She turned sideways in the car and took off her sandals then wiggled her toes on the seat as I looked and said, "Do they really turn you on or are you just saying that?" I didn't say a word; I just slid the leg of my shorts up and showed her my raging hard-on. Her eyes got REAL big and I said, "Are you convinced now?" Her eyes stayed riveted on my 8 ½" hard-on which I began to slowly stroke. She told me to pull over. I was a little apprehensive, thinking I had just fucked this deal up, and I found a place to pull over. Once I was stopped, she didn't say a word; she just leaned over and began giving me the most wonderful blowjob. After a few minutes, she raised up and asked me what I liked to do with feet. I told her I could show her if she liked and she said yes as she continued to stroke my cock.
I asked her to put her feet in my lap and she did. She started to rub my shaft and balls with her feet and said, "Now what do I do?" I told her that was a good start and she said she had never done anything like this before. I asked her if I could suck her toes and she raised her left foot up to my mouth. As I began to enjoy the taste, sight and smell of her lovely young feet and toes, she continued to rub my cock with her right foot. She also began to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. I went to suck the toes on her right foot and once they were drenched, I put both feet back on my cock. She started to work my cock over with her toes like a pro. All the while asking me if she was doing it right and she wasn't sure. I told she was doing fine and just to keep going. Her eyes never strayed from the first foot job she was giving and she continued to rub herself which by now was directly on her clit since she had pulled her panties aside.I felt myself getting close to Cumming and asked her if I could cum on her toes. She said yes she wanted to watch it and feel it. I asked her to put my cock between her toes on her right foot and stroke away. She moved her foot back to my mouth and asked me to suck on the toes again first. I did for about a minute and she then placed my cock between her toes. Within about two minutes I was past the point of stopping and I told her I was going to cum. She moaned and kept the stroking going as I began to shoot. The first two squirts hit her on the thigh and side of her face. The next five dribbled through her toes and drenched her pretty red polish. Her toes got a little lube from all the cum on them and she kept going. I felt another orgasm coming on and she just kept going and I started to shoot again. More cum shot out and she put my cock between both feet and slowed down her strokes.I thought I was finished and then she gave me the ultimate compliment. She spread her feet apart and leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth and cleaning it completely. She then leaned back and licked her feet and toes clean too. Just the sight of that started to get me hard all over again but I was short on time and I didn't think I could cum anymore that night. She smiled and gave me her phone number and asked if she could see me again soon. I told her sure and we made a date for the weekend. I got her to the bar quickly and thanked her for a wonderful time. She smiled and said, "The pleasure was all mine. My roommate has always told me that footmen are the best lovers and you are the first one I have ever met. I definitely want to experience more! Don't forget to call me."I had several more dates with Janet but that's another tale for another day!
47.
Daniele
"I'm going to get barefoot," said Daniele as she kicked off her shoes.
"Mind if I join you?" asked Regan.
"Of course not," laughed Daniele. "Sit down and relax and I'll pour us a glass of wine."
Regan sat on the sofa, unlaced her sneakers and peeled off her socks. Her feet were hot and tired. She was glad that her car was in the shop and that Daniele had taken her to work. Her husband would be working late this evening and she was in no hurry to get home. The stopover at Daniele's house was welcome. Daniele brought the wine and sat down beside her. They propped their tired, bare feet on the coffee table as they sipped it.
"What I need is a good cold wade in a creek," sighed Regan.
"There's one within walking distance if you're not too tired," said Daniele.
They changed from their business attire into shorts and T-shirts and headed for the creek. The grass under their naked soles as refreshing, as was the thought of the cold running stream. It was a lovely shaded spot and the water was Chrystal clear. They sat on the bank and slipped their feet into the water. It was heavenly. Then Daniele inadvertently brushed her toes across Regan's petite foot. Regan laughed and began to brush against Daniele's feet. In no time, they were giggling and splashing each other.
"We're playing tootsie underwater!" remarked Daniele. "Isn't this kind of kinky?"
"Oh, we're just two barefoot girls dangling our toes in the water," replied Regan. "It does feel kind of good though."
When they got back to the house, they sank back on the sofa. Daniele looked at Regan and asked, "Would you like me to rub your feet?"
