Converse Stories

[flatscrush027]

One of the best novels I’ve read, i was completely engaged with it, please write more like this, it was truly fantastic!

[chucko]

Hey guys! I'm so happy to see this forum back online. I can't believe it's been 12 years since I posted my first story on this thread.
Unfortunately my subreddit just got deleted, but since this forum is back I can start posting my latest long story on here! Ive got a bunch of chapters ready to post in the coming days and weeks.

[chucko]

Posting my latest story! Heads up, this one is LONG. I'll post one chapter at a time, but I'm up to 7 chapters now (working on #8). Might start a little slow, but I promise it picks up!
And giving credit where it's due, this story was heavily inspired by a story on tumblr and literotica called Good Neighbors & Sneakers by user asneakerman.
Enjoy!

The Neighborhood
Chapter 1:
It was 2 o-clock on a beautiful sunny Saturday when John and Danielle pulled their moving truck into the driveway of their new home in Star Hollow. Both in their early 30s, they had met in college, dated for 3 years, and had been married for almost a year. After growing tired of their cramped apartment in the city, they had finally decided it was time to get a real house in the suburbs. John was a writer for an online news site, which allowed him to work from just about anywhere, and Danielle’s job as a manager at a non-profit was only a short commute away. Unlike a lot of men, John was happy to admit that his wife earned a lot more than him, and he loved how passionate she was about her career. It was lucky for them, then, that they’d managed to find a neighborhood nearby that worked for both of them.
Star Hollow was a new development with only a handful of houses. The cul-de-sac was set back into the woods and generally private from the hustle and bustle of the main street. John and Danielle’s realtor had told them that the area was popular with young professionals moving out of the city, and they hoped they’d be able to meet some like-minded folks nearby. Their house was a new construction, with 2 stories, 4 bedrooms, and a modest yard that wouldn’t be too much work to take care of. Danielle had liked that all of the houses were different, unlike some of the cookie cutter developments they had looked at before.
“Home sweet home!” Danielle said cheerfully as she hopped out of the passenger side door. She was wearing her moving clothes, a white tanktop and purple athletic shorts with a comfy pair of pink Nike Free running shoes, and had her short blonde hair held back with a light blue bandana. She was definitely the more energetic and athletic of the two, stemming from her years as a soccer player. John climbed down from the driver’s seat and stretched. He was already sore from loading the truck and wasn’t looking forward to unloading as well. Still, he was glad to be out of the truck.
“Let’s unload the suitcases and get some water before we start hauling boxes.” John suggested. “We can take another walk through the house and strategize where stuff goes.” Really he just wanted to delay the hard work, but he was also excited to see the house again. They had only been in it once before they placed the offer. The housing market in the area was crazy and nice were getting sold after only a few hours on the market.
Fortunately, Danielle was a planner. John had never met someone so organized. She had already made inventory lists of which box went in each room, and even had a spreadsheet of the contents of each box. John had moved a few times before but was looking forward to not having to spend weeks or months looking for things that had wound up in the wrong box. As they walked through their new home Danielle taped the lists to the door of each room. There was John’s office, a guest room for visitors, the Den where Danielle would keep most of her work stuff, and the Master bedroom. Then there was the usual living room, dining room, laundry, and unfinished basement. Danielle had even made lists for each closet.
“Man, this is even bigger than I remember from the showing.” John said with a whistle. They had finished their tour in the huge walk-in-closet off of the master bedroom. The closet was nearly as big as the bedroom in their old apartment and had its own window at the end. The only strange thing had been how much of the closet was taken up by shoe racks. One full wall, nearly 10 feet long and 5 rows high, held angled shelves with a ledge that could only really be used for displaying a massive shoe collection.
“Guess we need to buy some new shoes.” John joked.
“Yeah this is weird.” Danielle replied, “the rest of the house is so perfect but this is such a strange waste of space. I’ll probably plan to take them out and replace them eventually.”
Just then, they were interrupted by the sound of their new doorbell.
“Guess we have guests already?” Daniell said with a shrug. They both made their way out of the closet and downstairs to the front door.
Opening the door, they were met by three people standing on their front porch.
“Hiiii,” the first woman said with a beaming smile. “We were out for a walk and saw the truck and wanted to come welcome you to the neighborhood! I’m Jessica, and this is my husband Drew”. She indicated the man standing behind her. “We live next door!”
“And I’m Paige,” said the other woman, “my husband Mark and I live in the house on the end,” she said pointing. John’s eyebrows raised a little at this. The house she indicated was in the middle of the cul-de-sac, two doors down from John and Danielle, and it was easily twice the size of the others. It had a circular driveway and a massive yard.
John and Danielle introduced themselves and shook hands with everyone. John was a little taken aback. He was used to Danielle being the most attractive woman in any room she was in. She was fit and had a very cute face, extremely pretty light blonde hair and took good care of her body, but the two women on his doorstep were both absolutely gorgeous as well.
They were all around the same age, maybe thirty to thirty five years old. Paige had long dark brown hair, sharp eyes, and the bone structure of a model. Jessica had beautiful red hair and a million dollar smile. She looked like a movie star, John thought. Jessica ws wearing a matching set of teal leggings and a tight workout top. John had to work not to stare at her perfectly toned butt and perky breasts while they made smalltalk.
Paige was wearing skin tight designer jeans and a very fashionable black tee with designer sunglasses on her head. John also noticed that both women were wearing the same pair of black hightop Converse sneakers. They both looked almost brand new. Jessica’s were worn with some white socks that stuck out the tops over the bottom of her leggings, but Paige’s seemed to be sockless. In fact, Drew was also wearing Chuck Taylors, but his were a well worn white pair that look like they’d been his gym shoes for a few years.
Drew was also a good looking guy, John admitted to himself. He had dirty blonde hair and was in pretty good shape. John thought he looked like he could have played Captain America.
The five of them chatted for a bit and Drew explained that he was a software developer for a tech startup who also worked remote, and Jessica was a yoga and fitness instructor. Paige explained that her husband Mark worked in finance, which let her stay at home. That also explained the huge house, John thought, but all of the new neighbors were extremely nice and he was excited that there seemed to be some couples nearby they could befriend.
“I’m so sorry, I have a dinner I have to get ready for, but it was so nice to meet you!” Paige finally said. John checked his watch and was surprised they had been talking for nearly 30 minutes already.
“Hey do you two need a few extra hands with the truck?” Jessica offered, “We’d be happy to help.”
“Oh that would be so great,” Danielle admitted, “I was hoping we could at least get the truck emptied before dinner.”
Jessica and Drew were lifesavers, John thought to himself an hour later. He and Drew were able to carry in the big stuff like the desks and mattress, while the girls were able to get most of the individual boxes. Jessica and Danielle were both athletic and stronger than they looked. John was a little embarrassed that he seemed to be the only one sweaty and out of breath by the time the trucks was empty. Still, he thought to himself, watching Jessica walk up the stairs had been a little treat. He shook himself out of thought, a little ashamed at the thought, but still couldn’t quite get the image of her round ass and toned legs flexing with each step with a heavy box.
“That looks like it! We really can’t thank you guys enough,” Danielle said as John rolled the truck door down and came back inside. “Let us get you dinner, please, it’s the least we can do. We were going to order pizza.”
