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It All Began When

I was in the 3rd grade. I went to school back in Brooklyn and we had a coat closet in the back of the classroom. There were openings on both sides of it with no doors. At the begining of the year I was assigned a seat near the coat closet where I could see inside. Our teacher's name was Mrs. Spitz. An elderly lady that was caring, kind, and loved her students very much, But not much to look at. Six weeks after school started we were sitting in class, and she walked in. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my short but most curious life. Her name was Miss Citelie. She handed Mrs. Spitz a note and said " I am your new teachers aide". My heart dropped and I stopped beathing. Mrs. Spitz instructed her to put her things away in the coat closet. She turned and headed my way. As she came toward me she smiled at me and I froze. She then turned into closet and put her bags down. She took off this pink, lightly sequens sweater they used to wear back then and exposed to me breasts covered in a white tight fitting blouse with short sleeves. She hung up the sweater, then with one hand on the wall she brought up her right leg and crossed it over her left knee and took off her shoe. From out of nowhere I had this burning desire to kiss her foot. She was wearing nude or biege black toe and seam nylons that made her milky white slim foot so incredibly attractive to me. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. Then she took off the other one and I began to get erect. I could not for the life of me take my eyes off her feet. She put on her comfortable shoes and went back to the front of the class. This was our routine for the rest of the year. Her taking off her shoes and me admiring her without her knowing. On the last day of school on the way home, I knew I would never see her again, and I swore that one day I would kiss a womans feet, not a little girls feet, but a grown woman's feet, like Miss Citelies. That was over forty years ago. She had no idea how much she did for me. I finally did kiss a grown woman's feet, at the age of ten, but that's another story.


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