Sweet Feet

Please do not read if under age of 18. Contains some offbeat material not suitable for children or close minded individuals. 

I've received so many requests for a foot story, I thought everyone might enjoy to hear how Jill and I met. This is a true story of our first 

encounter and is lovingly dedicated to her.

It was a Saturday in February, so like a good New Jerseyan I trotted off to  a local Mall to do some shopping. I needed a new pair of black pumps so I started my quest by looking in my favorite shoe stores. Not having any luck I ventured over to the food court to drown my sorrows in a slice of pizza. An older woman, with way too much eyeshadow, sat down at the next table. I noticed she was carrying a bag from a shoe store I hadn't seen before. I asked her where it was located and was soon off down the mallways to continue my quest. The new store was pretty crowded but they did have a nice selection. I slipped off my boots and started to browse. One nice thing about a crowded shoe store is all the pretty feet you see. Looking upon the other women slipping there toes in and out of shoes was making me feel very warm. I picked out a pair of pumps, sat down and waited my turn. I remember getting frustrated, waiting so long, and was about to leave when Jill came over. I was looking down putting on my boot when her beautiful pair of feet stopped in front of me. Clad in a silky taupe hose, I could detect a pale pink nailpolish on the perfectly shaped toes. Looking up I gazed into the face of an angel. She introduced herself as Jill and asked if I needed any help. I stammered out I was looking for a pair of pumps and was a 6 medium. Kneeling down she lifted my foot and gently pulled off my boot. Her soft hands cupped my sole and lovingly placed it against the metal measure. Her palm flattened out my toes as I playfully wiggled them for her.


Taking my other foot she did the same. As she walked away to get the shoes my eyes where glued to her dainty feet. With each step, as her arch raised  off the carpet, I could almost feel my pussy throb. She returned soon after with three or four boxes. As she placed my foot in the first pump she  commented, "Isn't it a shame how moist and clammy some boots can leave your feet. I bet you can't wait to get home to take them off. I'm lucky my boss doesn't mind me going shoeless all day". I immediately responded, "Yes. What  they need is a warm bath and a good massage. I kick off my shoes at work sometimes too. I would love to have a job where I could go barefoot all day". After the second pump was on I got up and walked around. I could feel her eyes as they followed my movements. I sat down before the kneeling jewel and told her they seemed tight (she had put on a six narrow). Jill smiled. Removing the first pump she said, "I think your feet are too tense from being in those boots all day. Maybe this will help". With those words she began to massage my foot. Starting with the toes, her magical fingers caressed my nylons. Squeezing my instep we looked deeply into each others eyes. Not breaking our gaze she kneaded in earnest as my heel nestled against her crotch. We said nothing but our eyes spoke volumes. I was getting so hot my breathing started to quicken. I could tell Jill was getting excited too. Realizing our surroundings Jill stopped abruptly. We both took a quick look around to see if anyone had noticed us. Feeling safe Jill put on the second pair of shoes. Still feeling flushed I hobbled around the store in them. I made a hasty decision to buy the pumps and hurried out the door. Making a beeline for home I threw off my clothes and nestled into bed. There was no need for lubrication, as I remembered her warm touch, and gently fingered myself to relief. 

Three days passed and I couldn't get Jill off of my mind. Having a strong fetish, I have played foot games with women in the past. No one had ever turned me on as much as her. I went back to the store that night hoping to find her. The manager said she was part-time and only worked Saturdays. On Saturday I went back to the Mall. Wearing my finest hose and heels I waited until just before closing. Walking in I sat down, took off my heels, and  asked for Jill. I could see her face brighten as she came out of the backroom and saw me. My legs crossed, I dangled my sheerest black hose before her. I playfully arched my foot and wiggled my toes in her face as she knelt down. Saying how much I loved the black pumps she sold me, I wondered if they had the same thing in red. Taking my foot in her loving hands once again, she said, "I remember you and your pretty feet. Your a size 6. Your foot is much sexier tonight. Not clammy at all". With those words she gently slid her finger along my arch towards the toes.


I also slid my hand down my leg to gently rub the top. "Yes", I smiled. "I made sure that tonight there nice and dry for you". My hand glided down to my toes and touched her as she teased the sheer underside. I gently squeezed her warm skin against the silky  material, while curling my toes to embrace her slender finger. Our eyes met once again and I knew that I wanted no other. I prolonged the "trying on" process as much as possible. Every so often the manager would stick his head out, obviously anxious to leave. Finally he said the Mall was closing and had to lock up. I bought the last pair I had tried on and commended him for hiring such a fine saleswoman. Waiting for Jill to leave, I sat down on a bench near the store. To my horror, Jill took off quickly in the other direction. Rushing after, my heart sank as I stared into the parking lot and couldn't find her. Then I heard her angelic voice behind me. "Cold night isn't it", her lips mellowed. "I could go for some hot tea. How about you?"

Needless to say I nodded "Yes". I followed her car to a local diner. Once inside we sat at a booth and started to chit chat. We felt so comfortable with each other it wasn't long before our most intimate secrets came out. I found out she too had a foot fetish. I remember holding her hand tightly, looking into her eyes and praying inside when I told her I was a lesbian. Without saying a word she slipped off her shoe and rubbed my leg with her nylon foot. I thanked god, smiled broadly and did the same. Our feet played under the table as we held hands and looked into each other. I knew then I was in love. She followed me home from the Diner and we spent the night making passionate love. The next morning we had breakfast together and vowed to see each other again.  

Three years have passed since our first date. Jill moved into my house over a year ago and we plan to stay together forever. We love each other more every day. Our foot games still thrill us and keep our passion high. I can't wait to get home, shed my clothes and get Jill in a 69. We love licking and sucking each others toes as fingers probe our wet slits. Sometimes I'll keep my nylons on and have Jill tongue my toes through the sheer webbing. One of Jill's favorites is to oil her nipples and, as she lies before me, have me massage her tits with my toes and heel. By the time my big toe works it's way down to her throbbing clit, any pressure on it sends her convulsing wildly. I love to hear Jill moan and I try to keep her on the edge as long as possible. We try to be creative in our love making to "fan the flames" as much as possible. Jill is watching me type this and doesn't want all our little secrets out. For the most part, we're still in the "closet" and will probably remain there for now. Hope you enjoyed our story. It's been great for us reminiscing over how we met. 