“Oh please,” Jessica said waving her off, “it’s what good neighbors do!”
“How about this,” Drew chimed in, “you get the pizza and bring it over to our place! We’ve got cold drinks and our kitchen isn’t full of boxes.”
“It’s a deal,” John said eagerly. “I could use a beer.”
Jessica and Drew walked back across the yard to their house while John and Danielle took a few minutes to clean themselves up. John put on a clean shirt and some fresh deodorant. When they walked next door Jessica greeted them at the door. She had also changed out of her leggings and into some short athletic shorts, but was still wearing the hightop black Converse with the white socks.
“Your home is so lovely!” Danielle beamed as they walked inside. Jessica and Danielle began talking at length about decor and furniture, but thankfully Drew offered John a beer and rescued him from that conversation. Soon Jessica was leading them on a tour of the house. Theirs wasn’t quite as big as John and Danielle’s place, but it was still very nice. They had only moved in a year before. Their backyard also had a pool that made John a little jealous.
“No way, you have one of these too?” Danielle said a few minutes later as she peered into the closet in their bedroom. John looked past her and saw another one of those unnecessarily large shoe racks built into the wall.
“Oh my gosh, yes!” Jessica said excitedly. “I love it! I finally have enough room for all our shoes.” She flipped the lights on in the closet and led the others inside. John noted that their closet was just as big as his, if not bigger.
“Oh wow, you have so many!” Danielle exclaimed. It was true. Every inch of the shoe shelves were full. The bottom row held a few basic pairs of heels and sandals, but the rest had to be over 100 pairs of sneakers. John saw Converse in every color of the rainbow, plus a variety of Nikes, Adidas, Keds, and Vans.
“Okay they’re not ALL mine,” Jessica said, blushing, pointing to one row that held a large number of sneakers in more masculine styles, “but I can’t help it! I’m a sneaker girl. They’re so comfortable and I love being able to match them to my outfit!”
“Yeah, we both love them,” Drew chimed in. John could have sworn there was a look exchanged between Drew and Jessica at that moment, but thought nothing of it. “We go shopping together and almost always walk out with something.”
“Oh that’s so cute!” Danielle said with a chuckle, scanning across Jessica’s collection, “Okay I’ll give you that, some of these are really cute” she admitted, eyeing some pastel blue Converse. “This shoe rack is mostly just a waste in our house.”
“Ooooh don’t you worry, give it time and you’ll fill it, girlie.” Jessica said with an infectious laugh. “You can never have too many.”
They made their way back downstairs and poured some fresh drinks just in time for the pizza to arrive. The next two hours or so were spent in friendly conversation enjoying a few more drinks. Finally Danielle declared that they needed to get back home to put the bedroom together so they had somewhere to sleep, but not before making plans with Jessica to join her and Paige for their daily walk the next morning and promising she’d look into Jessica’s yoga class. They said their goodbyes and John and Danielle walked home across the yard happily buzzed from the alcohol and new friendship.
“I’ll get the bed ready if you want to run these boxes up to your office.” Danielle said as they got inside. John groaned remembering all the unpacking work there was still left to do, but knew the faster he got this done the faster they could get settled. He lifted one of the bins labeled Office and hauled it up the stairs.
John’s office was on the second floor at the end of the house. It would be quieter and a little more isolated up there, and it had a window so he could get some natural light and fresh air during the workday. The room was dark when he walked in, and he didn’t have a free hand to flip the switch. Walking to the middle of the room, John set the box down with a thud. Looking around he began to imagine how he wanted the room laid out. Thinking he might want a view from his desk, he walked over to the window to look outside. This end of the house looked out onto Jessica and Drew’s house but also provided a nice view of the entire neighborhood.
A bright light and some movement from next door caught John’s attention. Looking across and down, John realized that he had a perfect view into the big window at the end of Jessica and Drew’s closet. The lights in that closet were spilling out the window across the yard, and the movement he had seen had been Jessica walking in. John was once again struck by how beautiful the redhead was, and it was this distraction that kept him from realizing what was about to happen. Before he knew it, Jessica had peeled her tight sports bra off and her perky breasts sprang free. John immediately felt a pang of guilt. This wasn’t something he should be watching. Yet he couldn’t pull himself away.
Jessica turned and bent down, sliding her shorts and panties down over her ass. John felt his penis swelling in his pants rapidly. She stepped out of the shorts and underwear but strangely had kept her hightop black Converse on the whole time. John watched as she approached the wall of sneakers pensively. She paused and stood with one hip popped out, one arm crossed and one finger tapping her mouth as though she were trying to decide something. She reached out and gently ran her fingers across the toes of each pair of Converse on the shelf in front of her, before pausing on a pink pair. She snatched them off the shelf, and John was bewildered as she quickly brought the shoes to her face and shoving her nose into one of them. Her chest heaved as she inhaled deeply from the shoe. John could see that her eyes were closed as she took a few more deep sniffs. Her far hand moved away and it took John a moment to realize that it had slid down between her legs.
John’s dick was rock hard by now, but he was staring more out of confusion and curiosity than lust. Jessica was clearly rapt in ecstasy as she rubbed the soles of the pink Chucks across her naked breasts with one hand and rapidly rubbed her clit with the other. Her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes remained shut, focusing on the pleasure. She slid the shoes up and nuzzled her cheek against the soles as she slid a finger deep inside her pussy and fingered herself furiously. Just when John thought it couldn’t get any stranger, her tongue slid out and she licked the sole of one All Star all the way from heel to toe. She did so with all the passion of someone licking a giant ice cream cone on a summer day. When she reached the toe her tongue swirled around it and she wrapped her lips around the rubber tip. Her body shuddered as her hand became a blur on her crotch. Her hand slowed and she smiled contently.
When she turned, John suddenly became aware that another shadow had fallen across the closet and Drew came into view. He too was still wearing his white Converse, but he too was otherwise completely naked. Jessica threw her arms around his neck, still holding the pink sneakers, and kissed him deeply. He pulled away after a second, smiling. He said something to Jessica that John couldn’t hear, but then reached over and picked up a pair of what looked like red Jordan sneakers off the shelf. Jessica jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her black Chucks crossing behind his tight butt, and they spun around, both laughing and smiling. Drew turned and walked them back toward the bedroom, each of them with an extra pair of shoes in tow. It wasn’t until the lights in the closet went black that John snapped out of his trance.
John returned to the bedroom in something of a daze, but quickly tucked his erection up into his waistband so that he didn’t have a fully pitched tent. Danielle was just finishing up making the bed.
“Took you long enough. You ready for our first night at home?” Danielle said sweetly, approaching him and putting her arms around his neck. John’s dick throbbed remembering seeing Jessica do the same to Drew. “Oooh, what’s this?” Danielle asked as she pulled him close and his erection brushed against her stomach. She smiled mischievously “I think I know how to take care of this.”
John sighed happily as Danielle pulled her hair back and slid down to her knees. They hadn’t had sex very often since they’d been married, partially because of the thin walls in their old apartment building, but Danielle could still give an expert blowjob. As her lips wrapped around his shaft John felt the tension and stress of the day melt away. Still, as he watched his wife throat his cock he couldn’t get the image of his sexy new neighbors and their weird shoe ritual out of his head, and he didn’t stop thinking about them until he finally fell asleep, one hour and two rounds of sex later.

