Feet of Dreams - Part 3.

"Well, we're still together, but kind of separated," she said quietly.

We talked about it for a little while, and she explained that he kind of surprised her one day last month, saying that maybe they need a break from each other for a while. I thought that was kind of strange. Taking a break when you are married doesn't really seem like an option. She didn't think he was cheating, but wasn't sure. Maybe it was the stress of being parents, who knows.

Well, it started getting late and the crowd started thinning. We started to wind down our talk, and joined the rest of the people to start saying our goodbyes. We all exchanged numbers, and of course vowed to do this again. 

I told Wendy that if she ever needed to talk, feel free to give me a call. 

"I'll do that Matt... we should keep in touch."

And, that was that. We walked to our respective cars, and waved goodbye.

That night, again I was in a state of arousal caused by Wendy. I laid in bed, hand on cock, thinking about Wendy's feet. They looked so fresh and tasty in those straw shoes. I finally got to see that little tattoo in person. It didn't take long, and I blew my load and drifted off to sleep.

I had no plans for Saturday, except for hanging out and being lazy. I thought about sitting in the back yard, getting some sun, and that was pretty much it. 

It was about 11:00 in the morning, when my doorbell rang. I figured it was probably a neighborhood kid. I didn't even ask who it is, I just opened the door. "Wendy," I said in a surprised manor, "What's going on."

"Nothing, I was just in the neighborhood, and Rachel has some family stuff going on today, so I thought I'd drop by. Is that ok?"

"Yeah... come on in."

She stepped in, and I stepped back. I did a quick once over.

Red tank top, tucked into khaki shorts, white Nike running shoes. Damnit! She looked great, with those smooth tanned legs, but... the Nikes were not what I wanted to see.

I gave her the customary tour of the house. We finished up in the kitchen, where I grabbed us each a bottle of water.

"Why don't we sit outside for a while," I offered

"Sure, it beautiful out," Wendy replied.

We sat in the chairs by the table, under the umbrella. It was hot out, but we didn't necessarily want to be in the sun just yet. We talked for a while, mostly about nothing. I had speakers set up in the back, so we really just hung out and listened to music. My mind, however, was up to its old tricks. Here was Wendy, live and in person, in my yard, bringing out all those old thoughts and feelings. Her athletic legs still looked great. Her arms were still nicely defined. Her stomach still flat. And if my eyes had lasers in them, those shoes would have been melted off. I was getting uncomfortable in my chair. My dick was hard, it was hot out, and Wendy was 3 feet from me. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs. Stretching out her calves. I think she was doing this on purpose.

"How did you feel this morning," she asked.

"A little cloudy at first, but it went away pretty quickly," I answered.

"Any trouble falling asleep," she asked in a way that made me think she knew I had jerked off.

"A little at first, my mind was racing, but I relaxed quickly," I told her.

She just kind of snickered.

After about an hour, the heat was really building outside. We weren't exactly sweating, but it was getting a little too hot.

"It's starting to get a little hot out here, so you want to veg out inside for a while?" I asked.

"Good idea."

Wendy led the way to the family room. I stared at her toned legs every step of the way. Those fucking Nikes were pissing me off.

We each sat on the couch, and I turned on the speakers so we could listen to the music and relax. Although, it was hard for me to relax with Wendy 2 feet away on the couch.

"Nice couch," Wendy said, "is it new?"

"Yeah, I got it when I moved in here," I answered back

"Well, I don't want to ruin it," she said with a gleam in her eye, "so do me a favor and take my shoes of." With that, she swung her legs up on the couch with her feet on my lap.

I sat there stunned for a minute, then Wendy playfully poked me with her shoe. "Take off my shoes," she demanded.

With excitement, I picked up her left foot, pulled the lace to untie it, loosened the laces, and then slowly pulled the shoe off. She put her little white sock covered foot on my lap. I repeated the same with her right foot.

"Now rub them," Wendy said authoritatively.

So I picked her left foot back up and began to massage it through the sock. The bottom of the sock was a little moist, and there was a faint aroma. I was officially hard. My cock was at it fullest, and throbbed in my shorts. Thank god they were a little loose fitting, because it gave my dick room to stretch out.

I slowly pushed my thumbs into her heel, pressing and moving them in small circles. I continued this for a few more minutes, focusing on this spot. My mind, however was racing. Thoughts of what could possibly come of this... sucking her toes... fucking her feet... 