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My Secret Foot Fantasy

The evening began at a popular club. I was with a few male friends having a good time when my eye caught this girl walking across the bar area heading towards the dance floor. She was blonde about 25 years old, 5' 7" and wearing the sexiest high heel sandals I had seen in some time. The shoes accentuated the muscular curves of her calves that could only come from wearing high heels regularly. I was completely turned on by the striations in her calves as she walked. My eyes wandered up her thighs to her bottom barely contained by her skirt. She wore no stockings, choosing instead to tease every guy in the place with the sight of her tanned, shining legs that were obviously freshly waxed. 

I moved to the edge of the dance floor to watch her dance with some girl friends. I apparently must have been staring, because one of her friends tapped her on the shoulder and pointed in my direction. I turned away slightly embarrassed. I moved back to the bar where my friends were doing shots. I stood there for a few minutes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there she was. I felt my face grow flush for a moment, waiting for her comment about my staring to come out. She said hi and introduced herself as Vanessa. I told her my name and she asked me if I wanted to dance with her and her friends. I said yes and followed her out to the floor. While out on the floor, she told me that she saw me staring at her and asked me if I liked what I saw. Girls these days are so brash at times. Playing her game, I told her I did like what I saw very much and she flashed me a brilliant smile that started in her crystal blue eyes. This girl was slightly out of my league and I knew it and I think she did too. 

The night went on and I completely forgot about my friends and apparently they did too because they left me there. Vanessa offered to drive me home since I lived the next town over from her. We started home when she asked me if I would like to go to her house first for a few drinks and I agreed. 

We sat on the couch having a drink and talking when she asked if I would rub her feet because they were slightly sore from dancing and standing in her heels all night. I quickly said yes and she lay back on the couch with her feet in my lap. She had a deep tan on her legs and feet with that tiny white line just above her soles. I started to rub her one foot and was mesmerized by her incredibly soft, smooth feet and the French Manicure that she must have recently had done on her toes. The contrast of the white on her tan toes made start feeling a twitch in my groin and I started to grow hard. She must have felt it because she started to move her other foot into my cock. 

She started to massage my cock through my pants with her foot, as I continued to rub her foot and massage her calf with my hands. She whispered to me to take out my cock. I quickly undid my pants and pulled them down until I was naked from the waist down. She started to hold my cock between her toes with one foot and rub my cock from the base up with the sole and toes of her other foot. The silky feeling of her soles on my cock was too much for me to handle and I started to leak precum all over her feet and toes. 

What she did next, will remain embedded in my memory forever. 

She raised her one leg so that her precum covered toes were inches from my mouth. She started to smear my lips with my precum and whispered for me to open my mouth. Entranced, I did as I was told. She inserted all of her toes into my mouth at once and slowly moved them in and out whispering for me to clean them off. Again, I did as I was told without even thinking about the fact that I tasted my own juices for the first time. 

The sight of this must have turned her on because she started to moan and took her pink lace boy short panties off her one leg careful not wipe the precum from her other foot. She took her foot from my mouth and replaced it with the other and removed her panties. 

After I cleaned her other foot she went to work on my cock with both her feet and I no time I felt that familiar boiling in my balls. I was getting ready to come when she gripped the base of my cock with her hand to prevent me from cumming. She started to knead my cock in an upward motion while maintaining her grip on the base. I started to cum. I closed my eyes and I felt my cock spasm several times but felt nothing shoot out. I looked down when I opened my eyes and saw my thick white cum oozing out onto the toes of her one foot. The contrast of my white cum on her tan toes made me shake harder. She whispered to me to lie on the floor right in front of the couch. I quickly did as I was told again without questioning why. 

I didn't know what to expect nor did I really care at this point. She swung her feet around as if to sit normal on the couch and held her feet up in the air. She told me to open my mouth. She took her foot and dangled it an inch or so above my waiting mouth. My cum, then started to drip from her foot into my mouth. I watched as the first drop dangled precariously for a moment then dropped onto my tongue. 

I was in disbelief that this woman had somehow convinced me to not only taste my precum but was now feeding me my own cum right from her foot much like Salma Hayek fed Quentin Tarantino a shot of whiskey off her foot in the movie from Dusk Til Dawn. 

My cum tasted very creamy and a bit salty. She put her toes all the way into my mouth after the last remaining big drops had fallen into my mouth. I licked slowly between her toes and cleaned the rest of my juices from her foot. I looked up and she had a smile on her face and was playing with her pussy. She called me up to the couch and whispered what she wanted to do next. That is for another story.

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A Friendly Foot Job

Korbin was meeting his best friends for the first time in four years. David and Leah had been Korbin’s friends since high school. They were always hanging out at David’s house. Like the three Musketeers they were one for all and all one. Nothing could split them apart. It was no surprise when David and Leah got married. It was also no surprise that Korbin was the best man. It was thought that those three would be together forever. However, as always, fate has different plans and springs them cruelly. David, who was in the Air Force, got transferred far away shortly after the wedding. Korbin was left all alone but still tried to keep in touch with them online. 

Now four years later David was on leave, and Leah and him were coming home. He had just got transferred back to a base close to home. The first thing David did when he got back in town was call Korbin. Then it was decided that David, Leah, and Korbin would go out to eat and catch up on old times.

David and Korbin were wearing their best suits. David had classic black and white and Korbin with a black on blue suit. Leah had on a tight black dress that showed off all of her beautiful curves. She was also wearing a pair of sheer black stockings along with a lovely pair of black strapy sandals that showed off Leah’s wonderful feet. As soon as Korbin met David and Leah met outside the restaurant his eyes immediately darted down to Leah’s feet, but quickly looked away when he felt a stirring in his pants. 