[Sudsey]

Nice to see the forum is back, and to see we have somewhere to post stories again!

[chucko]

Nice to see the forum is back, and to see we have somewhere to post stories again!

Hey! Welcome back, Sudsey! Excited to see your stories posted again here soon!

[chucko]

The Neighborhood

Chapter 2:
There were enough chores to get done around the house the next morning that John didn’t really give a second thought about what he’d seen the night before until the doorbell rang around noon. John answered and was met by Jessica and Paige, once again in some very fashionable athletic gear. John gulped as he noticed Jessica was wearing the same pink lowtop Chuck Taylors he’d seen her with the night before, and some pink leggings to match. Paige was wearing her black hightops again.
“I’ll be right there!” came a call from upstairs. John heard some rustling and a door open, and Danielle emerged onto the steps. She was also wearing athletic clothes, but hers were much more functional than stylish: a white tee and some blue running shorts with her Nike Frees again. John caught himself looking at her legs and sneakers in a new light for the first time.
“All the unpacking going well?” Jessica asked cheerfully.
“Oh, as good as we could hope.” John said with a shrug, avoiding eye contact with Jessica but finding himself locking eyes with her sneakers instead.
“Ready to go?” Danielle asked as she got to the door. “We’ll be back in a little while, honey,” she said to John. “The girls are going to show me around the area. Call me if you need anything.” She punctuated it with a quick kiss before heading out the door. John watched the three women walk down the steps and turn onto the sidewalk. His eyes lingered on their tight butts and toned legs, with one last glimpse of the two pairs of Converse and one pair of Nikes before he shut the door.
The memory of the night before was starting to excite him again, so John returned to his office and shut the door. He knew no one else was home but it was a force of habit. He’d finally got the wifi set up after spending half the morning on the phone with the cable company, and he’d moved his desk to a spot near the window. As he sat, he realized he’d unintentionally positioned it so that from his seat he had a clear view into Jessica and Drew’s closet window. Thinking about that scene again, he flipped open his laptop and pulled up a browser window.
It had been a little while since he’d watched porn, and typically his tastes were extremely vanilla, so John wasn’t quite sure what to look for. He started simple, search topics like “Women wearing Sneakers”, and “Sneakers in Porn”. Most of what he found were pretty standard porn clips from the major studio sites where the woman happened to be wearing shoes. It was a pretty good start, he thought, and felt himself getting hard quickly. However, there was a nagging curiosity that these weren’t quite satisfying.
His next search was for “Sneaker Kink,” which started to return some better results. He found a lot of clips of women showing off their shoes to the camera, but most of them were domination videos where the woman just insulted the viewer the whole time. That wasn’t really John’s thing. As he pictured Jessica rubbing herself with her Chucks he typed in “Masturbating with Sneakers.”
There weren’t many good results. Most of them were bad home movies of gay men jerking off wearing basketball shoes, but one at the top caught his eye. It was an amateur video and the thumbnail showed a woman sitting with her legs spread wearing white slip-on Vans, and she had a white leather Keds Champion between her legs. He clicked on it immediately. It started seductively, just some teasing and shaking her ass, and showing off her Vans. Her fingers caressed the fabric and rubber gently and she presented the soles to the camera. Next she pulled a blue Keds box into frame and flipped the lid open. Removing one of the sparkling white Champions, she began rubbing herself all over with the sole. The whole time, she was very careful to keep her head completely out of frame. John was disappointed not to see her face, but her body was sexy enough that he couldn’t complain. He slipped his shorts down and his cock sprang free. As the woman in the video moved the toe down and pressed it against her clit, he began pumping his fist up and down his shaft.
The video wasn’t as long as John had wanted, so when the woman shuddered to a climax John was desperate for more. He clicked on the profile and his eyes widened. This woman’s profile contained dozens and dozens of videos featuring sneakers of all kinds. Most of them were masturbation, but John quickly noticed some of the thumbnails featured a man’s hard cock. He clicked one and watched as the woman gave the man a shoejob with some old white lowtop Converse. That one ended with the man blowing a huge load of cum all over the top of her shoes. Another showed the woman slipping a checkerboard Vans sneaker over the man’s cock and cupping his balls in the heel. The couple, whose faces were still never shown, kissed off screen while she jerked the sneaker on his cock.
John was still conscious of how strange the concept was, but he was so turned on he needed a release. He shut the computer and raced to the bedroom. On his way to the bathroom he paused, glancing into the closet. The only shoes Danielle had in there were sandals, dress shoes, or one old ratty pair of running shoes she used for yardwork and hiking. None of them were what he was looking for. He thought she might have some more, but they must still be in boxes. Still, as he entered the bathroom he imagined Danielle lacing up fresh pairs of all the sneakers he had seen online. He started jerking off again as he imagined her in a stylish pair of Nike Dunks, giving him one of her patented blowjobs. He thought about looking down at her soles behind her as he held her head and fucked her throat. Next he imagined the sight of her naked on the bed, squeezing his cock between a pair of Adidas superstars as he pumped away. As he thought about the delight on her face as he splattered the leather with cum, he felt himself fire hot jets into the sink in real life too.