"Oh, you don't have to do that," said Regan.
"No, I want to," she replied. She sat on the floor and took Regan's feet in her hands. "Just lie back and relax. I'm good at this."
Regan closed her eyes and sighed as she felt Daniele's fingers run between her toes and massage her instep, sole and ankles. Then she felt something wet. She looked up and giggled. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm nibbling your toes," said Daniele.
"Why?"
"They just looked like they would good to nibble on. Want to try mine?"
"I can't believe we’re doing this!" said Regan. She and Daniele were lying opposite each other on Daniele's bed with their toes in each other's mouths...
"It does feel good, though. And I know something that would feel better. Let's put our toes on our tits."
"Daniele! Do you do this all the time?"
"I've never done it with a woman before, but playing with your feet while we were wading really got me turned on.”
"That's kind of les, isn't it?"
"This isn't sex. We're just playing with each other's tootsies...and tities."
They both sat up on the bed and took off their T-shirts. Neither was wearing a bra. Soon, they were teasing each other's nipples with their toes. And moaning with pleasure.
"You want to try it?" asked Daniele.
"Try what? Oh, you can't be serious!"
"We've gone this far. Let's get barefoot all over."
They stripped off their shorts and their panties. They began gently touching their pussies with their freshly-licked toes. In no time, both were in the heat of passion. "I don't believe this!" cried Regan. "I'm coming!"
"So am I. I'm coming hard. Stick your toe in my pussy."
They couldn't go in deep, but the thought of even doing it made for an awesome, unreal orgasm. They screamed in pleasure, and then fell back on the bed."
"You're right," said Regan. "That wasn't sex. It was ecstasy."
48.
The Blond Lady
I had always been attracted by Blond women, but my first sexual experience with one happened when I was 25. She was a 35-year old Singaporean woman, named Trudy, who lived two apartments from me in my building. I met her while she was moving into the building, and had helped her carry some boxes to her apartment. She invited me in for coffee, out of appreciation for my help. Through our conversation, I discovered that, while she had been born in Singapore, she had lived all over Asia, China, Japan, Malaysia, as well as several cities in the US. She was a very interesting lady, and we developed a casual (non-sexual) friendship over several months. I found her appealing, but never found the appropriate occasion to cross that sexual line. She was about 5'5" and a thin 110 pounds. She was not very attractive by Western standards, with very small breasts and almost no butt. Her legs were long for her body, but were not very shapely. She had rather cute face, and GORGEOUS feet. They were large in proportion to the rest of her body, about size 8, fairly narrow, with long toes. I noticed that when she stretched, her toes would separate from each other, which I found sexy.
One evening, I had planned a small get-together for some friends from my
office. Trudy was new to the city, and only knew a few people, so I invited her to join our little party. She did, and we all had a great time. Around 11:00, my guests left, but Trudy remained. Trudy and I always had interesting conversations, and this evening we were discussing the differences between Blond and Western cultures. She thought that the Asia cultures were far superior to the Western cultures, and I took the opposite position. As we continued our heated, but friendly debate, she mentioned how prudish Westerners are regarding sex, especially Americans. I was taken aback a bit. In the few months of our relationship, sex had never come up. I wasn't sure how to respond. My hesitation gave her an opening to say, "See, you're uncomfortable, just by mentioning it, which proves my point." She proceeded to explain how sex is more accepted as a normal life function in Asia, with less taboos than in the West. As she continued explaining the cultural differences to me, my own personal inhibitions about revealing my foot affection came to mind.
I glanced at her feet. She was wearing black high-heeled sandals with very thin straps that showed off her feet exquisitely. They left her in-step completely bare, which gave me a great view of her lovely arches. My mind wondered a bit, fantasizing about her feet, but I heard her say something about Blonds differentiating between sex and love, rather than Western ideas of coupling them together. I tried explained that all Westerners do not necessarily couple them together, and so forth and so on. She went on about Blonds having healthier sex lives than Westerners, but what really got my attention was her question, "Do you have a healthy sex life?" "I think so," responded. "You seem so uncomfortable talking about it, so inhibited." Well, I never considered myself sexually inhibited, so I defended myself, saying, "I am not uncomfortable (I really was.), I just think some things are personal."