Korbin had always had a major foot fetish, and Leah’s feet had always been the sweetest he had ever seen. Back when they would hang out at David’s house, Leah would soon be bear foot; Korbin always had his eyes glued to them. He had always wanted so bad just to touch them, to rub them, and lick them. He would have sold his soul to be a pair of her socks for just one day. He remembered all the times she had showed her feet off without even knowing and all the times he had cross his legs and painfully pushed down a raging hard on. 

The friends met with a warm greeting and went inside the restaurant. They were seated at a table in a back corner with nobody around. They all ordered their food and made small talk. David and Korbin were sipping their wine while Leah was drinking hers down. By the time Korbin had finished his first glass Leah was halfway though her third. Korbin noticed that Leah looked troubled but he didn’t feel comfortable asking if something was wrong. He wondered if Leah had noticed one of the many times he was staring at her feet during the night, or if she could see the erection he’d had ever since one of her sandals started dangling from her foot. He was just about to say something when David’s pager went off. David grabbed it off his belt and checked the number.

“I am really sorry guys but it’s the base and I have to call them back. I will probably have to leave.”

“No, you can’t leave. We’re having dinner with Korbin. We haven’t seen him for four years! You tell them that you can’t come.”

“Come on Leah. You know I can’t do that. Listen, I may not even have to go. I got to call, Korbin I am real sorry about.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I understand completely.”

David left to use the phone and Leah’s eyes started to water.

“Leah, are you all right? You have looked troubled all night. What’s wrong? Here take this and tell me about it.”

Korbin hands Leah a tissue and she dries her eye.

“It’s nothing, I was just hopping this didn’t happen tonight but it did. It’s been happening a lot lately.”

A waiter comes to the table and informs them that the bill has been taken care of and that David had left. Leah started to look sad again but then perks up and gives Korbin a sly grin.

“Well I am not going to let this get me down. We’re still here together. So what’s new? I know you still got the foot fetish.”

Korbin’s face was a mix of shock and terror.

“W-Wh-What do you mean?”

“Come on, you had to know I would notice you staring at my feet all night. And that huge hard on you got there. Do you like my stockings and sandals? I wore them just for you. Don’t they turn you on?”

“Yes they do, I love them… wait what are you doing?”

“Just having a little fun.”

“But what about David?”

“What about him? He’s gone.”

“I don’t think… oh god.”

“Oh I know you love this. Doesn’t the silk feel good? I got these just for you.”

Leah’s foot had made its way into Korbin’s lap and was rubbing up and down his hard shaft.

“Leah please…”

“Don’t fight it, sit back and enjoy. Now don’t you just love the way this feels.”

“Yes.”

“Are you turned on by my sweet stroking your hard cock?”

“Very.”

“Do you know what would feel even better?”

“What?”

“If you let that monster in your pants come out to play. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good… Oh he’s a big one. Umm, I don’t think just one foot can handle him. Do you want me to bring the other one up to help out?”

“Please do.”

“Sure thing honey… there we go… oh yes, now I can get that prick between my feet. Oh I love the way it feels though my stockings. It’s so big and hard. How do my feet feel on that dick of yours.”

“Wo-wonderful.” 

“I am going to tell you what to do now and you are going to do it. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes”

“Great now sit back and relax while I fuck you with my feet. You’ll like that won’t you.”

“Yes.”

Korbin did as he was told and Leah masterfully stroked him off with her feet. Starting off slow at first and then going faster and faster.

“Oh god I love doing this for you. Doesn’t it feel so good?”

“GOD YES!”

“You love it. I can tell you do. You remember when I used to run around bare foot in front of you all the time?”

All Korbin could do was nod.

“That must have been so hard on you. Being so turned on by me and me not even knowing. Don’t you wish I would have done this too you back then?”

Korbin nodded again and started breathing hard and fast.

“I do too. It’s very fun and arousing. You sound like your going to cum, are you?”

“OH… GOD… YES… I… AM”

“Good I want you to cum all over my feet.”

Korbin let Leah stroke him off a bit more before he grabbed her ankles in one hand and his dick in the which promptly exploded all over Leah’s feet. Korbin let out a groan and Leah took her feet out of Korbin’s lap and removed the cum soaked stockings.

“Here, these are for you to remember this by.”

Korbin took the stocking from her and put himself back into his pants.

“TH-Thank you.”

“You know I could really use a ride back to my hotel could you help me out.”

“Anything you say.”

“Well now, that sounds promising.”

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Foot Fetish Story - Her Feet

I recall the exact moment when I realised that my friend John's girlfriend, who's name is Emma, had fantastic, sexy little feet. We were out shopping; we being myself, Jim Hodges and a few others. Those being John, Emma and my girlfriend at the time, Joanna. Joanna and I finished that very night to be honest, but she's not really an integral part of the story anyway. But back to the moment in question. We were in a shoe shop as Emma had decided suddenly that she didn't have enough shoes and she needed more. After ten or so minutes of tirelessly searching through the shop, checking out every single pair, she settled on a pair of red, opened toed stilettos, which had about a 5 inch heel. I knew she liked to wear high shoes because she was only quite small and heels made her look bigger.

It just so happened that she sat down next to me and removed the trainers that she was wearing, leaving her only in a pair of little pink socks with love hearts on. Now at this point, I was only just beginning to think that her feet were pretty; it was when she removed the little socks that I realised they were the most beautiful feet I had ever laid eyes on. I had always had a thing for feet, but had never at that point had a chance to act out any of my fantasies about them. But seeing Emma's delightful bare feet within touching distance got my cock's attention immediately. They were so dainty and tiny, with cute little toes. Lovely and curvy with beautiful high arches. They looked so delightfully smooth that I had to fight the temptation to reach down and stroke them. Instead I had to readjust my sitting position to ensure that my erection was not becoming obvious. 

She looked so wonderfully sexy in the shoes too, even with just the jeans and t-shirt that she wore with them. I had to remind myself that she wasn't my girlfriend. Needless to say I masturbated that night as soon as I got in, over the image of Emma's sexy, bare feet. Joanna was the last thing on my mind, which is probably why, when she phoned me to ask if I felt like doing anything later; I told her I didn't think we should see each other anymore.

