Message-ID: <24429asstr$959857807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000601001639.67916.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Net King" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Country Ripple Sneakers {Net King} (MF cons feet) Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2000 07:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius Country Ripple Sneakers By "Net King" If you are under 18 or may be put off by sneaker fetishism, then please read no further. Joe and Alison had been courting for a while. Joe tidied up his apartment as he was expecting Alison at any time. The bell finally rang and Joe welcomed Alison in. It was wet outside and Joe heard Alison's sneakers squelch on the tiled floor as she came in. This put him slightly on edge. He invited Alison to sit down while he went to get drinks. "Had a good week?", Joe asked. 'Not bad", replied Alison, "it has been a bit difficult as the boss is under pressure at present. The company's stock price is in the doldrums and the analysts are all talking. We are doing very well, but investors are fed up with lousy dot.com stocks and that is pulling the NASDAQ stock market down with it". Joe owned some stock in Alison's company, so was quite interested in Alison's comments as he was wondering whether to sell what he had or to buy more. He was hoping for any useful tips. However something else started to occupy his mind. He had glanced at her feet before and saw she had new sneakers on. "He is under pressure", she carried on while making herself more comfortable and crossing her legs on the footrest, "The Trustee for the Company's debentures is obliged to take action if the stock price falls below $4.50. It is pretty well there now". Her legs were now in Joe's sight (as she had intended) and he could not help but get a good view of her new white sneakers. However what really caught his attention were the soles. They were unusual for training shoes as they had a sawtooth pattern of about 40 ridges across the white soles. They were much smaller than the ripples of traditional ripple soled shoes. No wonder they had squelched on the tiles outside. His mind wandered from the problems that Alison's boss was facing. He started to be mesmerized by these sneakers. "What are you looking at?", Alison asked to Joe's embarrassment. Alison did not really mind that Joe was not paying attention to her conversation. She wanted to draw attention to her new sneakers but also took pleasure from his discomfort. Joe looked blankly as the thought of those sneakers welled up inside him. Now Alison loved sneakers, whether they be simple Keds, or big- brand training shoes. She could not help noticing what sneakers other people were wearing. She was particularly interested in the soles, their color, the type of rubber and the patterns. Sometimes she would wear sneakers that were not appropriate to her outfit or the occasion because she liked the feel of them or liked the soles. She was down in the dumps one lunchtime and wandered round the shops to try and cheer herself up. Her boss had just been to a difficult meeting and was very grumpy when he came out. She could not seem to be able to do anything right for him. In a sports shoe shop, she saw a pair of sneakers that took her fancy. They had these sawtooth soles, and these fascinated her. They should be quite comfortable as the tips of rubber would squash and bend giving a softer walk. The idea of this excited her. They may squeak, she thought, but so what - this may get some men all excited. She really started warming to these sneakers. Another thought crossed her mind, a bit naughty perhaps, but it excited her immensely. Joe had also noticed these sneakers in another shoe shop. He felt rather excited by them. He had only bought a pair of another type of sneaker last week and felt he should not buy them. He wondered to what extent shoe designers were shoe fetishists themselves. Were these ripple soles designed to trigger something inside some people that would make them desperate to buy the shoes. Did they anticipate that others would buy them because they liked wearing something a bit unusual thus attracting attention. He knew Alison's love of sneakers and Alison had confided she enjoyed men paying attention to her sneakers especially if it aroused them. He imagined Alison wearing a pair of these Country Ripple sneakers and wondered whether she would buy a pair sooner or later. "If only she would" he thought. He did not realize that Alison was at almost the same time actually trying a pair on. They fitted just right and felt very comfortable. This made her feel much better and took her mind off her difficulties with her boss. She just had to have them. She took them to the cash desk, "Country Ripple" the clerk wrote on the docket, and processed Alison's Visa card. "Sounds a bit like ice cream" said the clerk. "You mean like raspberry ripple?" replied Alison "I am not sure what flavor these would be" looking at the white sneakers with the three characteristic green stripes. She returned to work hoping her boss would have calmed down after a good lunch. She looked forward to wearing these sneakers next time she saw Joe. Alison looked at Joe awaiting a response to her question about what he was looking at. He was speechless. "You like those new sneakers, then?". Joe