pussy throbbed, and she could tell some pussy juice was leaking into her panties. In a remarkably normal voice, Helen said:

"Gimme your feet, sweetie."

Elsa looked up with her doe eyes to meet Helen's gaze, her nose pressed against the underside of Helen's toes.

"Yeah", Elsa whispered hornily.

Helen shifted her left side closer to the backrest to give room for Elsa's legs. Elsa followed and placed both her feet right below Helen's sports bra, trainers still on. There was now enough space for Helen's other leg too, so Elsa lifted it up, swiftly freeing the foot from the shoe and rubbed the sole of the sock first all over her face, then also including her ears, her throat and hair. It felt so fucking good to let all her inhibitions go, to dare to indulge in this foot kinkiness, to be certain that Helen was not just open to it, but revelled in it. In the midst of all the sock sole rubbing she felt Helen quickly remove her tiny trainers and immediately press her whole face into Elsa's by now sopping sand-coloured ankle sock soles. At that, Helen let out a loud long moan. Elsa couldn't tell whether it was simply because Helen really, REALLY enjoyed her socks and feet or if Helen had an orgasm, but she knew it meant that the point of no return had passed. If there had been even the slightest unsureness whether all this would lead to the two of them fucking each other's brains out, it was now thoroughly buried in the past.

Right away when she pressed her face into Elsa's sock soles, Helen knew her plan had worked excellently: the not showering after their workout, the walk in the early afternoon heat, the asking Elsa to keep her trainers on, the not turning on the air conditioning to keep them from sweating... all leading to this moment when Elsa's socks were even sweatier than Helen had hoped. In a split second, the sum total of the various turn-ons Elsa provided came together in Helen's mind. Her exotic dark skin, her short height, her young age, her kinky foot/sock fetish, her tiny sexy feet... And now, adding to all that, Helen's face pressed Elsa's foot juice out of the sock soles and drops of it started running down all of her face; her cheeks, her nose, and when they reached her lips a little bit went into her slightly open mouth. She felt like time suddenly stopped. The taste was savoury and trifle piquant, reminding Helen of something edible, pleasant and quite familiar but she couldn't place it. Then time wound up to speed again and she found herself in a sudden orgasm. Not a very strong orgasm, but an orgasm nevertheless. Cumming without herself or anyone else touching her pussy hadn't happen for her since the time when she was new to all things sexual.

The wave of the orgasm petered out, and Helen moved her head back bit and promptly took off both of Elsa's socks and put them on again inside out. Of course she had time to note Elsa's sexy, tiny soft soles and perfectly shaped short toes, but she wasn't gonna touch the main course until she was done with the starter. Her voice now hoarse, she explained her turning of the socks:

"I want to taste the inside because it has rubbed against your soles."

She stretched her tongue out and let it land on the bottom of Elsa's right heel, then gave a thorough lick all the way up to the underside of the toes. Greedily she swallowed the delicious sole and toe juices. The inside of Elsa's socks were definitely more full-flavoured, and now it hit her why the aroma was familiar: It was actually very close to sourdough rye bread! Helen let herself go and proceeded to intensely lick Elsa's sock soles. Now and then she stopped to suck the sweat out of the part under Elsa's toes. All of this, especially feeling so kinky every time she gulped down sips of Elsa's sock sweat was intoxicating! All the while she felt juices continuously oozing out of her shaved pussy.

Elsa's horniness kicked up another level when Helen said that about tasting the inside of her socks and started licking and sucking them. The shameless kinkiness, nastiness of it! Elsa pulled off Helen's right sock and just as she had expected, Helen's feet were just as well-groomed as her own; smooth and soft. She immediately began licking all over Helen's wet sole and between her toes energetically like you lick a soft serve during a heatwave. Helen grunted with pleasure. At the same time she pulled off Helen's left sock, pulled up her sports bra and firmly placed the toes of Helen's left foot on her rock hard right nipple. Helen didn't need to be told what to do - she grabbed, pulled and rubbed Elsa's nipple with her toes, all of which was made easy because of Elsa's long nipples, in spite of that all the sweating made her toes slippery. Elsa let her right hand reach into her panties and was impressed with how swollen and sensitive her clit was. Her tongue still bathing in the sweat of Helen's sole and toes, she rapidly rubbed her clit and she felt the rush of the build-up to the release, and she had a strong long orgasm. All through it, her mouth and tongue never left Helen's foot and Elsa's ecstatic moans were muffled by the high arch of Helen's sole. She was far from finished, however. Unbeknownst to her, but what she would soon learn, was that another thing the two of them had in common was the ability to get multiple orgasms. She could easily have cummed more times right away, just continuing doing what they were doing, but she wanted to switch things up.

Helen's intoxicating desire for Elsa's sock juice had sent her brain into an actual high, she could gladly have kept on licking and sucking for at least an hour more, but after Elsa's orgasm she whispered to Helen:

"I want my tongue inside your sexy mouth!" and so they sat up close together, facing each other.