Well, let's see," she said, "What turns you on sexually?" She smiled in a way that let me know that she was enjoying making me uncomfortable. "Lots of things," I said vaguely. "Like what? What are your biggest turning on" she said, pressing me for an answer. "Your beautiful feet," I thought to myself, but I said nothing. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I will tell you something that turns me on, then you tell me something that turns you on. OK, I'll start. I love making love in the shower. Your turn." OK, now we are going make a game of it. "I like making love on the beach (I was lying)," I replied. "I like being massaged all over," she said. "I like giving massages all over," I answered. She smiled. "I like sucking on a man's nipples," she added. Was this a chance to open up about my foot fetish? If I told her, how would she respond? She was obviously open about sex; she would understand. What's the worst that could happen? She could think I am a pervert and never see me again. I decided to take a chance. I looked directly in her eyes and said, "I love to suck toes." I felt very uncomfortable saying it, but I tried hard to hide my nervousness. She smiled quietly for several seconds. "That's interesting," she said. "I like to have sex in a swimming pool. Have you ever done that?" she asked. "No," I said, still looking into her eyes, "but I love worshipping a beautiful foot." She laughed nervously as she looked away from me.
For the first time she looked uncomfortable. Oh, boy I blew it. She thinks I am weird. "What exactly do you like to do with ...feet?" she said. "Anything you can imagine," I replied. This pretty much left the possibilities wide open in her mind.
She began explaining how the attraction of men to women's feet is fairly common and accepted in many Blond cultures. She mentioned a boyfriend she had in Malaysia who loved to worship her feet more than anything else, and how much it turned her on. A man after my own heart! "Have you ever had a sexual encounter with a woman, where you focused only on her feet and nothing else?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I responded, understanding her, but wanting her to explain more. "I mean no sex, just worshipping her feet." "No," I said, "usually it is just part of the whole sexual encounter." "Could you just worship a woman's feet, without sex," she asked. "I probably could," I replied. She told me how her boyfriend would spend hours worshipping her feet without any sex, and how watching him go into ecstasy over her feet excited her. "But wouldn't that be frustrating for both of you?" I asked. "People don't always have to climax to enjoy each other," she said, "that are another Western hang-up."
This discussion was exciting me. I glance down at her feet, which looked even more beautiful than before, due to my excited state. She saw me staring at her feet and raised one of them, in that lovely high-heel sandal, all the way up to my face, and gently rubbed her bare toes on my cheek for a second or two. "Could you worship my feet like that?" she inquired in a very sexy tone. "Oh, yes." I replied as I slid off the couch to sit on the floor next to her beautiful feet.
She raised one of her feet to my lips. I held it in my hand and kissed it passionately. It had a wonderful, perfumed smell. I started on the top, running my tongue up and down the length of it from the shoe strap around her ankle to the one across the top of her toes. There was nothing between those two thin straps to impede my licking tongue. Such practical shoes for foot worshipping.
After a few minutes, my darting tongue moved to her in-step. The skimpy sandals had no sides to cover her beautiful arch, allowing my tongue full access. I pressed the tip of it between her sole and the sole of the shoe, and passionately savored her arch. I looked up at her face. She smiled and then chuckled a little. "What is so funny," I said, a little put off by her laughter. "Nothing is funny. I just like watching you do that," she said. So, I continued, moving my attention to her toes. The toe strap was narrow enough to allow my tongue to probing deep into her toe cleavage, which I did with passion. Trudy leaned back on the couch, making she more comfortable, and raised the other foot to my face. "Do the other one now," she said in a slight demanding tone. I gave this foot the same attention I had given to the first. After a few minutes of this, she put her foot in the middle of my chest and gently pushed me away. She looked down at my pants, which now exhibited a massive bulge. "You really do like feet, don't you," she said. "I love them," I replied honestly. She kept staring at the bulge in my pants. "You can remove you clothes, but you must make a promise, NO SEX." She said. I would promise almost anything now. "I promise," I said as began unbuckling my belt. I removed my pants and sat on the floor in my shirt and briefs. She looked at my bulge again, for a few seconds, who was much more obvious through my briefs, then leaned back on the couch, and stretched, out her legs with her feet on the floor in front of her. I moved the coffee table out of the way to give me more room, and lay on my stomach with my face over her feet, and continued worshipping them with my lips and tongue. I was getting so excited; I could feel my cock throbbing under me. Her exposed toes really turned me on. I shoved my tongue into the toe hole of her sandal and licked the underside of her toes, passionately. Most women, I have discovered, are sensitive there, and like that area being licked. The little sounds of enjoyment from her indicated that she did, also. I concentrated on that spot for some time. The large toe hole in her sandal made it easy for my tongue to reach most of the underside of her toes. Whenever I looked up, she was watching me intensely, confirming that a big part of the turn on for her was seeing me worship her feet.
