A Luscious Uncovering

​Hey again, here’s part 2 of Emily’s adventures, also from a few years ago. Enjoy!

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It all started at that party, near the end of last summer. Everything that happened there was still fresh in her mind...

The smell of an airy summer evening. Murmurs echoing in the gallery. Mixed with Emily’s clacking footsteps. Purse in her hand, a stylish dress, waving in the soft breeze. It's been a long time since I wore something like this.

Let's end the year with a blast! Friday, 8 o'clock, my place. Dress code: Cocktail. X Kim

Usually this kind of dress was way too formal for her. But Emily didn’t dare to take the risk of being out of place.

‘Hey Em!’ Kimmy yells from the doorstep. ‘Come in! it’s quite crowded, but it should fit.’

Kimmy’s apartment was rather large for a first-year student. Own kitchen, own shower, she even had four rooms. But indeed, she invited a lot of friends.

‘I knew I could count on you with the dress-code Emmy! Not everyone did you know. Oh, I love this crimson dress! Pairs beautifully with those black tights. And those heels, wow!’

‘Thanks Kim!’ And they hugged quickly.

‘You look stunning as well! I did bring an extra pair though. Impossible to walk on these bitches all night.’

Emily zips open her purse and reveals her comfy sneakers.

‘Smart! Well, you’ll still look stunning with those, I’m certain. You can put your purse over there in the back, beside my bedroom is a rack.’

‘Now quickly, get a drink! I have to fetch us some more ice, but we'll talk in a minute!’

Emily now has a first chance to look around a bit. Indeed not all guests stuck to the dress code. A few heels and nice dresses here and there, appropriate for the occasion, but a lot of the girls hadn’t taken that one word on the invitation very seriously.

Vans, Converse, Superstars. A lot of girly sneakers. Guess she wouldn’t have been out of place wearing her own Vans after all.

I’m glad I brought them with me. As she scanned peoples feet around the apartment, she stumbled upon some white shoes, a pair of Vans Authentic sneakers, fully white but a bit dirty.

These look familiar. She looks up and sees the girl wearing them waving at her.

‘Mae!’

It had been a long time since she spoke to her. After all this time Mae still seemed to have a bit of a thing for those shoes.

Ever since they were in high school together Mae already wore them, that was like three years ago now. All the while, Emily never saw her wearing other shoes than these white Vans. They had become some sort of trademark.

Tonight she wore them under a nice black evening dress, no tights or whatsoever and as it seemed, sockless.

‘Hey Emmy! Come over here!’ Mae yelled from the kitchen, with a bottle of Campari in her hand. Tucking her curly hair behind her ear.

‘You should taste my self-made Negroni!’

It was nice seeing her again.

‘Let me get rid of my stuff first!’ Emily made a quick gesture saying she’d be there in a minute.

Emily knows the way here, she’d been here numerous times. At the end of the hallway she drops her purse on the rack. A shelf with Kimmy’s shoes was over there as well.

Wow! Kimmy owns quite some. Different kinds of low and high-tops were carefully arranged on the rack. Black, white, red and green ones. Of a few Kimmy even had two pairs. Some of them are fairly new, others pretty worn.

Kimmy’s old black low Chucks for instance, they were pretty worn, she always took these shoes when they went to festivals.

What used to be the white rubber was all yellowish and stained. The canvas faded.

Emily managed a swift visit to the toilet – which was opposite to Kimmy’s bedroom – and returned to the kitchen…

After a quick meetup with Mae, things had been going on quickly.

As the evening passed, Emily had spoken to a lot of people. The thing with homemade cocktails is that they often have slightly more alcohol in them than usual.

She hadn't seen Mae in a while now. Where could she be? I must find that girl, she intoxicated me! That slight pressure on her bladder came up again.

Definitely too many Negroni’s.

She didn't notice it until she was sitting down on the toilet, but her feet were surely hurting.

Ah that's a delight. Kicking off those damned heels. Spreading her toes. The thin fabric of her pantyhose spanning between them.