could not help giving them his full attention. "I could put my best outfit on and you probably would not notice, but if I wore tatty old clothes with new sneakers you would be all over me", she teased. Joe had dreamed about Alison in these sneakers. His dream had come true, but he felt uncomfortable, perhaps the dream was becoming a nightmare. Alison was enjoying it, it was like playing a trout on the hook. "you look great in them", Joe said without any real conviction. "Like another drink?", he said so he could extricate himself from this awkward situation and went into the kitchen with the empty glasses. Alison let herself go and grinned widely when out of Joe's sight, "I will have him in my bag soon" she thought. Joe returned but still feeling slightly uncomfortable and sat down again. He knew that Alison was teasing him, so was not too worried. Alison could not resist it. She lifted her foot and pushed it into Joe's crotch and wiggled it around so Joe could feel the sneaker through his trousers. He was taken aback, but a warm feeling came over him. "Why did you do that" he said, "Because I wanted to" came the reply. He now lost any sense of embarrassment, but realized that Alison was calling the shots and had him within her power. He enjoyed this predicament. Whereas most women 'power dressed' to exert their influence, in his case Alison could exert her influence with just a pair of sneakers. If he ever went to a brothel (which he did not), he would not be interested in leather, fishnet stockings or high heeled boots. Being helped by someone in tank-top, denim skirt and sneakers with white chunky socks would be blissful. Joe was now wanting things badly and would do almost anything for Alison to get it. "I thought you would like these sneakers", she said, "I was feeling a bit miserable after the boss gave me a hard time and had to buy something at lunch time to cheer me up". "Well", said Joe, "you have cheered me up too". Alison did not respond to this but described in detail how her boss had been very grumpy after a meeting with the Trustees. Joe paid more attention. He badly wanted more money and started to see an opportunity by buying stock in the company Alison worked for. An announcement to NASDAQ was due soon, and Alison was describing some of the meetings she took notes at. Besides she just wanted to get her frustrations off her chest. Joe was now thinking more of Alison and less of sneakers. He sympathized with Alison's work predicament and patiently listened to her concerns. There were times when he had difficulties with his boss and fellow managers. Alison felt a burden was being lifted from her shoulders by being able to discuss this with Joe. He was so understanding and sympathetic. Alison knew that her boss had a difficult week ahead and had some thoughts on how she could help him through the week. She could now go to work on Monday with her mind more at ease, instead of dreading it as she had yesterday evening. "I think that it is time to eat", Joe said. He went into the kitchen to finish preparing the meal that he had started earlier. Alison enjoyed having a meal with Joe but wished Joe would put some more variety into what he cooked. After a few minutes Alison went into the kitchen to see how she could help. They mostly talked about their respective families during the meal. They were considering marrying but neither was sure that they were doing it for the right motives and reasons. How could you tell your children that you married just because of a mutual interest in sneakers? Alison however found that Joe was loving, caring and good fun. He comforted her when things were rough as they were at present. Joe similarly thought that Alison would be a supportive and caring wife. Even though their friendship started with sneakers, their relationship was becoming deeper than a mutual interest in sneakers. Alison wondered when Joe would ask the question, but did not think it would quite be yet. She felt in no hurry either. They tidied up in the kitchen after the meal. There was a bit of water on the floor. Alison trod in it and the wet ripple soles of the sneakers squeaked and squelched as the tips of the ripples stroked the smooth floor. Alison enjoyed this and was imagining the effect on Joe. He was becoming aroused and was thinking more and more about those sneakers. Joe had always been aroused by squeaking and squelching sneakers since he was very young. He sometimes enjoyed this, but at other times found it very embarrassing when he had things to concentrate on. He remembered being intrigued by soft rubber soles of sneakers stroking smooth floors, the though of the rubber bending, flexing and slipping on the smooth surface was a turn-on for him. He thought that rubber was a most marvelous substance, soft and tactile, but durable. They sat down next to each other for a cup of coffee. Alison was very restless or at least wanted to appear restless. She would hold one leg in the air, then the other, rotating her feet like a ballet dancer warming up. Joe could not help noticing this and was staring at her sneakers. Alison noticed this but said nothing. She was looking forward to getting those sneakers on Joe's cock. She was imagining how it would respond to those saw tooth soles. Joe was now also craving for those sneakers to be caressing his cock, but the