BarefootParadise

by J L Taft

  She knew it was hard for him to talk about so she asked, “What’s a foot job?”

  He chuckled at her question. “Just like what it sounds. Instead of hands wrapped around me it would be your feet.”

  Gwen contemplated this for a second. It hardly seemed extreme enough to divorce over. But then she was rather open-minded when it came to sex. Obviously his wife hadn’t been or it had just been a handy excuse.

  “Have you had a chance to try it since then?” she asked quietly.

  “No.”

  “I’d try it with you, Steve.”

  He turned her in his arms and pulled, sliding her across his legs so her ass rested in his lap.

  “I didn’t bring it up so that you would take pity on me and do something you don’t want to do.” He gazed down at her and she felt her tummy erupt in a flight of tiny wings.

  “I never said I didn’t want to. I thought we were done with the assuming?”

  He grinned again and lowered his mouth to hers suddenly. His lips went hard and demanding in the span of a second and she moaned into his mouth.

  His hand came up to her face and cupped her cheek as his tongue invaded her. Their teeth clicked together and he tilted her head for better access. Their tongues dueled and danced, passionately tangling together before she pulled back to catch her breath.

  Steve’s cock was hard under her bottom and she wiggled against it.

  “I want you, Gwen,” he whispered near her ear, sending shivers of anticipation down her back.

  “I want you too.”

  “If I do something you don’t like you will tell me, right?” he inquired.

  “Of course,” she said with a smile.

  “Good. Let’s go back to your room,” he said as he lifted her off his lap.

  They walked hand in hand back to the resort, at a much faster pace than she had earlier. Excitement zinged through her as he squeezed her fingers.

  This was what she had wanted, what she had come all this way for. To find someone who was willing to let the walls come crumbling down, even if it was only for a little while.

  The light from the resort brightened as they got closer but they took a small path that led around the crush of people. Her heels dangled from her fingers and she caught Steve glancing at them. She smiled and he grinned back, the kind of grin that lit up his whole face with happiness.

  It was amazing what a little acceptance could do for someone. She promised herself that this would be a night both of them would remember always.

  They stopped quickly at one of the outdoor showers to rinse the sand off their feet and somehow she wasn’t surprised when he knelt and helped her, spending more time rubbing her soles than was needed.

  When they got to her room he took the keycard and opened the door for her, letting her pass. He followed and it closed with a resounding click.

  Now that the moment was upon her all she felt was nerves. She wondered if Steve was feeling it too but he walked toward her with purpose in his gaze.

  He stopped in front of her and knelt. Taking the high-heeled shoes from her fingers, he helped her step back into them. She used his shoulder for support as he buckled one tiny strap around her ankle and then the other one.

  He stood when he had finished and his arms snaked around her to the zipper on her dress. He lowered it slowly and trailed his finger up the exposed skin of her back to her shoulders, moving the straps down her arms as he went.

  Once he had freed her of her dress he let it fall to the floor and helped her step out of it.

  He stood back to stare at her in her white lace thong, bra and high heels that were the same shade of blue as her dress.

  “Beautiful. Perfect,” he said as his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. She watched as he undid them and tossed it aside. He really was in good shape for a history professor. She certainly didn’t remember any of them looking like that when she was in college.

  He smiled as he lowered his head and laid a kiss on her that made her head spin. It was quick and potent and too soon he was pulling away. He walked her backward to the bed and with a gentle nudge pushed her down to sit on the edge of it.

  He knelt between her knees and kissed his way down her body, starting with her neck and collarbone. He trailed wet kisses on her cleavage and stuck his tongue deep between her breasts. When her head rolled back he spread his hands out on her shoulder blades to hold her up.

  Gwen was glad she was sitting because he was turning her legs to jelly. He left her breasts and she leaned her weight into his arms as he slowly lowered her to the bed. Then he continued his trail of kisses.

  He lapped at the sensitive skin at the base of her bra and then lowered. By the time he reached the top of her thong she swore he hadn’t missed an inch of her. She was a quivering mess and all she wanted to do was pull him on top of her and find that sweet release that he was dangling in front of her with every flick of his tongue.

  But apparently he had his own plans. Hooking his thumbs in the white lace at her sides, he pulled her panties down quick and sure. The cold air pumped into the room from the air-conditioning did little against her burning skin.

  She hoped that he would cut her some slack and dive right in but no such luck. He continued his kissing on the inside of her thighs, the backs of her knees and the tops of her shins.

  He swirled his tongue along her ankle bone and then, lifting her foot, he licked and nibbled on every inch of skin he could get to through her shoe. Some of it tickled and some of it sent waves of pleasure straight up between her legs.

  “Steve, please.” She groaned as he continued to give her give her toes undivided attention. He smiled at her from his spot on the floor and took one of her heels off. He bent her knee and moved closer.

  Suddenly he plunged two fingers into her wet and waiting pussy at the same time that he sucked her little toe into his mouth.

  Gwen groaned loudly and then again as he pulled out and thrust his fingers in again. It was more than she could take and it pushed her off the edge of reason, quick and definite.

