"What do I owe you?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied, looking into her blue eyes.
"That's silly. Your time is worth something."
"I'm serious," I told her, "I'm having fun spending time with you."
"Really?" She was clearly surprised by my words.
"Yes, really," I said, noticing her vulnerable expression, the grey in her long black hair that somehow added to her faded beauty. "So, where are the ornaments and lights?"
"In the basement."
"Show me where and I'll bring them up and help you decorate." I glanced down again at her adorable cute manicured pantyhose-clad toes.
She led me down to the basement and pointed out the boxes. I grabbed the first and made two more trips. By the time I was done, she'd already started to decorate the tree.
Putting the last box down I asked, "What can I do?"
"Can you help me wrap the lights around the tree please?"
For the next thirty minutes or so we decorated the tree. Mrs. Barnes put on some Christmas music, and we sang along to classic tunes.
When we were done she said, "Wait here," and headed into the kitchen.
She came back a few minutes later with cookies and hot chocolate. We sat down, she on the couch and me in an armchair opposite her, and she put her stocking-clad feet up on the coffee table.
Sitting across from her, I sipped on the hot chocolate and admired her silky soles all the time. Just like I couldn't explain my fascination with nylon-clad legs and silky sheer toes, I was also attracted to the silky soles of a woman's foot - yet somehow a woman's bare soles did absolutely nothing for me. I know, I'm a weirdo.
After a few moments of silence, she said, "I'm so thankful for your help."
"No problem," I replied, dragging my eyes away from her soles, "it was fun."
"It's been pleasant to have company," she said, moving one foot over the other.
"Well, I can't lie. It was a nice break from playing video games. I need to get out more."
"Me too," she sighed. "I don't get out nearly as much as I should."
"Me neither," I said, "I mean, when I'm not at school."
"So you really don't have a girlfriend?"
"No." I said, then added, "I've never really liked girls my age." I thought I'd at least try to plant the seed, even if I was sure it wouldn't go anywhere.
"Oh, no?" She wiggled her toes as if she could sense my distraction.
"I mean, I don't have any real experience with women of any age," I admitted, "but girls my age don't do much for me."
"You're not gay, are you?"
"No, no, no," I quickly stressed. "I like girls. I mean women."
"Women?" She readjusted her feet, putting one on top of the other and then changing them back.
"Well, I'm just attracted to older women."
"That's interesting," she murmured.
"I just find girls my age shallow and immature." It was the truth. Sure, I'd love to get a blow job or get to fuck one of the cheerleaders, but usually I masturbated to the teachers.
"I see," she said, seeming to ponder my words.
"Yeah, and truth be told, I am attracted to a woman who isn't going to blow away on a windy day," I added.
"Well, it would take a tornado to move me," she joked.
"Mary, you are an absolutely beautiful woman," I repeated. I realized I'd keep repeating it until she believed it herself.
"You're too kind," she said, rising. "Wait here. I have something to show you."
I adjusted my hard dick before she returned with a photo album in her hands. "Come sit beside me," she said, sitting back down on the couch.
"Okay," I said, getting up and joining her.
"This is me in high school," she explained, flipping open to a page of her in a cheerleader outfit.
"Wow!" She looked absolutely gorgeous.
"I know," she said, "I used to be quite the looker."
"Mary, that's enough." Her nylon-clad knee had been revealed as her dress rode up when she sat, and I placed my hand on it. "You're still a beautiful woman."
"Except twice the size." She didn't move my hand off of her leg.
"And just as beautiful."
"Do you really think so?" She looked completely vulnerable.
"Yes," I replied, my hand still on her leg. "You've aged gracefully."
"It's been a long time since I got a compliment," she whispered, her cheeks a little red.
"Well, here are some more," I said. "You have amazing blue eyes a man could drown in."
"Thanks."
"You have a beautiful full-figured body," I continued.
"Well, it's full-figured." She laughed awkwardly.
"And beautiful," I stressed, giving her knee a soft squeeze. "Plus, unlike girls today you wear nylons, which I have to confess make your legs and feet look super sexy."
"I thought I noticed you admiring my feet."
"If you were my woman I'd worship them," I said, my naughty fantasies leading the way.
"And what would worshipping my feet entail?"
I looked up, surprised at how far I'd dared to go. "Sorry, sorry!" I apologized, "I've been way too forward."
"No." She closed the photo album and placed it beside her. "Perhaps I haven't been forward enough."
She turned her body and swung her legs onto my lap. "Would you be a dear and massage my feet? They're a little sore."
"Sure," I breathed. Her nylon-clad heels were resting right on my hard dick as I moved my hands to her feet.
"Thank you," she said, letting out the softest of moans. "Jack used to always massage my feet."
"He was a lucky man," I said.
"Lucky?"
"Yes," I said, enjoying the soft silky sensation having wondered many times what feeling a woman's legs and feet in nylons would feel like. "Every woman deserves to be catered to."
"You're going to make some woman very happy," she smiled.
"Maybe one day."
"Trust me, once you get out of high school and the cesspool it is and join the real world, you'll be a great catch."
"I look forward to such a time," I said. I mean, I was an average-looking guy. Not ugly, not hot; not skinny and not fat. I just didn't fit into the cliques of popularity. I was too smart to be cool at a school that celebrated football championships, not academic bowls.
"You're going to turn into a handsome man," she continued.
"Thanks." I was flattered, but her words made me a little uncomfortable. I wasn't used to compliments.
"I mean it," she went on. "If I was forty years younger, I'd be all over you."
I laughed awkwardly and moved my hands to her toes, massaging each one individually. Finally, I replied, "And if I was a little older, I'd be all over you."
"Would you now?" she murmured.
"In a heartbeat," I said firmly as I finished her fifth toe on her right foot.
"Why?" She clearly meant it.
"You're a real woman, a beautiful woman." I switched to her other foot and began massaging her sole.
"How so?" She seemed to have forgotten the compliments I'd given her earlier.
"I don't want to objectify you," I protested.
"Please do. I haven't been objectified in a long, long, long time."
I laughed. "Truth?"
"Yes."
"Well, besides your intoxicating eyes that I already mentioned, and the fact you wear nylons, which are my fetish," I began, but halted as she bent her knee and moved her other foot to rest directly on my dick. Maybe it was on purpose, maybe by accident. Either way, it was distracting.
"Go on," she said in a slightly sensual tone.
Her entire sole was resting on my dick. I let my dick twitch against it. If she noticed, her face betrayed no reaction.
I swallowed and went on. "You have very pretty toes, and they're perfectly manicured." I glanced down at the foot resting on my aching dick.
"These toes?" She asked, wiggling them.
"Yes." I let out a small groan as her wiggle caused a slight wave movement along my cock.
"I painted them just yesterday, for the first time in months."
"Well, trust me, they look amazing!" I meant it. "Especially with this shade of nylon."
"I'm flattered," she said, and then asked, "Anything else?"
"You sure? I really don't want to offend you."
"I need this, Derek." Her tone made it clear she did.
Well, if that was what she wanted, I was very willing to give her all the compliments I could. "You have voluptuous breasts, wide sexy hips, and an amazing ass," I rattled off quickly before I could change my mind.
"Derek," she said, moving her foot slightly on my raging rod, "you have no idea how much I needed to hear those words."
"And I meant every word." I moved my hands to her toes. "You're a beautiful woman inside and out."
"You sure you don't have a harem of women wanting you?"
I laughed, and then not even sure why, I muttered, "I've never had sex."