Her red toenails shining through. She almost forgot about it but it wasn't actually a pantyhose at all, what she was wearing tonight.

When she was dressing up earlier tonight, reluctantly, she had to put on a pair of black stockings. They had beautiful lace bands, but the reason she had put them on wasn’t to arouse or seduce anyone actually.

Not this time at least.

When she’d been taking a look in her drawer, all the tights she currently owned had holes in it or were ripped somehow. These stockings were the only thing she had left that would pair with a dress. There was nothing left to do but to put these on.

Emily grabbed her high heels, and unlocked the door. She was definitely going to put on her Vans now, time for a bit of comfort on her feet.

When reaching out to grab them she notices something about her purse. It was opened. Her heart skipped a beat.

Damn somebody must have stolen my shoes!

She rushes to take a look inside. I loved those shoes. And the idea of wearing those damned heels for the rest of the night…

But luckily, they were still there, untouched. Maybe she didn’t close the purse properly herself.

Anyway, time to return to the party. Really need to have a word with Mae now. She starts putting her shoes on swiftly, craving for their soft touch. First the left. Then the right. Lace them up tightly. All done.

But then she feels something.

‘What the…’ She whispers to herself, looking around and over her shoulder if somebody had seen her.

The shoes felt warm. But in a strange way.

She bends over and starts to untie a shoe.

She lifts her foot to see what's going on.

The nylon on her feet is completely drenched. Dripping stuff on the floor.

She takes a look inside the shoe. It's all soggy. It is so wet that the liquid sloshes over the bottom of the shoe when she tilts it.

A kind of milky substance. What the heck is all this? Standing there on one leg, leaning against the wall.

This looks a bit like…

No it can’t be… is this what I think it is?

Emily heard a click.

Followed by a short creaking sound.

Before she even knew what it was, she rushed her foot back in her shoe, trying to make it look as if nothing was going on. To cover up the fact that her shoe was all drenched up in, what seemed to be...

As she did, she heard a splosh.

She’d stamped her foot so fast back inside her shoe all the liquid inside had splashed upwards.

Creamy stuff totally covering her legs as well now. Little drips all over the wooden floor.

What a mess.

‘Wow, this worked out even better than we thought!’ She heard a voice saying.

She was standing there, lurking through the doorway. Part of her face peeking through a small gap.

As all this happened, Mae had been watching.

‘Well uhm… this is a bit awkward isn't it.’ Emily stuttered.

‘But what are you doing in Kimmy’s bedroom Mae, and why the hell are you looking at me from over there? Is this... Some kind of prank?’

She looked behind her, seeing if anyone was watching. But the party was just proceeding. Nobody seemed to have noticed.

‘Oh this is all but a prank Emmy, and you know I like watching you.’ Mae answered.

Her tone had changed a bit, this wasn't the Mae she always knew.

‘The real party is over here.’ She grabbed Emily’s arm.

‘What are you doing!’ Emily shuddered.

Mae had a naughty look in her eyes.

‘Trust me Em, you’re going to love this.’ She pulled Emily’s arm firmly.

The door closed, leaving only the distant murmuring in the hallway...

With a few sopping steps in her wringing wet Vans, Emily makes an entrance into Kimmy’s bedroom. Still guided by Mae.

A warm, soft glow is lighting the room. Almost darkened, an intimate ambience.

A soothing smell she couldn’t place, a mixture of human odour, perfume, cloth and rubber – filled the air.

‘She’s here guys, and I think she’s almost ready.’ Mae said. ‘Oh, we are going to have so much fun Emmy.’

What is she talking about? Ready, for what?

Mae looks Emily straight in the eyes, a blurry look in her’s. A blush on her cheeks, her curly hair as beautiful as ever.

‘So, what do you think?’

Emily doesn’t know what to say. Astonished.

‘Isn’t it cozy in here?’

Emily’s trying to comprehend it all. Mae is only wearing a bra. No panties. Only her shoes, sure, her white Vans. Of course. The rubber looked pretty shiny.