  Her back bowed and even though she was lost in the throes of pleasure she could feel his eyes on her. But it did the opposite from what she expected. She didn’t feel the insecurities that usually plagued her. Instead she felt sexy and desirable.

  It was a new feeling and it was all because of him.

  Steve watched as she came all over his fingers. He had her so worked up that it had only taken him a second to push her into climaxing. It was a heady feeling to know that he could do that to her and still be himself at the same time.

  Her feet were sexy as hell and he liked the way they arched as she came. His cock was hard enough to punch a hole in a brick wall but he held on to his control. He didn’t want it to end too soon.

  She had made it all worth it and abruptly he wondered how he would ever go back to hiding what he wanted and who he was. After all, vacation wouldn’t last forever. Knowing there was nothing he could do about it now, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean as Gwen watched him with heavy-lidded eyes.

  He took her other shoe off and pushed them out of the way. He was going to give as good as he got and make her remember this night forever.

  Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, he lowered his mouth to her still-quivering pussy. She moaned long and low with the first lick. She tasted so good that he pushed his face closer, feeling her juices run down his chin.

  Gwen was going insane. Steve was doing things to her with his tongue that made her legs tremble, her belly flip-flop and her scalp tingle, all at the same time. He sucked her clit into his mouth and fluttered his tongue.

  The orgasm took her by surprise and she didn’t mean to but her legs clamped closed on his head. He didn’t seem to mind. His fingers dug into her thighs as wave after wave of white-hot heat rolled inside her.

  Her fingers clenched in the sheets and she felt as if she were on fire. Undeniable pleasure took over everything and for those few blissful moment
s it was all there was.

  When it finally faded she went limp. She was breathing heavy and her legs relaxed next to Steve’s head. Reaching down, she blindly searched for his hair and tangled her fingers in it.

  Steve rubbed her legs in a slow, hypnotic way and she practically purred.

  He leaned away from her hand and stood. She could hear him running water and then he came back but she still didn’t have the will to open her eyes.

  Suddenly he was sliding his hands under her shoulders and with one quick move he slid her up on the mattress. That had her eyes popping open in astonishment.

  He was braced above her on his arms, staring down at her with a smug smirk on his face. Instead of being upset, like she usually would have been, she chuckled. “You’re looking pretty pleased with yourself, Mr. History Professor.”

  His smile got bigger but he didn’t say anything. She sensed something shift as she reached up to brush his sandy hair back off his forehead so she could see his beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that never wavered from hers.

  He lowered down on her slowly and kissed her, soft and sweet. But as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him closer she noticed that he had lost his pants. His skin was hot and smooth against her and she stroked his back with her hands and his thighs with her calves.

  The kiss changed pace almost immediately as he met her with equal passion. His lips molded and took hers demandingly as his tongue danced a hazy cloud of desire around her again.

  He pulled back only when they could no longer breathe. She didn’t let him go far, sinking her teeth into his shoulder to hold him in place.

  He groaned loud in her ear and she moved her hands between them. His hard cock twitched and grew impossibly bigger as she wrapped her fingers around it.

  “Uh, god, Gwen. You’re killing me,” he growled out and she smiled. She knew what he wanted.

  “Tell me what to do for you,” she whispered in his ear.

  He kissed her neck and lifted his body back up onto his arms. “Just lie right here,” he told her as he got up onto his knees between her legs. She did as he said but pulled a pillow under her head so she could watch him easily.

  She noticed now that he had brought a hand towel and her bottle of conditioner from the bathroom. He was considerate and resourceful.

  He shifted back a little and she bent her legs to put her feet together in front of him. He smiled down at her and it was a smile that melted her heart. She felt a strange sense of protectiveness toward this man and she suddenly wanted to rip the hair out of any woman who had hurt him.

  He reached for her and ran his hands down her knees and calves. He circled his fingers around her ankles and his fingers touched.

  Her eyes closed as he rubbed the arches and her heels and then played with her toes. He paused and she heard the bottle open.

  Then his hands were back on her feet, rubbing the conditioner into them and making them slick.

  Steve gripped the tops of both her feet and raised them to his cock. She helped him find the right fit by scooting down and pressing her toes together. He groaned loud and long as he pulled back and thrust once.

  The sensation of having him slide so hot and smooth on the bottoms of her feet seemed strange, but not in a bad way. She opened her eyes to stare up at him and the look of pure ecstasy on his face was worth such a small thing.

  But as he got into the motion of it and he started rocking his hips she found the experience erotic. He was looking down at her toes and she took the sight of him in.

  His sandy-blond hair fell over his forehead, shielding his eyes from her. But his firm body was covered in a shiny coating of sweat and his stomach muscles clenched on his forward movements, showing his tight abs.

  His thighs tightened and she could feel his hard balls slapping against her heels. He thrust again and stopped abruptly as warm cum shot out and all over her feet and ankles.

  Steve groaned loudly and held her feet tight against him as his cock continued to twitch.

  When his eyes finally opened they were still hazy when he looked at her. He blinked a couple times and shook his head and then smiled down at her.