Now you may be asking what part her boyfriend plays in all of this; well, John was my friend and everything, but to be honest, he wasn't exactly the most loving and caring boyfriend in the world. Whether or not that gave me licence to eventually fuck his girlfriend behind his back or not is not for me to decide, I'm just telling the story. But one thing is for sure, if he were a better boyfriend, none of it would ever have happened. It was his fault really that made us start talking properly in the first place.

Me and a group of friends, John and Emma included, had been out in the town for a night drinking and having a laugh. At the end of the night, myself and the two people in question began walking home. We all lived in the same area and it was only a half hour walk or so from town; we were all walking along and chatting when Emma and John began to argue. I don't recall exactly what it was about to be honest, but I do know that John got really pissed off for literally no reason at all and ended up stalking off on his own, leaving me alone with his girlfriend; who, just happened to be wearing the same shoes that she had bought a few weeks previously. That night I had noticed she was looking spectacular. 

She was only quite a petit framed girl, she had long, naturally curly reddish, blonde hair which fell around her pretty face. Her body was sexy too, with small, yet pert breasts which defiantly stuck out and a nice small ass with lovely, smooth legs and as previously mentioned, fantastically sexy feet. Tonight she wore a red, silky halter top, which showed off what little cleavage she had . She had on a black miniskirt and a pair of gorgeous, whalenet tights. I loved the way her sexy little feet looked in them. The black stocking material criss-crossed all over their surface and her sexy little toes poked through bare.

I told Emma there was no way I was letting her walk home alone at three in the morning and she eventually gave in and allowed me to walk her home, even though it was quite a bit out of my way. We chatted and got along really well; Emma apologised to me for having to be a witness to the argument and told me that John was frequently like that with her. She told me that he treated her like shit most of the time and she didn't know why she was with him at times. And I, being the good friend like I tried to convince myself I was, stuck up for him for some stupid reason. Told her what a good guy he could be and that she just had to give him a chance.

Despite that, however, myself and Emma grew closer and closer over the following days and weeks; she got my email address and we emailed quite a lot and talked over the instant messaging service. I tried to tell myself to back off from my mate's girl, because that was just not on, but not matter what I tried to tell myself, I couldn't stop myself from growing closer to her. That may sound like bullshit, but it truly was difficult, she had the most wonderful personality; she was kind, funny and sexy without even trying.

Our relationship took the next step about a month or so after the argument on the way home from town. We were at a friend's house to watch a few movies and have a few drinks. Somebody had brought some harder drugs around though. Now although I have been known to use marijuana on occasion, when the coke comes out I want none of it. Emma shared the same sentiments as me. So while the rest of the guests were in the front room doing lines, I found myself sharing the big comfy sofa in the conservatory with Emma all alone; half watching television. We chatted for a while and then for no reason at all, Emma swung her legs up on the sofa so she was in a laying position, her feet rested on my thighs. I shrugged it off, it was a common way for friends to sit and we continued to chat. However, Emma complained that her feet were aching and kindly asked me if I would massage them while we chatted. My throat dried up and I managed to choke out a response of compliance. My hands shaking slightly as I took her delicate feet and began to gently massage them.

I realised with each passing moment how my cock was stirring to life in my jeans as I continued to massage her gorgeous bare feet, the feeling of her soft soles driving me wild. What made it even worse were her soft whimpers of satisfaction as I rubbed her aching feet. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I know that the atmosphere became decidedly steamy in the conservatory as I began to rub her feet in a more sensual way. I couldn't help myself, I knew that another guest might walk in at any moment and instantly report what they saw to a coked up John, but I found myself lifting her right foot to my mouth and parting my lips before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking gently on it. 

She opened her eyes at this in mild shock and for a moment I knew in my heart that she would pull away and never speak to me again. Much to my surprise however, her mouth parted in a little 'o' and she let out the softest moan which sent shivers of electricity through me, before she closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy my pampering of her feet.

I found her other foot resting more comfortably against my towering erection which I no longer attempted to hide; we both knew it was there. As I began to softly suck each of her toes in turn I felt her foot moving softly against my penis, her big toe, softly and casually massaging it's swollen head. We both somehow knew what was happening and when I slowly placed her other foot on my crotch and unzipped my fly to allow my penis to spring free, she wasted no time in wrapping her dainty little feet around it. Circling it with the warmth from her soles. I placed my hands on her feet and slowly I began to move her soles up and down my length, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through me.

Together we began to work her feet up and down my length, bringing my orgasm closer and closer to the fore. We both knew that at any time someone could walk in, but we were past caring. My cock leaked precum which dribbled down my shaft and onto her wonderful, tender feet. She got faster and faster, no longer requiring the aid of my hands to massage my member.

I recall wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me as I peaked and began to squirt my ejaculate out, which flew in the air. Some coated the cushions of the sofa, most however found her feet, which soon became coated with my sticky white fluid. Finally spent, an almost instantaneous spark of guilt hit me and I do believe Emma as well. We immediately jumped to our feet and cleared up the mess around us in silence, both unable to look each other in the eyes. She pulled a wad of tissue from her bag and cleaned my ejaculate from her feet, before she stood; looked at me, hurriedly apologised and then left the room. Needless to say, I felt like a royal shit and struggled to sleep for at least a week. Sure, John was a dick with her, but he didn't need this.

We didn't speak again for almost three weeks, and even when we did our conversation was strained as we desperately skirted around the subject of John. I figured that I'd probably ruined our friendship forever that night in the conservatory. The next time we actually saw each other face to face, as opposed to talking over the internet, was at another party thrown this time, by a different friend. As soon as I entered the house that night I saw Emma and John kissing on the sofa. When Emma glanced my way, she gave me a kind of guilty look and then resumed kissing him. I decided that I needed to be very drunk. I think I downed about a full bottle of Jack Daniels in less than an hour without any mixer to dilute the taste. My memories of the majority of the night are pretty vague; only two really stand clear. The first was when I managed to grab an equally drunk Emma for a long chat away from prying eyes. The second was what happened later in the night. 