"Take my shoe off," she instructed. Her tone was getting more dominating. I complied, and remove one of her sandals. As I started to undo the strap of the other one, she stopped me, saying "Only one!" The increasing dominant tone disturbed me a little. People often associate foot fetish with a desire to be dominated, but I never had that desire. I was and am not the submissive type. I wanted to tell her that I did not like being put in a submissive role, but when I looked at her completely bare foot, the feelings of protest vanished. I pressed my tongue between each of her toes and licked wildly. I admired the naked beauty of her bare foot and the seductive sensuality of her still shoed one together. I alternated my attentions between them, savoring her toes of her bare foot in my mouth, and then licking the shoed one between the shoe and her arch. I was ecstatic!
"Sit up!" she demanded in that disturbing tone. It
bothered me a little, but I complied. "I want you completely naked. Take off the rest of your clothes, but remember, NO SEX. OK?" I agreed and removed my shirt and briefs. "The socks, too," she insisted. I removed the last of my clothing and sat before her in full nakedness. She took a long look at my swollen cock, smiling with satisfaction. Except for the one shoe, she was fully clothed. The scenario of me, sitting at her feet, naked, with her above me, fully clothed, made me feel uncomfortably submissive, but at the same time, I was greatly aroused. I had never been in this situation before. "Lay on your back in front of the couch," she instructed. I obeyed. She began rubbing her naked foot over my chest, stimulating my nipples with her toes. Her toes then found their way to my face and began tracking down my cheek, under my chin, and finally rested over my lips. "Lick my toes," she requested, which I did with enthusiasm. My tongue pressed into the underside of her toes, and I licked them with passion. I put several toes in my mouth at once a suck them wildly. I was so delirious with lust, my cock engorged with desire. I held her bare foot with my hands, and licked all over the ball and soles. Suddenly I felt something pressing on my balls; it was her other foot, still in the sandal. She had put her foot under my balls and was flexing her ankle, causing the tops of her toes to press my balls upwards. She would alternately press and release, press and release, causing waves of blissful passion to surge though my loins. I continued licking her soles and sucking the toes of her bare foot, while she manipulated my balls with the other one. I looked up at her and saw that she was still watching my every move and every reaction.
She placed the stiletto-like heel of her sandal at the base of my cock and press in just enough to send a twinge through my loins, but not enough to be painful. Nevertheless, I felt this was the time to put a halt to her dominance before it got out of hand. I push her shoed foot away with my hand. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you a little," she said assumingly. "I'm not into S&M," I told her. "Neither am I," she said. "OK, but just be careful," I warned her, as I lay back down on the floor in front of her. The sharp heel of her sandal returned to the base of my throbbing cock. She rested her bare foot on my abdomen, holding my erect cock with her toes so it stood, more or less, straight up, while she traced her spiked heel slowly up the underside from the base to the head and back down. This unique sensation sent chills through me and heightened my arousal tremendously. She continued running the sharp heel up and down the underside of my dick, occasional poking my balls ever so slightly. She was very careful not to hurt me, and I began to gain confidence that I would be relatively safe in her care. The excitement I derived from her feet made me somewhat accept (or, at least, tolerate) the uncomforted of my submissive role. She was satisfying my need for feet, and I was satisfying her need for dominance. An equitable arrangement, I told myself, trying to rationalize my submissive position.
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