‘How does it feel? Doesn’t it just... Mesmerize you?’ Mae asks with a pitched voice.

Before Emily could come up with an answer, she hears a soft moan from the back of the room, on Kimmy’s bed. A couple is laying down in a 69. Her head going up and down, his buried between her thighs, both unrecognizable. Smacking sounds.

‘I don’t… Who are…’

She couldn't finish her sentence. Her brain was spinning. What kind of a weird ass, licentious scene is this?

‘Mae what the fuck is this?’

Mae smiles. ‘Don’t be so stiff Emmy, I expected you would have become a bit more loose now.’

‘So you did mug me up don’t you?!’ Emily says.

Mae doesn’t answer, she only smiles and had a look in her eyes that says self-made Negroni.

Emily is trying to process everything but Mae isn’t even trying to give her a chance. ‘Trust me Em.’ She bends over and kisses Emily in the neck.

‘Give over to it, we’re going to have some fun.’ She whispers with her soft lips close to Emily’s ear. In the same movement she touches Emily’s breasts.

She didn’t know what to do. Burst into tears, into laughter, or utter disbelief. Should I get angry. Or…

Give in?

All the soft sounds Mae’s mouth made she heard clearly, and it was somewhat stimulating. Something inside Emily was getting turned on. But unsettled at the same time.

A small lick on her earlobe. Emily blushes. Her face became warm. Standing there, still wearing those filled up Vans, her stockings all soaked. There must be a thin line between confusion and desire.

‘I’ve known you for so long Mae… I… don’t know what to say.’

Mae brings her finger to Emily’s lips and starts crouching down. ‘Shhh…’

Her eyes became a bit more accustomed to the low light now. Things began to clear up more and more. Different kinds of sneakers were lying around in the room, all of them seemed to be worn already.

She saw a pair of white Converse near her.

One shoe was lying on its side, liquid was running out of it. A few other pairs were scattered around in the room. Emily quickly recognized some as a pair of Adidas and a pair of red Vans Authentics as well, but there were more.

Mae and this other girl seem to have been wearing all of them considering they were lying around everywhere. Some of them were probably Kimmy’s.

‘Emily! What is this!’ Mae’s voice came from below. ‘Oh you’ve become a naughty one haven’t you?’

She had pulled up Emily’s dress to reveal the black laced stay-ups wrapping tightly around her thighs.

Her panties unveiled as well.

‘After all this time I thought I’d known you Emmy! Oh, those look beautiful on you!’

Emily felt embarrassed but flattered at the same time.

‘I’m sure the others are going to love this. But I certainly like this being down here as well.’

Then, Mae started doing something Emily hadn’t foreseen. A long wet stroke. And another one. Mae was sipping up the liquid that splattered Emily’s legs a moment ago.

Long strokes with her tongue.

She heard more moans behind her.

Slurping sounds.

Her high-school friend, licking her nylon covered legs. The tension she felt for the past few moments was ebbing away. She didn’t know exactly why, but she became overcome with a feeling of lust, she couldn't… hold it anymore.

‘This… This is great Mae…’

In a long uninterrupted stroke Mae licks upwards along Emily’s leg.

‘That’s my girl!’ Cum rolling up her warm tongue. Followed by a single swallow and a lick around her lips.

‘Well, those are clean. Now let's have a little adventure.’ She says.

Apparently, Emily had indulged in this situation. What bad could come of it? Deeply within she was thinking the cocktails could have a part in how this all played out.

‘Now come over here with me.’ Mae guides Emily up to the bed. The other girl did a last suck on this guy’s cock and let loose with a smacking sound. She walked towards Emily, her eyes filled with desire

‘So here’s our little cum dumpster! Will you allow me to handle those Vans for you girl?’

She says. A rather skinny blondine, freckles on her cheeks wearing Pin-up style makeup, butt-naked. She didn’t even introduce herself.

‘Show Emily how we deal with her Vans, Claire.’ Mae says.