Back to the chat we had though; we talked about a lot of things, avoiding what had happened between us for a long while before Emma eventually brought it up. She said it had been driving her wild because she was falling for me, but knew she couldn't have me. Things were just too difficult. I sadly agreed and said that we shouldn't do anything else as it was too dangerous and we were stupid for doing what we had done before. We hugged a lot and apologised to each other for not finding a way through it. That talk should have finished things off between me and her, and it probably would have if John hadn't got so pissed that night.

He had been steadily drinking Vodka for around five hours when he started a pointless argument with Emma in the front room of the house; in view of around fifteen spectators. Most stood and left the room as John mouthed off to Emma telling her how much she pissed him off sometimes; some stayed to watch. And a more stupid few, myself included tried to tell John to shut up. We got a mouthful for that, but I noticed Emma throw me a thankful look afterwards. 

The fight stopped in a sense when John had finished the second bottle of Vodka he had brought with him and passed out where he lay on the sofa. Emma still softly crying next to him; but I still couldn't go comfort her as there were other people still in the room. Finally, the others dropped off to sleep either through drink or tiredness and I whispered in the darkness for Emma to come sit next to me on the sofa where I sat. She came and allowed herself to fold into my arms when I gave her a big hug; she cried softly for a while and we sat there in silence.

After a while I felt her head shifting in positions and the softest touch of her hand on my cheek turning my face towards hers where our lips met in the softest of kisses. I tried gently to break away, knowing that it was wrong, but she pulled me in more needily and kissed me harder. Her tongue slid out and into my mouth, delicately exploring. I responded equally, caught up in the moment as I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her in closer, feeling her pert breasts pushing into my chest. Eventually the kiss broke and Emma pulled away. She apologised and told me that she hadn't meant to do anything and that she was felling lonely and unloved. I pulled her back in for a longer and more lingering kiss, this time letting my hands wander to her breasts, where I softly massaged them through the thin material of her top. I felt she was bra-less and so began to undo the buttons of the shirt so I could gain access with my hands. She responded by placing her hand on my crotch and stroking the bulge in my trousers as her tongue danced around in my mouth.

As I fingered her tiny nipples I felt them stiffen and grow in my hands; Emma let out a soft moan with the cool sensation of my fingers. 'Go further down' She whispered softly in my ears. Now I know she meant with my fingers, but I just couldn't help myself; I had to taste her. I pulled away from her softly and instructed her to sit back on the sofa. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone I manoeuvred myself into a kneeling position before her. I wasted no time in moving my face closer into her delightful, bare legs. She was wearing a medium length blue skirt and bare legs beneath. I could only see the bare minimum of detail in the darkness, but I found her thighs and began to kiss the insides of them, pushing her skirt up slowly as I moved my head up. She whimpered softly in anticipation and I could smell her delightful sex before I even reached her mound.

I felt the heat radiating from within her panties as I finally reached them, rubbing my nose gently up and down her slit. I began to tease her pussy through the thin material of her panties, using my finger to gently massage her clitoris while I trailed my tongue up and down the outline of her pussy lips. She placed her hands on the back of my head and softly began to urge me on by pressing down on the back of my head. Still I continued to tease her as she continued to grow wetter, her panties becoming damper and damper with the moisture she radiated from within. I pushed my tongue softly past her lips and slightly into the confines of her pussy, still with the material between my tongue and her pink flesh. 

This triggered a mini orgasm from her and she shook softly, moaning quite loudly in the process. 'Oh God, do it properly pleeeaseeee!' She begged softly as I finally parted her underwear and slid just one finger inside of her tight, wet pussy. Her scent was overpowering and it filled my senses, driving my cock wild. So sensual and full of lust. Her pussy was so tight that at first, I struggled to fit another finger inside of her, despite her lubrication. At the feeling of two fingers inside her, she moaned out loudly enough to wake someone. Hopefully it didn't, but I never found out otherwise.

Gently I began to massage her swollen clitoris with my tongue, noticing for the first time that her vagina was shaved bare. I was finally able to taste her musky juices as I slid my tongue down and into her flesh. Her slightly salty taste drove me wild and I began to circle the tip of my tongue around her clitoris as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her. Her breathing became ragged as she lifted her legs to part her pussy more and placed her bare feet on my shoulders. This gave me the ability to slide another finger inside her fleshy confines, her moan this time was one of deep pleasure and it was loud alright. I thank god to this day that everyone was so drunk that night, because Emma sure could moan.

She dug her toes into my shoulder blades and tried to pull me even closer in to her pussy which was now so wet juices actually flowed from her. I removed my fingers from her pussy and decided to finish her off with my tongue. I began massaging her clit with my thumb while I pushed my tongue as deep inside of her as I could, tasting her wonderful love juices fully. She moaned constantly now as I fucked her with my tongue, faster and faster until I felt her body began to tremble and she now dug her heels into my back and pulled me closer in, mashing my nose up against her clit as she shook violently from the force of her orgasm. Her juices coated my face and dribbled down my chin. I myself nearly came from the excitement of it all, but managed just to hold on.

She moaned and wailed through it all, still not a soul stirred in the room to my knowledge. When she had finally finished coming she seemed to collapse back into the sofa, her legs resting on my shoulders. I gently moved myself away and positioned her petite, sleeping frame into a laying position on the sofa. I myself lay down on the cushioned floor in front of the sofa and, despite still nursing a raging hard on, found myself drifting off into a deep sleep.

When I awoke the next day, I found that I had slept quite late. I quickly discovered that Emma had awoken earlier and left before any of the other guests, her own boyfriend included. Everybody put it down to the argument that they had subjected everyone to the previous night, but I knew different. I didn't hear from Emma again until a week later when a group of us decided to go out for a meal and then to the pictures. We chose an Italian restaurant and when I arrived, I noticed that Emma and John were already there, sat next to each other at the table. I found myself sitting directly opposite from Emma, but was unable to try to make eye contact with her for fear of suspicion. So I made conversation with everyone and ordered my food, pretending that everything was normal. What happened after our started course had been taken from us was completely unexpected.

I felt something brush up against my leg under the table and at first didn't notice it. When I felt the touch of gentle toes running up the inside of my leg I coughed up some of the Cola I was drinking. I remember that John asked if everything was okay and for the most surreal of moments I almost blurted out that his girlfriend's sexy foot was working it's way slowly to my growing erection. 