His knees felt weak and his head swam a little as he cleaned himself up and wiped down the sink. Still, his usual post-nut clarity hadn’t completely eliminated the thought of sneakers. When he had finally cleaned up the last of the evidence, he became aware of how much time had passed since the girls had left. Sure enough, as he flushed the last of the tissue down the toilet he heard the bedroom door open.
“Honey?” Danielle asked.
“Yup! One sec!” John said, cursing under his breath at how close he had cut it. “How was your walk?” He asked as he emerged from the bathroom.
“Great! This is such a nice area.” Danielle beamed. “How did unpacking go? I saw you got some stuff out in the office.”
“Uh, yeah, had to call the cable company again so I didn’t get much else done,” John lied quickly, “but it’s all working now! Are you going to join them for their walk every day?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“I think it’ll have to only be on weekends, unfortunately. They usually go when I’m in the office.” Danielle said with a sigh as she started organizing some clothes on the bed. “But Jess has invited me to one of her fitness classes in the evening and I think I’m going to check it out tomorrow. I’m so excited to start working out again.”
“Yeah, that’ll be great!” John said. He felt a pang of jealousy that his wife was going to get to see Jessica hot and sweaty all the time, but shook off the feeling.
By the time they went to bed on Sunday night John and Danielle had managed to get all their boxes unpacked, so as Monday rolled around they began to settle into what would become their usual routine. Danielle would leave for the office in the morning, and John would bring his coffee up to his office. He’d usually answer his emails first thing, and sometimes would have a meeting before lunch. Still, it was nice to have no commute and work in his pajamas, John thought.
He also had another routine he enjoyed. Every day in the early afternoon he’d watch out the window as Jessica would emerge from her front door and walk over to the big house. Paige would come out and meet her and they would walk together around the cul-de-sac at least once, chatting animatedly, before heading up the street. Paige was usually wearing her usual stylish clothes and either her black Converse or some white Adidas Stan Smiths with no socks. Jessica, however, had a different pair of sneakers every day. John counted three pairs of Converse, both high and low, one pair of white Keds, and a pair of black Vans Authentics. Her sneakers were always coordinated with some tight athletic gear.
John’s newfound interest in sneakers was only growing as time went on. He found himself getting distracted during the workday picturing Jessica in her shoes, and every time he glanced out his office window he was reminded of the view into her closet and the scene he’d witnessed. Danielle had also started attending Jessica’s fitness class three times a week, so she would arrive home a little sweaty, but wearing her short running shorts and her Nikes. She seemed to really be enjoying it and would gush at dinner over how good a teacher Jessica was, and also how good of shape Jessica was in.
On Friday afternoon John was just watching Paige and Jessica pass out of sight beyond the house on the corner when he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Danielle at work.
“Running some errands after work before the gym. Jess and Drew invited us to dinner in town. Meet at Dan’s Tavern at 6?” it read. John replied with a thumbs up emoji, his thoughts drifting to the pair of white platform Converse that he had just seen Jessica wearing as she left her house.
At 6 on the dot, John walked into Dan’s Tavern, a bar a few blocks away from the new house. It was a pretty chill place with a big selection of local beers and a menu of delicious, greasy looking food. There were a bunch of TVs showing sports and the waitresses were all cute and, John noticed, most of them were wearing sneakers. He once again snapped out of it and noticed Drew waving at him from a high top table near the bar.
The girls hadn’t arrived yet, but Drew had ordered a beer and John got one too. They swapped the usual smalltalk about work and the sports on the TV, and John was reminded how well he got along with his new neighbor. Drew was easygoing and very charismatic, but never came across as aggressive or macho the way a lot of guys John knew did.
“Hey do you have anything going on this Sunday?” John asked.
“Nothing I know of!” Drew replied. “I think Jess wants me to do some stuff around the house tomorrow but Sunday I was just going to watch football.”
“Same here!” John said excitedly. “I was going to make chili. Come over and have a beer and we’ll watch the game.”
“Sounds great! The ladies have been doing so much this week, I’ve been feeling left out. Speaking of, here they are!” Drew said, raising his head toward the door.
Jessica’s long red hair and Danielle’s light blonde were both immediately visible through the restaurant. The girls were chatting happily and laughing at something. They both smiled and waved when they saw their husbands at the table and began to make their way over. John was suddenly aware that he was still sitting across from Jessica’s husband, and his wife was in the room, but he still couldn’t help but crane his neck to see what Jessica was wearing as she appeared through the crowd. Sure enough, she was wearing a long sleeved workout top with white leggings with the crisp white platform Converse hightops that John had seen before.
His mind started to drift to what he could imagine seeing her do with those shoes through her closet window when another flash of white caught his eye and brought him crashing back to earth. As Danielle squeezed through the crowded bar behind Jessica and appeared smiling at John, he saw that she had changed her clothes. Her old college sweatshirt was one that he recognized but below that she was wearing a tight pair of black bike shorts that John had never seen before. And on her feet his wife was sporting a pair of brand new hightop black Converse.