‘Oh they look so delicious, yum!’ Claire says, biting her red lips. ‘You look delicious.’ And she pushes Emily onto the bed.

‘Those stockings are a sexy spice I didn’t expect, I must admit. You are made for this, let me show you Emily.’ She gently takes off Emily’s dress.

In the meanwhile Mae starts giving the guy yet another shoejob. Her white Vans go rubbing, gently stroking his cock.

‘Time to get our new load ready girls.’ She says.

Emily watched in awe. Still amazed by everything she was experiencing.

They lured me in with some liquor and a load of cum in my shoes. A rather unique bait.

‘That last load he filled your shoes with, had to come from deep within him you know.’ Claire says.

‘He did that?’

It seemed this guy was never going to be out of cum. Looking at the cum leaking shoes all around her, and the load inside her own, he already pumped a huge amount this evening. Yet Mae was going on, milking him again.

‘Incredible.’ Emily whispered.

Emily was on her back now. Claire approached, on her knees on the edge of the bed, grabbed Emily’s right leg.

‘Wow, this is a masterpiece. Our cock delivered a good job.’ Taking a quick look at Mae and the guy.

Indeed her shoes were completely wet. The faux leather collar of her Vans was all shiny from the moisture. The canvas was soaking. The white rubber, all glossy in the room’s warm light. Drips of creamy stuff were still all over the suede.

‘I think he will be there again in no time when he realizes you stepped in his warm load unknowingly.’ Mae said while looking him in the eyes.

Claire looked bewitched. ‘I want to taste all of it, your cuties look delicious.’ She grabs Emily’s shoe and without any hesitation starts licking it. Her tongue sensually caressing the rubber.

‘Oh this tastes otherworldly, you’re my favorite already Emily.’

All the wiggly drips are slowly intercepted by Claire’s soggy, muscled embrace.

‘Your little Vans are so wet!’

She is clearly enjoying gulping all the cum from Emily’s shoes.

‘I can’t hold myself, you are all pleasure. I need to…’ Claire was stimulating herself now, still licking the rubber lustfully.

‘How old are these shoes, Emmy?’ She moaned. ‘I want to know how long your clammy feet have been dancing around in these beauties.’

‘’I’ve been wearing them for about six months now.’ She answered forcibly. Still a bit tense.

But her head is still spinning.

A girl she never met before was just licking her entire shoe clean, that just had been completely filled up by a guy she didn’t even know!

Give over to it Em, this is great. Internally struggling.

Claire changes her position and sits down on the bed. Revealing her feet.

‘What do you think of these beauties. Recognize them?’ She was wearing the shoes. The pair of Chucks that catched Emily’s eye earlier that night. On Claire’s feet glisten Kimmy’s totally worn black Converse. Worn by Kimmy for already a lot of summers. ‘I just loved slipping my wet feet inside these little pearls. Kimmy has the same size 6 as me you know. I just couldn’t resist.’

Claire doesn’t hold back and shoves up the bed.

‘Let’s get going to the next round Em.’ This position allows her to put her foot between Emily’s thighs.

‘Let me introduce you to this rubber delight.’

A shock goes through Emily’s body. A strange feeling actually.

Claire starts rubbing her feet. Slowly rotating the rubber shoe on Emily’s panties. Massaging it.

Wettening it up.

This feels amazing.

The idea of these well worn Converse rubbing between her thighs aroused her much more than expected. A moan escapes from her lips.

‘I think it’s already wetting up nicely over there.’ Claire says, still rubbing and rotating her foot and still licking Emily’s shoes.

The waffle soles of her Vans are getting a treat as well now.

‘Please…’ Emily moans, closing her eyes ‘Don’t stop Claire… Go on.’

‘I’m not going to stop love. I haven’t even started yet.’

Emily was starting to get very wet, her pussy melting. Warmth traveling through her whole body. Her leg still resting on Claire’s shoulder, her ankle being licked as well now. Claire manages to wrestle her feet inside Emily’s panties.