Now, Emma was only a small girl and across the table with her legs stretched out fully, her feet stopped a little short of my crotch. Still without glancing in her direction, I scooted my chair closer in to the table, noticing from the corner of my eye that she did similarly. Now I found that she was just able to reach the bulge in my trousers with both her pretty little feet. Softly she began to tease me with her wonderful toes, not in any rush whatsoever. I found myself begin to enjoy the massaging feeling on the head of my penis. They didn't feel like they were bare; I figured that she was wearing a pair of socks or something. I hadn't noticed earlier as she had been already sat at the table when I had arrived at the restaurant. 

In the meanwhile, our main course was delivered and Emma stopped massaging me for a while in order to eat her food; much to my dismay. Yet, as soon as she had finished, I felt her feet finding my crotch once again and I immediately rose to the occasion. This time, she was serious; I felt her toes working the zipper of my trousers down, before she worked her foot into my pants. The feel of her soft, stockinged toes against my penis made me flush with delight. 

I felt myself flushing, and when one of my friend's pointed it out, I had to make up an excuse about the heat in the restaurant. Emma in the meantime, had worked my penis free from it's restraints and it was now out in the open. I was so grateful at the time that the restaurant had full length tablecloths so that nobody could see what was going on under there. I found the feel of her feet in a pair of thin, cotton socks very enjoyable; there was something about the friction that sent hot, pulsing sensations through my entire body.

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Footfucking Fun - Sauna Feet

Mike thought he must have misheard the girl. Did she really say that?

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Yes," the girl repeated, "in the sauna, you must stay naked."

Mike swallowed.

"No trunks or even a towel?"

"No," the girl replied in that accent, brushing her long blonde hair behind her left ear, "you may sit on your towel, but you won't want to keep it wrapped around you anyway - it's too hot!"

Her hands disappeared under the counter to pull out a thick, fluffy yellow towel and a locker key.

"Enjoy!" she said, smiling and dazzling him with those blue eyes. Mike tried to act like it was an everyday occurrence; being told by a beautiful Swedish blonde-haired, blue-eyed 20-something girl that he had to walk around not wearing a stitch in the Canary Island sauna he had was visiting on a work assignment. Thoughts of his local central London fitness centre and its Stalin-esque: "Swimming costumes MUST be worn at ALL TIMES!" signs made him feel like he was a long way from the dreary, stuffy capital, which, he had to admit, pleased him no-end.

"Oh, one other thing," she continued, "there is a women-only sauna and also there is a mixed sauna for men, but there are signs, don't worry."

Although he had heard her perfectly, he struggled to comprehend what she had said. Did she really mean that this is a mixed, nude sauna, he asked himself. The very notion made his heart beat that bit faster and gave him a flash of sheer lust deep within his balls, making his cock tingle.

"Ok. Thank you," he said, smiling at the girl and taking his towel and key as coolly as he knew how. He walked through the male locker room door to the left of reception.

Naked mixed (mixed!!) sauna, he thought to himself, amused and aroused, as he sat down and untied his running shoes. He pulled them off, also peeling away his sweaty sports socks, getting a waft of his warm, sweaty foot aroma as he did. The floor tiles of the locker room felt sensational under the soles and toes of his muscular bare feet, which ached from his long run on the gym treadmill. He placed his towel on one of the short, wooden benches next to the lockers, looking up in time to nod to a bronzed, muscular male who had just come out of the shower and was drying himself off. Mike pulled his sweaty running top over his head and stowed it in one of the lockers. He untied the waistband of his black shorts and slid them down his strong legs. He tossed the damp, ripe shorts along with his shirt, running shoes, sweaty socks and room key in the locker. As he picked up his towel, he glanced over at the tanned, fit guy who was now sitting on his bench vigorously drying his sun-kissed Mediterranean feet. Mike's cock twitched again. He had a raging foot-fetish for both male and female feet, and watching this fit young Spanish guy (he assumed the guy was Spanish, due to the tan and dark hair) spread his long, smooth toes for the blue towel sent a spasm of carnal desire straight to Mike's excitable dick. The guy suddenly looked up, but Mike was already bare-footing his way over towards the showers, towel in hand.

The hot shower felt so good after the hard, hot 90 minutes in the gym. He had arrived on the island yesterday to review the hotel for a travel brochure, and so had to make the most of his trip and gather plenty material for the article. He took a large glug of the clear, sweet-smelling shower gel in the palm of his hand and soaped himself from head to toe. Thoughts of the Swedish receptionist swirled in his mind. He remembered thinking how toned, tanned and firm she looked as she stood speaking to him in that tight, white t-shirt that accentuated the curves of her pert young tits. He had looked back over his shoulder on his way to the male locker room and, to his delight, was able to see that she was wearing blue flip flops on her beautiful naked Swedish feet. He stroked his soapy, rock-hard dick as the hot water lashed down over him, imagining those succulent, sweet, Swedish toes of hers crammed into his mouth, her other foot eagerly wanking him, her toes adeptly splayed to accommodate the girth of his cock, feeling his warm pre-cum lubricating her delicious toe cleavage as she foot-fucked him. He imagined the orgasm he would have, his sperm erupting from his cock, coating those beautiful toes of hers, showing his utter adoration of her glorious bare feet with spurt after spurt of his hot cum. 

The sound of the locker room door opening and closing interrupted him just as he was about to climax. He glanced out from behind the shower curtain and noted the tanned guy had left, but another man was now undressing.

Mike's reverie had been interrupted, so he decided to keep his orgasm for later. He rinsed himself off, pulling back his foreskin as far as it would go and washing away the soap around his swollen cock head. He turned off the shower and reached for the towel that the Swedish girl had given him, which hung on the wall opposite the shower. He wrapped the towel around his waist, quickly checking to make sure that his erection had subsided sufficiently and that there wasn't an obvious, residual hard-on threatening to burst through the towel. 

He stepped out onto the blue non-slip mat just in time for the other guy to nod in his direction before getting into the shower. Thankful at not getting caught by this guy a few moments earlier, cock in hand, masturbating, he quickly exited the locker room through the door on the left marked 'sauna'.