"Mmmm that feels great Matt, I forgot how good you were at this."

I didn't answer, but just looked up into her eyes and smiled.

She smiled back, and said, "Take the sock off."

I moved my hand around, stuck my index finger in, and stretched it out to begin sliding it off.

She jerked her foot away. "With your teeth," she commanded.

I looked back into her eyes. She had a wicked grin on her face.

She pushed her foot against my face, with her sole over my nose and mouth.

My body was on fire. I was almost trembling with desire. I pushed my face into her foot, and she pushed lightly back. She ground her foot against my face. I held it there, and took in a deep breath. The aroma was intoxicating. I put both hands around her ankle, and removed her foot from my face. The moisture from the sock left a touch of residue on my upper lip. Her scent was on me. 

I held her ankle, and debated which angle I was going to remove the sock. Anticipation and excitement were growing in my body. The electricity was incredible. I leaned forward, lifted her leg upwards, and moved my mouth towards her Achilles. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her calf, then slowly licked down towards her foot. When I reached the sock, I stuck my tongue in to give it some leverage, and then I pulled it just enough to get a grip with my teeth. I slowly peeled the moist sock off, first getting it over her heel. Once over the heel, I got half way down her sole, and stopped. I pressed my face so her naked heel rested against my chin. I rubbed my chin gently, feeling the sweaty goodness. I resumed my peeling, and in a few seconds the sock was off. I kept it in my mouth, looking into Wendy's eyes. She just settled back into the couch. I was still holding her foot up, and I needed to feel that bare skin. I spit the sock out, and pressed her soft, sweaty sole onto my cheek. I moved her foot and my face in circles, as I made sure every part of her soft sole touched every part of my face. It was heaven.

I stuck my tongue in between each toe, tasting the saltiness. As I did this, I could feel Wendy begin to squirm a little, as she was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was. I didn't start to completely lick her foot and toes, because I was enjoying the natural softness and moisture from her foot... I wasn't ready to give that up yet, so I pulled my face away, and started to massage some more.

"MMMMmmmmm that's sooo nice..." moaned Wendy, "pull on my toes."

I did as requested, and pointed her foot towards me. I let it rest on my leg. The feel of her warm, smooth skin against mine was like silk. I began at the big toe, and I gripped it between my thumb and index finger. I moved my fingers in a circular motion..slowly. I was in no hurry, and I could tell Wendy wasn't either. I then moved my fingers up to the pad of her toe, and manipulated it the same way... and gently tugging up. 

I then moved to the next toe..and the next... doing the same routine.

"Yessss... that feels sooo goood," Wendy hummed softly.

"Now rub my sole," 

That order was no problem. As I said earlier, her soles were unbelievable. I gladly moved my hands lower. I first wrapped my hands around her foot, and squeezed tightly. Her thick soles filled my hands so nicely. The soft skin in my palms was heaven. I rubbed my right palm, up and down her sole. Slowly, up and down... slow long stokes.

"That's it," Wendy oohed, "keep doing that."

For about 5 minutes, I made that same motion. The heat from the friction felt good.

"I think it's time to give my other foot some attention," Wendy said.

Leaving her left foot on my lap, I grabbed her right. I was about to untie it, but I stopped, looked at Wendy, and leaned in to untie it with my mouth. I took hold of the lace, pulled, and untied it. I did, however, use my hands to pull the shoe off.

Now, here I was again, with a warm, moist, socked foot. I leaned in and took a deep breath, which brought out a little giggle from Wendy.

"Take your shirt off," Wendy ordered

I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

Wendy inched her way closer to me, and took her unsocked left foot and placed it on my chest. She rubbed it all over, on my chest and stomach. She used her toes, and gently pulled on my chest hair. She then used her toes to grab my nipple. She took hold, and gave it a good pull. No one had ever really played with my nipples before, and the fact that it was Wendy, doing it with her foot, increased my arousal and playfulness. 

She stopped for a minute, then pulled her own shirt off. She had on a lacey red bra. She looked at me, smiled, unhooked the front, pulled it off and threw it on the floor. Wendy didn't have big tits, in fact they were a little small. But, the nipples were hard, and pointed straight out.

"Pull the sock off," Wendy commanded.

I did

"Now hold it under your nose!"

I bunched it up and held it against my nostrils. 

