Karen, My School Teacher Part 2

“So Karen...”

She picked up her wine glass and took a sip. “Yes, Brian?”

I then drank some of my beer. “...before you said that you thought that I was into girls. How come you thought so?”

“Well Brian, I've seen you looking at my feet, so I just assumed!”

I froze. I did not know what to say. She has figured me out. And I'm sitting here in her pantyhose. Fuck, what am I gonna do?

“Sorry Karen. I don't know what to say! Yes, I guess. I like feet!”

My teacher looked very surprised with that answer. “What, are you serious? I was only kidding. Ha-ha!”

What the fuck! Did my teacher just trick me, into admitting my pantyhose foot fetish?

“Is that why you looking so much at my feet? Do you like my feet, Brian?”

My face turned red. I stared at her foot laying in front of me encased in pantyhose. And then it just flew out of my mouth. “Yes, I like your pantyhose feet very much!” It was out in the open now. No point in hiding it anymore for her. My body started twitching again.

“Hold on. Pantyhose? So you like pantyhose feet? You mean like tights and stockings and pantyhose?”

I just wanted to hide in a hole, and never come out. “Ehmm yes. Sorry Karen. You were not supposed to know this about me!”

She wiggled her toes right beside my thigh. I saw her foot and stared. When I looked at her again, I saw she knew that I stared at her pretty pantyhose feet. “But now I know, I’ve never met anyone who liked feet. Or pantyhose feet for that matter!”

I was so ashamed. And here I am sitting in the sofa with my teacher’s black opaque pantyhose on. And her in pantyhose too! I wish I’d never taken those pantyhose. Her foot touched my thigh by accident. Oh my god, they were so beautiful, and right next to me. MMMmmmm.

“I'm so so sorry...I don't know what to say!”

“So is it any kind of girl’s feet or what?”

“What? Hell no! I don't like ugly feet. Feet should be taken very good care of. You know, nice looking toes and smooth soles and nail polish. Just pretty girls feet!”