The main area was bright, humid and had an atmosphere of deep relaxation. There were sun loungers on his side of the room and also across from him, outside the door from the ladies locker room. Relaxing pan-pipe music was playing softly from hidden speakers and at the top of three tiled steps in the lower right corner of the room there was a bubbling, whirling hottub occupied by a flushed-looking guy and girl. To his left, he saw more showers in a recessed, mood-lit part of the room and, further up, two wood and glass rooms which were the saunas themselves. He noted the sauna on the right had a female sign, the other had both a male and female symbol to the left of its heavy glass door. Two men quietly chatted on sun loungers in an alcove to his left, nodding to Mike as he entered the room.

As Mike lowered himself down onto one of the sun loungers, the hottub couple stood up in the swirling, bubbling water and climbed out, giggling at some private joke. He hadn't been able to see it a moment ago due to the fact that they were sitting down, but both the guy and the girl were completely naked. The girl led the way down the few short steps from the hottub. The warm midday sunshine which streamed in through the tinted windows at the far right of the room made the girl's shaved pussy glisten, wet and hot from the jacuzzi. Her boyfriend followed her closely, water still dripping from the tip of his uncut cock while she looked back at him, smiling and giggling. They wrapped large beach towels around themselves then reclined on a couple of sun loungers near the ladies sauna.

Mike had been in hotels abroad before with places like this, but this was the first time he had ever experienced an environment where men and women could freely be naked together like this. It was such a turn-on, this level of indecency, if that's what it was, and just as Mike was about to de-towel and strut naked into the mixed nude sauna, a woman exited the ladies sauna, towel in hand, and began to walk towards the sun lounger directly opposite him.

She must have been 27 or 28, Mike thought to himself, and she was utterly stunning. She was in the region of 5ft 10" and had long, dirty blonde hair which was tied back, exposing her soft neck and shoulders. Her nipples were hard from the change in temperature between the sauna and the main area, and she smiled over at Mike as she walked towards her sun lounger. His eyes lingered over her breasts, moving south towards that divine little landing strip of blonde bush which she wore so well, perfectly trimmed to a fine point, in line with her clit which, Mike imagined, must have been red hot after her time in the sauna. His eyes slid down those perfect long legs of hers and his heart thudded within his chest.

She had the most gorgeous feet; a size six, maybe a seven, with strong, defined toes which she had painted a glorious electric blue. He watched as those toes moved and spread on the floor as she walked, the firm, smooth balls of her feet making a deliciously naked slapping sound against the stone floor with every step she took. She sat down on the lounger directly opposite Mike and, smiling over at him, swung her legs around so that the soles of her bare feet were now facing him.

Mike drank in every detail of the sight of those breathtakingly beautiful bare soles of hers. She had glorious, high arches and smooth-as-silk wrinkled soles. Her heels and ankles looked strong and fit; the sweet pinkness of her skin glistened either side along the length of each foot, from the base of her toes right up to the tips of her heels, in perfect alignment with the curves of her fine ankles. 

She lay back on the sun lounger, her right arm up by her head, as Mike continued to study her bare feet. He suddenly realised he had one hand under the towel around his waist and he was stroking himself. He glanced left and right but no-one was paying any heed; the two guys were still quietly chatting in the alcove and the young naked couple looked as if they were asleep on their sun loungers. Mike continued to masturbate, his eyes locked on the girl's bare feet. He wondered if she had ever had those toes of hers sucked before. Did she watch, open mouthed and sighing as her boyfriend fucked her succulent toe cleavage with his tongue, his hand tightly wrapped around her ankle, all five toes deep within his mouth at once. Did he make her gasp by tickling those wrinkled bare soles with the tip of his hard cock before stretching her toes apart and forcing the head of his prick between them, lubricating between her sweet toes with his saliva and pre-cum. He wondered if her boyfriend insisted on continuing to suck her toes while he fucked her, withdrawing his swollen cock at the crucial moment and unloading jet after jet of hot, white cum all over those toes and soles. 

Mike had opened his towel and was now fully jerking himself off to the girl's feet. His own bare feet were in his line of vision and he imagined playing footsie with this blonde stranger, their toes interlocking with each other, the sensation of her beautifully smooth soles against his hairy leg. He imagined she suddenly slid closer to him, her feet now either side of his head as he reclined, her hand around his cock, slowly wanking him off. He pictured turning his head and allowing the ball of her left foot to occupy his mouth while the toes of her right foot grabbed at his nose and cheek. Would she slap his face with those delectable feet as she firmly stroked his hard dick, he wondered. Would she clasp his eager cock between those naked soles, lean forward and suck his cock until it erupted sperm into her mouth?

"Are you enjoying that?" the girl said. Mike hadn't even realised she had looked up and was now watching him. He quickly covered himself with the yellow towel, but all too late.

The girl laughed. "Oh, you're not shy. Not after that little display."

"I'm sorry," Mike gasped, wondering what that accent was that he could hear in her voice. "This nude sauna stuff is new to me and..."

"... And?" the blonde said, putting her arms by her sides.

Mike again looked down at her feet.

"...And your feet just..." he paused.. "well, they blow my mind!"

The girl laughed again.

"Oh, you're one of those foot guys, uh?" she said, wiggling her toes – a gorgeous little performance just for him. Was that a Czech accent he could hear?

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Gabriella" she replied. "And yours?"

"Mike," he said.

"Well, Mike," she said, bringing her right foot across her left leg so that she sat cross-legged on the sun-lounger, "I'll bet you'd like to do some naughty things to my bare feet now, wouldn't you?"

The lump under Mike's towel stirred. It was all the answer she needed.

"Would you like to join me in the hottub?" she asked.

Before he could reply, she was up on those beautiful feet of hers and ascending the steps to the jacuzzi, looking back over her shoulder at him. He glanced around the main area. The two guys in the alcove were still in conversation and the young couple had seemingly entered the mixed sauna together, as they were no longer on their loungers. Mike stood up, allowing his towel to fall to the floor.