Wendy then began to rub both feet up and down my chest. "That's it, smell my sock... is it sweaty..." Wendy rambled.

"You love my feet, don't you," she kept on as her toes pulled my nipples.

My excitement was at a new peak. My cock was straining to get out. I was starting to squirm on the couch. My dick needed to be touched, needed to be relieved. 

I looked at Wendy, and her eyes had a different look to them. They were intense. They were intensely staring at me. 

Wendy reached with her foot and pulled the sock from my face. "Lick my feet... lick'm," she ordered.

I grabbed her foot and started licking like a madman. Slobbering, licking, kissing, sucking.

"MMMMmmmmm... oh... that's it... ooohhhhhh."

Wendy moved her hand downward, and placed it on the outside of her crotch. She used her whole hand and squeezed. She squeezed and released... squeezed and released. Wendy was as turned on and horny as I was. While one hand rubbed her pussy, her other hand went to her mouth. "Mmmmmm..." mixed in with slurping sounds as she sucked mightily on two fingers. 

Watching her, I also began to rub my crotch through my shorts. It felt good, as my dick needed to be touched. I continued to suck her toes and rub her crotch, while she continued her finger sucking. Next, however, I saw her move her hand away from her crotch. With one hand, she unfastened the shorts. She yanked her feet away from me, and with both hands, quickly removed her shorts, and tossed them aside. She then sat up towards me, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss.

This kiss was all about lust, nothing more. Our mouths were wide open, as our tongues swirled around each other. The kiss was wet... very wet. It was like we were both drooling into each others' mouths. Our faces were coated in saliva. Strands of spit pulled from our lips as we moved our mouths around. 

Wendy moved her face to my ear. She covered my ear with her mouth, and moaned heavily as her tongue danced in my ear. "God that feels good," I moaned softly.

Wendy worked on my ear for a while, then slowly went down to my neck. As she swirled her tongue under my chin and around my neck, I pulled her body close to mine. The sweaty heat felt like electricity as our chest came together. My hands rubbed the smooth skin of her back. Wendy then pulled back. She sat still for a moment and looked me in the eye. My heart was beating incredibly fast, but the moment was still. Wendy then took hold of my right hand, and brought it to her mouth. At first, she sucked my index finger into her mouth. She slid it in and out, and swirled her tongue. After only a minute or so, she added my middle finger to her sucking. She started sucking more aggressively. As she did this, I reached my left hand down towards her pussy. I traced my way down her chest, squeezed her nipple, then continued downward. I felt her trimmed pubes, and knew I was right there. I knew we were both horny, so without even feeling for wetness, I plunged two fingers in.

"uuuuhhhhhhhh," Wendy moaned, "uuuhhhhhhhh.," as she continued to suck my fingers.

I moved my fingers slowly at first, twisting them as I slid in and out.

Wendy began to move her hips in rhythm with my hand. 

She pulled my fingers out of her mouth. They were soaking wet from her sucking. Next thing I know, she holds my hand in front of her face, and spits on it. She spit again, and to my surprise, she leaned in towards my wet hand, and start licking her spit up. This continued, as she would spit, lick it up, spit more... my hand was literally dripping wet. I'd never seen this before, but I could tell it was getting her hot, so I started to move my fingers in her pussy with more vigor. In and out... in and out... her dripping pussy was sucking in my hand.

I needed better leverage, so I eased her back on the couch. I was off the couch, kneeling on the floor. I kept my one hand in her mouth, where she continued the spitting and sucking. With my other hand, I started pounding my fingers in and out. I used my leverage and angle, and fucked her with my hand.

"Ohhhh yeahh... that's it... fuck yeah... oohhhhh," Wendy moaned as she built up for an orgasm.

"keep going... ooohhhh yeah... keeeeeppp ooohhhhhhh."

She was spread wide open, with one leg over the back of the couch. I stared at her foot. Her clenched toes inspired me as I get pounding on, trying to help Wendy cum.

"Uh huh... uh huh... uh huh... " I could tell she was getting close , as she got into rhythm.

"Uh huh... uh huh... uh huh... uh... uh... uh... uhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm hit. "ooohhhhhh... ohhohho.' Her body relaxed, as she went limp into the couch.

"Oh Matt, that was great... " She reached for my face, and pulled it to hers. We kissed again, this time a little more tenderly. Wendy rubbed my back for a few minutes, as our kiss lingered. 