  “That was amazing,” he said as he grabbed the towel and cleaned both of them up.

  “It was but the night is still young,” she answered.

  He grinned wider and they both looked at his cock, which was already getting hard again.

  Chapter Six

  Gwen woke up late the next morning. Her muscles were sore in places she had forgotten she had but she felt wonderful. She reached blindly to the other side of the bed but it was empty.

  Sitting up, she looked around the room. Steve wasn’t there. She was a little stung that he hadn’t woken her to say goodbye but just as the thought crossed her mind her hotel room door opened and he came in with a tray of food.

  He smiled at her and set the tray on the table by the door before coming to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her and she immediately felt better.

  “Morning,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. It was quick but no less potent and she sighed in pleasure as he leaned away. “Breakfast?”

  “Yeah, I’m starving,” she said and stood, wrapping the sheet around her. They sat at the small table by the window while they ate the bagels and fruit he had brought up. She stretched her legs out and put her feet in his lap and he smiled.

  They talked of small things, where they were both from, and Gwen was surprised to learn he taught at the college an hour away from where she lived.

  It put ideas in her head about seeing him again once they were home. Even if she had told herself that she only wanted a quick fling.

  But Steve had turned into someone who she could be her true self with and she was smart enough to know that it was a rare thing.

  They spent the day lounging by the pool, talking and laughing together. He touched her at every opportunity that presented itself. By the time the sun was setting she couldn’t stand it any longer and she pulled him to her room with carnal intent.

  She couldn’t keep her hands off him as he opened her hotel room door. It took him longer than normal with her licking and sucking on his ear and neck.

  Finally the door opened and he groaned as he walked her backward inside. They never made it to the bed and it was a good thing that the door swung shut on its own or the passersby would have gotten an eyeful. Not that either of them cared. They were too wrapped up in each other.

  He had her against the wall and her bikini bottoms off in seconds. She pushed his shorts down over his hips but she had forgotten to pull the drawstring and they only got halfway down his firm ass. But it was enough for his cock to spring free.

  She didn’t know what it was, maybe the teasing throughout the day or maybe because it was their last night together, but it all exploded at once. There was no more need for foreplay.

  He slid her down the wall with his hands cupping her ass and reached for one of the condoms that were on the nightstand. She worried that he would drop her—she wasn’t a tiny girl—but his strength never wavered.

  She took the condom from him and opened it then reached down to slide it over his thick, hard cock. As soon as he was safely covered he plunged sure and swift, filling her full.

  She moaned and he growled low against her ear. She tightened her legs on his hips and he put one hand against the wall behind her, giving him more anchorage to thrust.

  Steve pummeled into her over and over, as if the same fever that had taken her had taken over him. Her back and hips banged against the wall hard enough to make the seascape paintings bounce. But she felt no pain, only the exquisite driving force of Steve’s cock.

  Holding on to his shoulders, she gripped him for all she was worth while she got the best ride of her life. His teeth sank lightly into her neck and she groaned loudly. She was getting close. She could feel that telltale tingling in her toes.

  Steve lifted his head suddenly and caught her gaze. “Oh, Gwen,” he growled a
s he kept up with his furious pace.

  Suddenly an orgasm was upon her, her thighs clenching and then releasing on a wave of pure bliss. He thrust deep once more and reached his own peak. Their bodies crashed together as wave after wave broke over them.

  When the world had settled again and Steve had withdrawn and lowered her feet to the floor, she stumbled on shaky legs to the bed and collapsed on top of it.

  He wasn’t far behind her. His arms came around her and pulled her against him as they both drifted off to sleep.

  Gwen woke the next morning with a start and immediately her eyes went to the clock. Jumping out of bed, she dashed to the shower. She had an hour before she had to be at the airport for her flight home.

  She lectured herself for not setting the alarm clock as she scrubbed her hair. It wasn’t like her at all to be so unorganized but then she wasn’t used to having mind-blowing, cross-your-eyes, exhausting sex either.

  Stepping out of the shower stall, she wrapped a towel around her and went back to the bedroom to dig for clothes.

  Steve was still snoring lightly in her bed and she took a second to memorize the image. She didn’t want to say goodbye but she didn’t have a choice. She had to go home. Her business was waiting for her and she had worked too hard to let it slip now. He hadn’t said a word about seeing her again, even after they had figured out they lived so close.

  She didn’t want to but she had to wake him up.

  Sitting next to the bed, she rubbed his shoulder. “Steve?”

  His breath hitched but he didn’t wake up. “Steve!” she said again and this time gave his rear a little slap. He woke up that time and before she could dart away he had his arms around her and was rolling her under him on the bed.

  He braced over her and stared down at her with sleep-hazed eyes. “What’s all the fuss about?” he asked with a smile.

  “I am going to miss my plane!” she told him as she tried to scoot away but all she managed to do was loosen her towel. Her bare breasts distracted him. She had seen that same look on his face when he woke her for round two in the middle of the night. Which was exactly why she was running so late this morning.