In that brief moment before the mouth contact started, having Elsa's cute face so close to her own, Helen's attention once again turned to how young Elsa was compared to herself. Having sex with her, a girl 28 whole years younger, felt so taboo, so forbidden. Before Helen could dwell any further on those thoughts, Elsa placed her open mouth on Helen's and they passionately started licking each other's tongues. Both of them wallowed in the knowing and the tasting of that both their mouths were full of the other's foot sauces. Helen felt an extra tingling from thinking of how Elsa's tongue inside her mouth meant that Elsa now felt the taste of the inside of her own socks! After a minute or two of tongue kissing, they helped each other take off all of the few clothes they had on, except for that Elsa's socks were still on her tiny feet. The small, rock hard long nipples on the small mounds on Elsa's chest was an irresistible sight for Helen, so she dove right in and licked and sucked both, alternating between them. On the right nipple she tasted the sweat from between her own toes. It made Elsa gasp and moan:

"Mmmmh, oh, yes".

Helen gently put her hand on Elsa's tummy to motion her to lay back, and so she did, first releasing her braids from the bun on her head, and spread her legs wide in invitation to her well-trimmed wet juicy fruit.

"Uuuunnnh" Elsa whimpered when Helen's open mouth encased her orgasm-juice drenched little cunt. Her tongue and lips moved around masterfully on the outside and inside, and Elsa knew this was the outcome of decades of experience of pussy-licking. Fresh juices were now seeping out of her and Helen clearly noticed right away. In spite of her mouth moving around in an awesome combination of ballet and aikido, it seemed to Elsa that Helen didn't miss a drop. For the second time that afternoon, she felt that familiar build-up, more powerful this time, and so was the orgasm that followed.

"AH! AH! AH!" she shouted loudly while feeling how her pussy was pumping out liquids now.

Helen didn't show any sign of intending to slow down, rather her licking intensified. Suddenly the thought - though awfully obvious given the circumstances - came to Elsa:

"Helen is drinking my pussy juice! She's swallowing my fucking pussy juice!".

That thought kick-started her third orgasm, pumping even more of her nectar straight into Helen's unrelenting mouth.

"Guh, guh, guh, guh, unnguh!" she uttered.

She was now so wild with lust it felt like her mind had completely lost control. She grabbed the bridge of her left foot and with frenzy she pressed her tongue into her own sock sole, licked and sucked it hard, and by now it had new sweat added from all the sexual exercise in the hot room. Elsa felt extremely kinky doing it, driving her fast into the next, her fourth, orgasm which made her whole body convulse and filled Helen's mouth.

Helen couldn't believe how much juice she had been drinking from Elsa's pussy! Had she ever been with a girl who produced so much? She didn't recall.

"Maybe it's because she's so young? Maybe it's an African thing?", she thought to herself for a moment in the whirlwind of lust they were in, then she went directly for what she wanted next. She sat up on the sofa beside Elsa's big well-rounded butt, Elsa still on her back panting from the orgasms. As if Elsa read Helen's mind, she lifted her legs up, bent in a right angle so that her feet were in front of Helen's face. Helen yanked off her socks and took a few seconds to admire the view.

"Damn your feet are sexy!" she said and really meant it. Their tiny size, their short toes, their semi-high arches... and that wonderful line of contrast between the light skin on the bottom of the feet and the dark skin on the top of the feet... she'd honestly rate Elsa's feet 9 out of 10, would've been 10 if her arches had been a bit higher. Elsa's smooth feet glistened enticingly in the beams of afternoon sun that passed through the blinds. Helen stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and went to town. The soles, the heels, the arches, the balls of the soles, under the toes, the delicious sourdough rye bread flavour was there, and between the toes - oh damn YES, BETWEEN her sexy little toes - the taste was fuller, more sour, but in a luscious way. Helen took her time. Probably 10-15 minutes? She had no idea, and she didn't really care.

"Turn around on your tummy" she said, and Elsa did.

Elsa's legs now straight, Helen straddled the sole of her right foot and lowered her pussy so that it firmly pressed against Elsa's sole and she was sitting comfortably on her knees. As much as Elsa had relished the thorough oral affection Helen just gave her sensitive feet, the feel of that warm, sodden cougar vulva on her sole brought another dimension into the picture. Helen started moving her pelvis back and forth and Elsa clearly felt that big swollen clit push its way up and down from the ball of her foot to her heel. The pressure couldn't at all hinder the effortless sliding of Helen's clit, because of the effective combination of lubricants: Elsa's sole sweat, Helen's saliva still on Elsa's soles, and the slippery sauce from Helen's throbbing cunt.

"Unh, yes... yes Helen fuck my foot!" Elsa moaned pleadingly.

She raised her other leg so her foot was close to Helen's face. Helen quickly grabbed it, still grinding Elsa's other foot, she stuck her tongue out and tongue-fucked her toes, her tongue sliding back and forth between each of them. The intensity of her pelvis movement increased.

"Uuuungh! Uuuungh! Uuuungh!" Helen groaned loudly.

Elsa thought the squelching on her sole sounded hilarious, but she was too into her horniness to laugh and she didn't want to mess up the orgasm for Helen, an orgasm that unmistakably was imminent. Suddenly Helen's grip on her foot tightened significantly, then Helen threw her head back and let out a long loud growl. Elsa felt exhilarated that she had given Helen her first proper orgasm of the day. For a few moments Elsa felt the speed of the clit moving on her sole slow down, then steadily increasing again. Elsa knew Helen was going for another orgasm. When Helen's clit had found its tempo again, Elsa remembered a trick she had come up with when she had foot sex with that other girl two years ago. She curled her toes hard, to make her sole as wrinkled as possible under Helen's pussy.

The effect was instantaneous. The uneven ridges of the tight wrinkles of Elsa's sole made Helen's clit flutter as her pussy slid rhythmically up and down the sole, dramatically enhancing the clitoral stimulation.