"Stand up," Wendy ordered as we broke our kiss.

I stood.

She reached for my waist, and unbuttoned my shorts. With one quick tug, both my shorts and underwear were down around my ankles. My cock, my hard and aching cock, stared Wendy in the face. She sat up, and moved her face right in front of it. Gently, she rubbed her cheek against the purple head. This touch caused shivers, that almost made me fall over. She moved her hands around to my ass, and held on to my cheeks. She continued the rubbing of her face on my dick. She then turned her face sideways, and moved forward underneath my hard cock. She pressed her nose to the base of the underside of my cock, just above my sack top. She held her face there and breathed in. I could hear her, as her deep breaths filled her nostrils with the scent of my crotch. Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks, and she moved her face around slowly, trying to smell as much as she could.

I then felt her tongue tap one of my balls. Very slowly, she let her tongue push my ball around the sack. Then she moved to the other. In the meantime, my hips started gyrating a little, because my dick needed relief. Next, I felt her take a ball in her mouth. She sucked it hard. As she did this, she also pressed her tongue into my sack. This continued for a while, until finally, while still holding my ass, she engulfed my cock into her hot, wet mouth in one stroke. She held her mouth while deep throating it, and swirled her tongue. She didn't pull back at all, just sucked. She could probably tell that any more action would cause me to blow, so she slid her mouth off. When she did this, a thick stream of saliva appeared, staying attached between her lips and my dick. She looked down and smiled at it. She took one hand, wiped the spit from her mouth, and then wiped the excess back onto my dick. She spread the spit all around my shaft, again, being very gentle so she wouldn't make me cum.

With one hand still moistening my cock, she put her other hand in front of her mouth. She spit into her hand. She spit again... and again. Next, she placed her wet hand around my cock and spread that around too. 

"Lay down on the floor," she said, while still holding my cock and guiding me.

She was still sitting on the couch. She released her hold on my dick. She had me on my back, laying sideways about a foot away from the couch. 

"Lick my feet... get them wet," she said as she held them over my open mouth.

"That's it, slobber on them," she ordered

With as much saliva as I could muster, I lathered her feet. As I was working on one foot, Wendy pulled her other foot away, towards her own mouth. It was the hottest thing I ever saw, when Wendy started sucking her own toes. This caused me to lick with even more abandon. Then, with her foot just inches from her face, she spit a huge amount of saliva on the top of her foot. She pulled her other foot from my mouth, and put the spit covered one in front of it.

"Lick my spit off,"

Without a hesitation, my tongue reached out and sucked her spit in.

"That's it... mix it with yours... yeah... mmmmm."

She then spit on her other foot, and placed that one at my mouth too. I licked and sucked and spit... our nasty saliva was one. Wendy leaned back, and stuck a finger in her pussy. She slowly moved it in and out, "mmmm mmmmm," she moaned.

Her feet were now covered in sweat and spit. She pulled her finger out of her pussy, and leaned over to offer me a taste. I sucked her fingers hard. In the meantime, I felt her place her feet on my dick. She had both feet holding it down, flat against my belly. She pulled her fingers from my mouth.

"Do you like my spit covered feet on your cock," she asked... not needing a response.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh... oh god..," was all I could get out.

Slowly, she moved her right foot and rested it over my balls. She took her left foot, and began a slow rubbing. Very slowly, and with little pressure, she rubbed her spit covered, soft sole on my spit covered dick. The sensation was incredible. Her smooth sole glided over my over engorged sick. Her slippery right foot started moving on my balls. She kep this going for a few minutes, but then realized... I needed to cum... NOW.

She placed both feet, so her toes were on either side of my shaft. With a slow steady motion, she began to jerk me off. Up and down, I watched with lust, as those beautiful feet moved along my dick. My hips started to move with her feet. Sensing that it was time, she moved her feet so that my dick was between her soles. She used more pressure, and began to jerk again. Tightly, her wet feet jerked, up and down... up and down... My breathing was increasing.. "Ohhhhhh godddddddd uuuuhhhhhhhh," I mumbled almost incoherently. 

"Fuck my feet... fuck them," Wendy encouraged. 

