mature woman from next door

I heard the key in the lock and rushed for the door. Finally mom had come home. To my surprise it was the woman from next door who had entered our flat. She apologized that mom was coming home very late and had phoned her to take care of me until then. I looked at our neighbor in disbelieve and fascination because I had never seen her in a dress like this and wearing so fancy shoes. The red polish on her toenails shimmering through the pantyhose attracted me somehow. I was confused because I never liked girls until that moment and now I was filled with an unfamiliar feeling about the woman from next door. She smiled at me and it made me feel good but also embarrassed me. So I lowered my head and looked at her beautiful feet again. Our neighbor asked why I was staring at her feet, if something was wrong with them or if she should take her shoes off when she entered our apartment. I just gazed at her feet looking so smooth and beautiful to me that I was eager to be closer to them, touch them even kiss them. She asked me with a beguiling voice if I would take of her shoes. I hesitated. Our neighbor said in a friendly tone she wouldn’t hurt me and I could come closer and kneel to help her take off her shoes. She placed one foot on the instep of the other. The lure of her feet was so strong I couldn’t control myself anymore, dropped to my knees and crawled closer to her like alildawgy. An unfamiliar new urge in my lap urged me to shove my face closer to her feet and I I could hear her above me calling me a “good boy” like I was her puppy. To be exact: From that day I was her puppy.