[ShoeBrett47]

So happy you're reposting this story!! I've missed it a lot since the original forum died, please keep posting the next chapters!

[fwlolbroek]

oh he's back! And with a great story, I missed these!

[chucko]

The Neighborhood

Chapter 3:
“Shit!” John swore loudly as his beer tipped over and spilled the last few ounces across the table. He and Drew both jumped up as the liquid spilled off the table. They both grabbed napkins and dabbed up the spill, but John was still a little dazed. His clumsiness had come from the surprise of seeing his wife wearing a brand new pair of Converse sneakers.
A week ago he wouldn’t have thought twice about a pair of shoes, but accidentally seeing Jessica sexualize her sneakers through the window in her closet had awakened something in him. He was starting to notice them wherever he went, and he’d even found porn that heavily involved the sexualization of sneakers as well. Still, that had been a fantasy life in his head. Seeing Danielle in some attractive shoes had sent his mind reeling.
“Ah! Not on my new shoes!” Danielle squealed, jumping back from the drips of beer coming from the table.
“Haha, can’t have that!” John said, forcing himself to smile and act naturally. “Those are pretty sweet, you go shopping, babe?” he asked casually, or as close to it as he could.
“Yes!” She replied cheerfully, “Jessica has been kicking my butt in the gym and has been telling me about how I needed better shoes for lifting.”
“Also they look so cute!” Jessica chimed in. “I couldn’t believe she didn’t have a pair of Chucks already.”
“Blasphemy!” Drew said, feigning outrage. “Everybody has to have a pair.”
“Hey, I don’t.” John replied. “You two have a huge shoe collection! I feel like we need to up our game!”
“You definitely do.” Jessica said matter-of-factly.
“Well I like these a lot,” Danielle said, admiring her new shoes, “so we’ll see if I get more.”
The spill finally cleaned up, the two couples finally sat and ordered dinner. It was nice for John and Danielle to relax and socialize, and they felt sure this tavern would be a regular spot for them. They each had a few drinks and spent the next few hours laughing and talking, losing track of time until they finally decided they needed to get home.
Thankfully, it was only a few blocks, so the group all walked together. The girls walked ahead, laughing loudly and stumbling a little from the drinks. John hung behind and watched the two beautiful women ahead of him. Their sneakers shone in the street lights and their tight workout leggings and shorts showed off their round, athletic asses and sexy legs. Drew walked alongside him, wearing his old worn jeans and a pair of equally worn mustard yellow hightop Vans.
“Hey if you wanna join the cool shoe club, just say the word,” Drew said suddenly, surprising John. He must have noticed John absentmindedly staring at everyone’s sneakers, John thought.
“Haha, yeah, I guess I need a pair of something cooler than these.” John said, trying to sound casual, looking down at his ratty old running shoes. “Are those comfortable?” he asked, pointing to Drew’s Vans.
“Absolutely! What size do you wear?” Drew asked, “I’m size 11 and I’ve got a handful of pairs that I pretty much never wear. You’re welcome to borrow some whenever you want.”
John considered refusing at first, not wanting to impose or seem impolite. He also remembered the sight of Drew walking into the closet, naked and hard, wearing just his old worn white Converse, and how he and Jessica had seemed to involve their shoe collection in whatever romantic activities were about to ensue. He opened his mouth to refuse, but he felt his manhood stirring in his pants. He looked again at his wife in her sexy new Converse and felt a swelling of courage.
“You know what? That would be great!” He said confidently. He felt his cheeks flush a little and was grateful that it was dark outside.
“Hell yeah. I’ll bring em over tomorrow.” Drew said cheerfully. “Hear that hon? We might have some shelf space now.”
“Ooooh yay!” Jessica said, flashing her brilliant smile. “That means we can go shopping again!” She and Danielle both laughed.
They said their goodbyes as they reached John and Danielle’s mailbox and walked up to their respective houses. Now that they were alone, he could admire his wife’s new workout gear much more openly. As they got into the kitchen he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck.
“Oooh, hello stranger,” Danielle cooed.
“Mmmmm” John replied as he slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me. I’ll lock up and meet you in a second.” She said, pulling away and turning toward him.
John groaned with joking disappointment but kissed her and smiled. He practically ran upstairs, his mind already racing with the images of all of the depraved sneaker sex he’d seen the couple on the internet having, and imagining his wife in place of the woman, her new hightops waving in the air as they did it. He climbed into bed and stripped down to his boxers, eager for Danielle to return.
A minute or two later he heard footsteps on the stairs and the door creaked open slowly. The dim light of the room shone on his wife’s naked body in the frame. Strangely, John felt his heart sink a little.
“Hope you don’t mind I’m still a little sweaty,” she said, holding out her clothes in a bundle in her hand. “But I won’t be needing these.” She tossed the bundle on the floor, and John heard the thump of something solid hitting the ground. Sure enough, her new sneakers were just poking out of the pile, barely visible under the black leggings. Danielle had taken the new Chucks off.
John felt a pang of disappointment seeing his wife’s bare feet, but he didn’t have long to let it bother him. She was on him in a flash as they locked lips and entwined bodies. It had been a little while since they’d had sex, but they still knew what the other liked. Still, John felt hungrier tonight than usual, more animalistic.
After a few minutes of heavy kissing and touching, he suddenly flipped Danielle’s legs up and dove facefirst into her pussy. She gasped in surprise and delight. John knew he didn’t go down on her as often as he probably should, but tonight he wanted to taste all of her. He slopped his tongue all over her most sensitive bits as she moaned in pleasure and gripped the sheets. His face was soon smeared with his own saliva and her juices.