appropriate rituals had to be played out first. Joe moved to be closer to her and she moved so she was sitting right next to him. They embraced and kissed. Later she wrapped her legs around his and he felt her sneaker touching the skin of his lower leg. He gently rubbed her legs which she found relaxing and soothing. After a little while her sneaker was between his legs causing him tremendous excitement. He could bear it no more. He got up and removed his trousers and underwear then lay on the floor in eager anticipation. Joe's cock was used to the slightly bumpy rubber soles of Keds and other sneakers, but he wondered how these ripple soled sneakers would feel. Would they provide a deeper sensation, or would they be too rough to bear. He was glad he was not circumcised. He wondered whether a circumcised cock could tolerate these shoes. While contemplating this, Alison placed the sole of one sneaker right on his bare crotch. A tingle of excitement leaped through his body and his cock hardened slightly. There was a wide, wicked grin on Alison's face. She had him where she wanted him and she was going to draw this out as long as possible. She dragged the sneaker across his crotch and his cock became still harder. The soft rubber tips clung to his skin slightly producing a warm sensation. She placed the rear of the sole on the tip of his cock and pulled back slowly. This hurt Joe slightly. "Please do it as lightly as possible", he said. "OK", said Alison "I just need to get the hang of these sneakers. It is like driving a new car". She was very skilled with the use of sneakers in this way and she realized that being as light as possible and letting the tips of the ripples do the work would have the most profound effect on Joe. She dragged the ripple sole very lightly across the tip of Joe's cock so it felt like forty little rubber tongues were licking and caressing his cock. Joe found it very slightly rough but the sensation was immense, different from and probably better than ordinary sneakers. She repeated it a few more times and Joe found it more comfortable as precum started to wet the tips of the ripples. Alison was imagining what effect this was having on Joe and this was confirmed by the reaction of Joe's body when the sneaker touched his cock. She noticed the look on Joe's face. He was loving it. Alison paused. She knew that a few more strokes would bring Joe to orgasm too soon and that would spoil things. On a future occasion she would like to see how quickly she could bring him to orgasm with these sneakers, but this time she wanted it to last as long as possible. Joe's cock was very erect and twitching helplessly. She massaged Joe around the legs and testicles with the sneakers, just occasionally giving the tip of his cock a taste of the ripple soles. Joe then had an idea. He had noticed that the edges of the ripples seemed sharp even though they were rubber. He could not resist asking Alison to drag the edge of the sole across his cock. "Won't this be painful, Joe?", she said. "Well, see how it goes", replied Joe. With a grin on her face she placed the edge of the shoe lightly on the underside of Joe's cock and gently pulled it back. The edges of the ripples dug into and pulled the delicate skin slightly. He just about leapt out of his skin with the pain and Alison desisted. "It is just a bit too painful" Joe said "but in a way I did like the sensation". Alison rested for a few minutes leaving Joe to savor the sensation. "Your cock is falling asleep, Joe" said Alison "I will wake it up for you" as she again dragged the shoe across Joe's cock so he could feel each of the forty ripples. After a little while, Joe got up and they had a very intense cuddle. They had never felt so happy. Joe lay on the floor again and wondered how quickly or how slowly Alison would bring him to orgasm. Her strokes were a little faster now and she applied slightly more pressure. There was sufficient pre-cum on the soles to make it more pleasurable. Alison saw Joe really tensing up and mused how easy it seemed to control a big man just with her sneakers. Joe was amazed at Alison's skilled use of the sneakers and how she had quickly learnt how to achieve the best from these new sneakers. Finally Joe grunted as his whole body shuddered in orgasm. He had never felt so good before. He looked as if he was going to roll up into a ball. They then both relaxed. The experience seemed almost beyond their wildest expectations. Joe thanked Alison for a most marvelous experience. Alison was slightly aroused but did not feel like an orgasm. This was one of the advantages of the sneakers. She could both give and derive pleasure, but without the need to come to orgasm. Joe similarly felt under no obligation to arouse her to orgasm. Joe cleaned the soles of her sneakers, wiped the cum from his body and put his trousers back on. Both were very happy. Joe started to think of his round of golf tomorrow and made a mental note to telephone his broker to by some stock in Alison's company. Alison would be seeing her family tomorrow. They would ask if Joe was ready to ask the big question. She would smile sweetly and say "All in good time". She had the world at her feet. Copyright 2000 "Net King" See http://netking29.freeservers.com/country-ripple.htm for a picture. 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