The dirty toe cap of Claire’s Converse is getting shiny from the moisture. Claire proceeds rotating her feet. Increasing the pulses of her shoe, squeezing Emily’s wet pink lips apart. While doing this she slowly lifts one of Emily’s Vans off her foot.

Most of the cum didn’t escape till now, but Claire unleashed it all. Letting the cum run down freely. Loads of man juice overflowing from Emily’s nylon covered sole, from heel to toe.

‘Mouth watering…’

Claire stretches her tongue, catching the trickles, stream by stream. Devouring every single drip that comes down Emmy’s foot. None can escape. The cum had been in her soft, warm Old Skools for the past 20 minutes now, still thick and creamy.

Claire keeps on rotating her foot. The sole profile wobbling along her clit. This feels so amazing.

Claire continues, firm strokes along Emily’s footbed. Gathering the cum, blended with a six months continuous supply of feet moist.

All raffling on her tongue like smelly white syrup.

‘Mmm, Delicious! What a wonderful harvest.‘ Streams of cum run down Claire’s lips and chin. A joyful mess of liquid on her rosy cheeks.

Emily is filled with ecstasy. The soft dirty rubber caressing her soaked pussy.

‘Keep going Claire, this is weird… but yet so pleasurable, please go on.’ Emily moaned in delight.

Claire bit on her lip. ‘You should taste them Emmy.’ She moaned. She brings her other foot between Emily’s legs, seamlessly switches them and brings the other one upwards.

‘I want you to lick them.’

Her foot reached Emily’s mouth ‘Completely submerge yourself into this sneaker fantasy. Taste yourself from my shoe.’

In the back she sees Mae had taken off one off her white Vans and shoved it over the cock.

The sight of this pushed het over the edge.

And so Emily started licking.

She was now shamelessly kissing and grazing her tongue.

Cleaning up those stained Chucks, slurping up her own moist.

Frequent shivers overtake her. The taste of those well worn Converse. Licking the canvas rims, her tongue touching Claire’s naked ankles. The white laces tickling her face. Claire giving her a pussy massage with her other foot. It made her shudder.

‘I’m going to come Claire…’ Tightly grasping the bedspread. ‘...Yes it’s coming, I feel it.’

To increase the sensation Emily licks a long stroke over the Chuck’s sole. Caressing the rubbery pattern. The salty taste…

‘Come my love, let it flow through you. I want you to come hard.’ Claire increases the tempo.

‘Faster.’ Emily bites her lip. Closes her eyes. Stretches every muscle.

‘Faster, I’m going to come… hard…’

‘Come for me girl, I want you to wet up my dirty little Chucks even more. My bare feet are throbbing inside. Craving. Clenched between a layer of cum and the canvas.’

‘I hope this never stops!’ Emily was shivering. ‘Oh my god…’ Her hips thrusting.‘... I’m going to…’ A flock of warm butterflies fluttered up inside her. ‘...Oh yes!’

Her lower body pulsating in a slow rhythm.

‘Oh!’ She took the tip of Claire’s shoe in her mouth as far as she could. An eruption of tingles took possession of her pussy. She was coming deeply.

‘Mmm, yes baby, that’s what I’m talking about. Come for me Emmy.’ She kept on orgasming. Her whole body in a warm ocean of pleasure.

This guy came again, all the sounds Emily made probably gave him yet another reason to unload. All inside Mae’s shoe.

The tingly feeling was ebbing away now. Emily relaxed and let herself fall on her back on the bed.

‘I hope you understand this isn’t the end of this evening Emily’ Mae says while squeezing some last drips out of the cock.

‘Claire, let’s get it to the next level with this girl.’ She says. ‘Now that we’ve broken the ice. Let us show you what it’s like to be a true sneaker freaked slut!’

She took off the shoe from is cock and came over to Emily.

‘Open your mouth.’

And so the night, which seemed to start off so innocent, took an erotic twist for Emily. An experience she’d never forget. An experience that would change her life. Awakening her inner sneaker freak. A fetish she ’d never expect to discover. But this night wasn’t over yet, and she still had a lot to learn…