“Fuck, I need you in me, baby,” Danielle groaned forcefully, her chest heaving. John didn’t wait to be asked again. Looking up from his wife’s pussy he saw her new shoes on the floor and felt a rush of adrenaline. Throwing her legs over his shoulders he lined his throbbing cock up to her opening and plunged it inside. Both of them cried out in pleasure.
Danielle’s blonde hair was a mess and she was roughly folded in half, but her eyes were still lolling with ecstasy as John fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. John had never seen her look so sexy, but he also couldn’t tear his eyes away from her new sneakers on the floor.
A while later, John had lost track of how long they’d been at it. They had changed positions three or four times, but every time John had made sure he was still facing toward the black Converse, tempting him from the pile of clothes across the room. He was fucking Danielle furiously from behind when she finally tensed and shuddered and cried out. Her legs clamped together as she came one final time. Still, John wasn’t finished.
“Mmm-mmm” Danielle grunted as she scrabbled off the bed and onto the floor. She knelt a few feet from the bed and John followed right behind her. She had barely gotten to her knees when John’s hard cock reached her face and she swallowed it down. Her throat made a pornographic “gluck gluck” sound as she bobbed her head onto his rod as fast as she could. John’ gripped her blonde hair and his hips gyrated, pushing his dick as deep into his wife’s throat as she could handle with each thrust. Her blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly but his gaze remained fixed on her new sneakers.
“Fuuuuuuccckkkk” John cried out as the cum welled up his shaft and poured into Danielle’s mouth. His whole body locked up and shuddered and Danielle’s throat gulped greedily. His legs finally gave out and he stumbled, finally pulling himself free from his wife’s mouth. A little cum dribbled out of the corner of her lips as she gave one last swallow. He fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Danielle smiled deviously and crawled onto him. They cuddled wordlessly for a long time, still recovering.
“Hmmmm, what got into you tonight?” Danielle asked, finally stirring.
“I uh… don’t know,” John replied, glancing at the shoes on the floor “Sorry about that. I think I got a little overzealous.”
“Sorry? Sweetie, I haven't cum like that in years!” Danielle said, laughing aloud. “That was incredible.”
Eventually John dragged himself to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned ready for bed, the pile of clothes and the shoes on the floor were gone. He could hear Danielle in the giant closet and she soon emerged in her pajamas and joined him in bed.
On Sunday afternoon, John was just finishing moving some of the empty boxes to the attic when he heard the doorbell ring.
“I got it!” Danielle called out from the kitchen.
As he went downstairs, he heard voices and was unsurprised to see Jessica and Paige in the kitchen with Danielle. Instinctively, he craned his neck to check out their shoes behind the counter. Sure enough, his wife was dressed for the gym and was wearing her fresh black Converse. He felt his dick twitch and begin to swell in his sweatpants. Jessica had on white hightop Chucks with platform soles, and Paige was wearing a new pair of hightop Nike’s that John didn’t recognize.
“Time for the gym already?” He asked casually as the women looked in his direction.
“Yup!” Danielle said excitedly.
“Drew is on his way over in a minute,” Jessica added, flashing a smile.
“Where’s Mark? He’s a football fan too right?” Danielle asked, turning to Paige.
“He’s out of town for work till the end of the month” Paige said with a sigh. “But I’m sure he’d be happy to join once he’s back.”
Sure enough, as the women made their way out the front door, they crossed paths with Drew walking up with his arms full of paper bags.
“You boys have fun and behave!” Jessica called to them.
“We will! Love you sweetie” Drew called back. Before stepping inside the front door.
“What’s all this!?” John asked, seeing the bags.
“Oh I brought all the goodies!” Drew said excitedly. “Two six packs of the most generic beer I could find, a few dozen grocery store buffalo wings, chips, celery, salsa, everything you need for Game Day. You got the game on yet?” he asked.
“Way ahead of you, have a seat!” Drew said, pointing to the bigscreen TV in the living room.
“Be right there, let me unpack this” Drew replied, handing him a beer. John returned to his favorite seat on the couch. He heard rustling from the kitchen and a minute later Drew entered with a beer, a plate of wings, and a large paper shopping bag. He was wearing an old white t-shirt with his football team’s logo on it, some lightweigh workout shorts that were probably shorter than John would wear, and his beat-up white hightop Converse.
“Hey is this a shoes-off or shoes-on kinda house?” he said, “Now that you’re moved in and the place is cleaned up I never asked.”
John paused a moment. In the past he would have always said shoes-off, but looking at Drew’s sneakers he felt a strange flutter in his stomach.
“Whatever you want, man.” He replied casually. “I know how you two love your shoes.”
“Hey, I got you hooked up though!” Drew said excitedly, holding up the bag in his hand. “You said you wanted to borrow a few pairs?”
“Oh, damn, yeah, I forgot about that!” John said, perking up.
“I got you, man,” Drew replied with a grin. “Do you have any preference? I brought a variety.”
“Oh jeez, I don’t know,” John replied nervously. “I know Converse, obviously, and like general brands, but you’re the sneaker expert here.”
“No problem! I can give you the rundown.” Drew explained. He pulled out a pair of mustard yellow suede hightop shoes that John had seen but didn’t know well. “These are Vans Sk8 Hi’s. One of my favorite styles. I just got a new pair of these exact ones so I figured you could use my spares.” He handed them to John.
“These are pretty cool!” John said, trying to sound casual, but he could feel his heart racing. There were butterflies in his stomach for reasons he couldn’t explain, and he could feel his dick begin to stir at the thought of sneakers of his own.