He padded naked across the room and climbed the steps to the hottub. Gabriella was already sitting, arms extended wide around the edge, grinning at him, her eyes flicking between his face and his stiff cock. She playfully bit her bottom lip as he stepped into the hottub, keeping his back to the two men further up the room so that they would be unable to see his hard-on. As he quickly glanced over his shoulder at them before sitting down, Gabriella suddenly leant forward and opened her mouth around his hard cock.

Mike gasped as she put her hand around the base of his shaft, her mouth spread wide around his cock as it slowly slipped back and forth between her lips. She held him firmly, sucking and licking him all the way from his balls to the tip of his cock, scooping pre-cum from his slit into her mouth.

"Mmm," she grinned. "Get in!"

Mike sat down in the hottub, feeling the water jets blasting every inch of him. Gabriella sat back on the plastic seat and extended her right leg up out of the water.

"Suck my toes, Mike," she said, her painted toes landing on Mike's lips, which he quickly opened. 

Her beautiful wet toes slid into his mouth as he held her smooth ankle with his right hand. At first he concentrated on her big toe, sucking it as deep into his mouth as he could get it, then her second and third toes, then her fourth and pinkie toes, making her squirm and laugh. He saw that her right hand was underwater and she was masturbating while his tongue explored between her toes, making his cock surge with desire. He opened wide his mouth and easily slipped all five beautiful toes inside, almost up to the middle of her foot, making her gasp.

She sat back and Mike suddenly felt her left foot against the base of his shaft . She pushed her right foot even deeper into his mouth, making his mouth even wider, feeling his tongue slide between her toes.

"Mmm," she purred, "I want to feel that cock between my toes, Mike."

Gabriella spread her toes wide and began to firmly foot-fuck him in the hottub. Lubricated by the warm water, she effortlessly accommodated his engorged cock head between her first and second toes and was wanking him back and forth, teasing his foreskin up and down, steadily driving him to climax, her fingers in her pussy all the while.

Just as he was about to shoot his load, Gabriella started to cum. The noises she made went undetected by the two men in the room, but just barely. She seemed to shriek, but quietly, and it was the first time Mike had ever heard such a sound, and he was unsure if the sudden pink tinge on her face was from this powerful orgasm now ripping through her cunt or from being in the hot water for too long. She suddenly pulled her foot from his mouth and freed his cock from between her wet toes.

"Wow...!" she sighed, seemingly lightheaded. "It's been a long time since a man has made me cum like that!"

Mike didn't know what to say. He quickly thought of something.

"Mmmm, don't stop," he begged. "I'm so close..!"

Gabriella grinned at him. She stood up.

"Well then," she replied, "you're going to have to make yourself cum and think about my toes in your mouth and around your cock, aren't you?"

The fucking cock tease, Mike thought to himself as she climbed up out of the hottub. He had to cum! Why wasn't she now sucking his sperm from between her toes, cleaning her gorgeous feet with that skilled mouth of hers? Fuck! He'd been nothing more than her disposable sextoy. Not that he minded, of course, but now his balls were groaning and he had to make himself orgasm for the good of his sanity.

Gabriella lay back down on her sun lounger and reclined once more while Mike climbed up out of the jacuzzi. He picked up his towel and headed for the locker room. He was pleased to see that it was empty and, hanging up his towel, he climbed back into the shower to masturbate urgently, still savouring the flavour of Gabriella's toes in his mouth. His cock was rock hard again in seconds and just as he was about to ejaculate, a woman spoke.

"You fucking pervert!" the Swedish receptionist said. She was holding open the shower curtain and watching Mike, erect prick in hand. "I was watching you with that slut in the hottub!"

"I...." Mike stammered..."Sh—She!...."

The Swedish girl had been mopping the floor while the changing room had been empty and Mike hadn't spotted her behind the lockers at the far end.

"So you like to suck fucking toes, uh?" the girl said. "Get on the floor! " she barked, pointing at the corner of the shower, "Get on your back! GET DOWN NOW!" 

Mike did as he was commanded, sitting down as the hot water sprayed down onto him, then lying back against the tiled wall of the shower. His erection bumped against his stomach as he lay back, and he saw the girl kicking off her flip flops.

She climbed into the shower, her white t-shirt getting soaked through. Mike delighted at the sight of her nipples through the cotton. She removed her shirt and slid her shorts down her legs, exposing her beautiful Swedish cunt. She sat opposite Mike. 

"Now," she said, "you'll suck my toes!"

She slapped his face with her right foot, his astonished mouth already open wide for her sweet toes. He extended his tongue and eagerly licked the length of her gorgeous sole, tasting the rubber of her flip flops on her skin. Her toes disappeared into his mouth, his tongue fucking each sweet valley of her toe cleavage in turn. Quickly she withdrew her foot.

"I know what you REALLY want," she grinned, slowly wrapping her deliciously wrinkled Swedish soles around his throbbing dick.

He watched, open-mouthed as those beautiful bare feet slid up and down his hard cock while the water sprayed down over both of them. She possessed the smoothest, sexiest toes and soles which just relented to every vein and ridge of his hard cock. She had him gripped at the base of his cock while she expertly used those Swedish toes to make him cum.

Great, hot ropes of sticky sperm shot from the end of Mike's cock as the girl milked him dry. She adjusted her foot technique so that she was now stroking the most sensitive part of his cock as his cum decorated her Swedish toes and ankles. Her wet soles slid all over the epicentre of Mike's orgasm, now glistening with his semen. He noted the first great jet of cum which he had unleashed somehow managed to land between the girl's tits as she lay opposite him. 

Mike gasped, his eyes still on the girl's bare feet.

"Now," she said, sitting upright, "clean yourself up and get out of my changing area, understand?"

Again, not sure of what to say, Mike nodded. She slapped him hard as she stood up.

"Fucking pervert!"

Not sure of the bizarre occurrences of which he had just experienced, Mike decided to do what she said. He quickly showered, emptied his locker, pulled on a change of clothes and left the sauna area, the Swedish girl watching his every move.

Back in the room, he turned his laptop on. He stared at the screen for a second, the taste of toes still on his lips. He grinned. This was going to be a glowing review.

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