“Okay these aren’t really my style but they’re pretty popular right now,” Drew said, pulling out some hightop white leather Nikes with a black swoosh. John recognized the same model that Paige had been wearing earlier. “These are called Blazers.”
“Oh these are sick!” John said as he took the sneakers and turned them over in his hands.
“And then everybody’s gotta have a pair of the classics!” Drew said excitedly, and pulled out a pair of red hightop Converse. “You said you know these.”
“Oh man, of course!” John said, feeling another flutter in his stomach as he reached for the Chucks. “I can’t believe I never had these as a kid.”
“Me neither! They’re the best.” Drew said as he looked into the bag. “I didn’t know if you wanted hightop or lowtop so I also grabbed you these. They’re a little older but you might prefer them” he added, and pulled out a pair of worn gray lowtop Converse as well.
“Man this is too much, are you sure?” John said, flushing slightly as he took the final pair.
“Hell yeah, dude,” Drew said with an earnest smile, “I’m happy to loan them out! I have so many that I can never wear them all. Plus I think you’ll like these. They kind of go with any style.”
“Seriously, I appreciate it man,” John said.
“Well, try em on and see how you like them!” Drew encouraged. After a moment of consideration, John decided to slide on the Nike Blazers and lace them up.
“Very cool, man.” Drew said happily. “They look great.”
John agreed as they sat back and started watching the game. Still, he found himself distracted from football. Both of them had their feet up on the coffee table and John couldn’t help but stare at their sneakers. He spent the next hour in an odd state of half-arousal. He flexed his toes inside the shiny new Nikes and he found himself watching the way Drew crossed his Chucks, tapped his toes, and occasionally flexed the soles as well.
At halftime of the game they had both had a few beers and John was feeling wonderfully tipsy, but his arousal wasn’t getting any better. He was absentmindedly running his finger over the extra pairs of sneakers next to him on the couch. His mind was drifting to the memory of watching Drew and Jessica have their strange sneaker sex in their closet.
“You gotta try those Chucks, man,” Drew reminded him, and John suddenly realized how long he’d been silently eyeing his shoes. “They’re the best.”
“Yeah Danielle really seems to like hers,” John said with a casual laugh, but his cock was rock hard in his shorts. “They look really good.” He added, a bit nervously.
“They sure do,” Drew replied enthusiastically. “I’ve always loved a woman in sneakers.” He added matter-of-factly, “Jess was wearing a pink pair the first time we met and she looked incredible.”
John was a little shocked that Drew was being so open about it, but he had to remind himself that their sexual encounter in the closet had been private. Still, the thought of sneakers had completely consumed him and he needed a release.
“I’m going to go put these away and grab some more food before the second half starts.” John declared, standing up, “can I get you anything?”
“Nope, just gonna hit the bathroom. Down the hall on the left, yeah?” Drew asked. John nodded and whisked the armful of sneakers upstairs.
When he got to the bedroom John quickly closed the door with his foot. The armful of sneakers was squeezed against his chest and the smell of musty rubber and canvas was filling his nostrils. His cock was fitting to burst out of his shorts. He ran across the room into the bathroom, holding the shoes tighter to him. He leaned his head down and inhaled more of the rubbery sneaker smell as he did. He needed to cum so badly.
The three pairs of shoes were dumped onto the bathroom counter as he desperately freed his dick and kicked off his shorts and underwear. His mind went back to the videos he had been watching earlier this week, and he remembered seeing the woman put a slipon Van over the man’s cock and jerk him off. He grabbed one of the gray lowtop Converse from the pile and roughly shoved his dick inside. He groaned at the odd feeling of the canvas enveloping his manhood. Thinking back to the video, he carefully placed his balls into the heel of the shoe so that it hung in place comfortably. He paused for just a moment to admire his work before the urge overtook him again. He grabbed the sneaker tightly with one hand and began fucking deep into the toe. It felt incredible and John let out a whimpering cry of pleasure. He looked at the other shoes on the counter and the yellow Vans caught his eye. Keeping one hand on the Chuck he was fucking, he grabbed one of the mustard colored Sk8 Hi’s with the other and lifted it to his face. He caught a whiff of the rubber again and plunged his nose into the opening for more. He inhaled like his life depended on it, smelling the stale scent of sweat mix with that of the fabric.
The Blazers on his feet squeaked on the tile floor as he fucked the gray sneaker, and John pulled the Van from his face to get a breath of fresh air. That’s when he looked inside. The shoe was worn enough that the logo had long since disappeared, but he noticed a large blotchy stain across the insole. It didn't look like any sweat stain he’d ever seen before, but in his frantic horny state he didn’t have the energy to think about it any deeper. He raised the shoe back to his nose and began desperately inhaling again. The gray shoe on his cock had become a blur and he had lost control entirely. He hadn’t considered how this would end, nor did he care. He didn’t even slow down or try to pull the sneaker off as he felt the cum well up from deep in his balls and race up his shaft. He exploded all the way into the toe of the lowtop All Star, his strangled cry muffled by the Van on his face. Pulse after pulse of semen pumped into the sneaker and dripped down into the heel.
It took John a few seconds to even register what he’d done, but he quickly dropped the yellow skate shoe and wrenched the Converse from his dick. It took him a few minutes to clean himself up and he did his best to stuff toilet paper into the messy sneaker. He flushed the evidence and quickly took the shoes over to the closet and placed them on the rack. He kicked off the Blazers too. A sense of embarrassment had kicked in and he didn’t want to think about the shoes any more, at least while Drew was still over. It had probably been a conspicuously long time, but Drew didn’t mention it when John walked back into the living room.
Thankfully the second half of the football game passed with minimum distraction on that front. By the end John and Drew were both nicely buzzed and having a passionate conversation about action movies. They were only interrupted by the sound of Danielle getting home. She called hello from the front door but disappeared up the stairs before John could see her.
“Ah, that’s my cue,” Drew said, standing up from the couch. The game had already ended. “Jessica had a honey-do list for me this weekend so I’d probably better head out now that they’re back.”
“Hey this was great, man” John said as he walked Drew to the door. “We gotta do this more often.”
“For sure!” Drew said with a smile, “there are a few guys in the neighborhood who get together for drinks regularly. I’ll hit you up next time we meet.”
Later that day, John was in his office finishing up some work, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the sneakers Drew had brought earlier. He glanced out the window toward the closet window next door, but it was dark. Sure enough, he saw Drew pushing a lawnmower around the back yard and Jessica was kneeling in her garden. Both were wearing dirty white hightop Converse.
Absent-mindedly, he pulled up his web browser and started searching for sneaker porn again. He thought back to the yellow Vans that were sitting in his closet and narrowed his search terms. Sure enough, a video popped up in his feed. It was the same account he had seen before, with the attractive, anonymous couple. The description said “Hot yellow Vans play ends in a messy cumshot”. Danielle was down in the kitchen, John could hear her. As quietly as he could he slipped down the hall, rushed to the closet, grabbed the yellow Vans, and returned. He closed the door behind him and quickly kicked off his shorts.
The video began with the woman, face hidden out of frame, sitting in front of the camera nude and gently fingering herself while she showed off her pair of yellow and white checkerboard slip on Vans. They looked brand new. Soon the man walked into frame, wearing a pair of mustard yellow Vans Sk8 Hi’s, exactly like the pair John had in his lap. The man’s cock was already rock hard, and the woman reached out to stroke it. As she did she slipped off one of her own sneakers and held it up to her face. It was out of frame but John could hear her smelling the shoe deeply. She continued to softly stroke her man’s cock with one hand and held the shoe out to his face as well. He moaned softly as he sniffed it. When he had taken a few deep whiffs, she brought it down and pressed the toe against her pussy. When she did, the man carefully slipped one of his own hightops off as well.
They repeated the smelling ritual, both taking deep breaths from the inside of the worn Sk8 Hi shoe, all while the woman continued jerking him and rubbing herself. John never took his eyes off the video, but he lifted one of the yellow shoes to his face and smelled it too. Eventually, the man put his hands behind his back and allowed the woman to take charge. She took one sneaker in each hand, one high and one low top, and began teasing his hard cock. She stroked the shaft with the rubber soles and circled the head with the canvas toes. This continued for several minutes and had John completely enthralled to watch. John copied her movements, running the rubber sole and velvety fabric up and down his own erection. He was getting very close, and he could tell that the man in the video was as well. He heard the man moaning and the woman cooing quietly to him, asking if he wanted to cum on a hot yellow Van sneaker. The man replied “yes” in a breathy, desperate voice.
Setting the hightop yellow shoe on the bed next to her the woman began to jerk the man’s cock quickly, trying to milk the cum from him. She held her own slip-on Van under the head of his dick, directly in the splash zone. She began quietly talking dirty to him, begging him to cover the shoe in his hot jizz, telling him how much of a mess he was going to make. However, right as the man began moaning loudly, she dropped her own shoe and snatched the spare hightop off the bed. She managed to get it up just in time for the man to squirt a massive load of cum into the opening. Several more drops splattered across the laces as the man shook and the woman laughed.
John watched in awe as the cum splattered the insole of the man’s own sneaker. When the man had finally finished, the woman lifted the shoe to her mouth and loudly slurped a glob of extra cum off of the outside. John wished he could see her face as she did it. Then she held the shoe up to her man who, to John’s surprise, also seemed to take a few licks. Sure enough, when she returned the shoe to frame, the outside was clean of any marks, save a few wet spots. Still, John continued to jerk his cock and look at the shoe on the screen and the one in his hand, imagining himself in that position, and felt the cum beginning to well up within him.
Then the woman turned the opening of the shoe toward the camera and pulled open the tongue to show off inside. The cum had soaked into the insole in a large blob in the heel. John’s eyes widened. He looked down at the shoe in his hand, the left shoe just like the one on the video, and looked inside. The exact same blob stain marked the inside of the sneaker Drew had lent him earlier that day, the one he had been smelling and jerking off with. The sneaker on the video was Drew’s. The man in the video was Drew. The woman on the video was Jessica. John came immediately.
It took him minutes to recover. The video remained paused on the shot of the shoe’s insole. John’s mind was reeling. He hastily put his messy cock away and spun in his desk chair. Out the window he could still see Jessica in the garden, her old white Converse half buried in dirt as she knelt and pulled weeds. John could only imagine what kind of things those shoes had seen. Drew pushed the lawnmower up the driveway. Glancing up, he seemed to notice John framed in the window. Getting Jessica’s attention, he waved up at him. Jessica turned and gave him a gleaming smile and a wave as well. All John could do was weakly wave back.