My dick was locked between her soles... sliding in and out. I pumped harder... Wendy jerked faster. Up and down... up and down... up and down... faster... steady... up and down... "uuhhhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed... almost cried in relief... Shaking, as the cum shot like a bullet out of my body. Wendy kept her feet moving, and my dick kept squirting. It seemed like a months supply shot out. My toes were clenched, my temples throbbed, as the most intense orgasm I ever had shook my body. 

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Feet of Dreams - Part 2.

"Me too," Wendy laughed, "That was a lot of fun last night." "Did you sleep ok," she aaked.

"Really peacefully," I said confidently, while visions of my wet dream went through my mind. 

She was standing right next to my chair, and began to disrobe. She undid the belt, and... Blue Bikini. Not a teeny weeny bikini, it was kind of sporty actually, like the ones volley ball players wear. God she looked good. The toned body just looked fantastic. She turned towards her chair, to straighten out her towel. As she did this, I got a great opportunity to look at her feet. THERE THEY WERE in full view! The muscular top, with the sexy toes. Painted with an aqua colored polish. As she moved about trying to adjust the towel, I got a glimpse of the fleshy soles as her foot lifted from the flip flop. Bending her foot, twisting it as she worked the towel. Then I got the perfect view. To keep her balnce, she had her left foot on the ground, and put her right knee on the chair. When she did this, the right shoe fighting gravity trying to stay on. After a view seconds, she let it drop. That fleshy sole, pink and warm from the heat, crinkled as she tucked in the towel. It took every ounce of restraint for me not to lean forward and start tonguing that sole. It was like it was daring me... teasing me... only 3 feet away... I could almost taste it... 

"Hey kink boy, you lookin' at my ass or my foot," I heard Wendy say sarcastically.

I snapped back to reality,"uhhhh... your towel actually, it's such a nice shade of white," I barked back.

"Yeah, right," she laughed and then sat down.

You all know the beauty of sitting next to a women with great feet on a lounger... That's right, those toes just stared right at me. I never even had to turn my head, or try to sneak a peak... they were right there. 

Wendy then got out her lotion... God I love the warm weather... Rubbing some into her hands, then starting with her arms. Up and down, around and around, all over her arms. She squirted more into her palm, and began rubbing it into her chest and stomach. As she worked her stomach, I couldn't believe that even in a reclining position, there was absolutely zero fat on her abs. 

She put more into her hands, and started on her legs. She leaned back in her chair, and bent her left knee so she could pull her leg towards her... slowly worked it into her thighs, massaging the oil in... kneading the skin... With more lotion, she pulled her right leg forward, and did the same with massaging technique. The perspiration was starting, so that mixed in with the lotion, made her skin begin the glisten. The top of the thigh, the outside of the thigh, and then she opened her legs a little so she could lotion the inside of her thigh. 

Then it was time for the shins. For this, she leaned forward, with her legs flat on the lounger. It was almost like she was doing hamstring stretches, as she leaned forward to rub the lotion into her shin. Again starting with the left, she moved forward and back... forward and back... letting that motion do the rubbing. As she did this, I looked at her toes. She kept her feet with the hhel on the chair and the toes pointing up. When she would lean forward, her feet would stay like this, however the stretching made her feet stiffen and her toes spread out... So here I was watching... forward lean... hold and rub lotion... spread the toes... then pull back... foot relaxes... She then switched to the right and did the same routine.

I, in the meantime, just sat back and enjoyed the show. I now had seen the arms, body, legs... I couldn't wait for the encore of the feet!

She squirted more lotion into her hand and leaned back. "Oh boy," I thought. "She's going to pull her feet back towards her."

However, she rubbed it into her face, put her arms to her side and began to tan.

"Whoa..whoa..." my head screamed. "Don't forget the feet... the feet... please... " But nothing. She just sat back and tanned.

I laid there, staring at those blue toes... "Please Wendy, touch them... touch them," I kept saying in my head. But... nothing.

So we both sat quietly sunning. Well, it wasn't the worst day of my life, that's for sure.

I was actually quite comfortable now. The sun was hot and tiring. I was sweating, relaxing... 

"Matt," I heard

"Yeah," I said and turned my head towards her.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends, whadaya want?"

"Well, I forgot to put lotion on my ankles and feet. Do you think you could help me out," She asked with a shit eating grin.

"Fuck you," I joked back, figuring she was just trying to embarrass me from last night.

"No, I'm serious. I didn't put any on, the sun is strong, and" she hesitated, "I know you want to."

I didn't answer.

"Matt," she smiled, "It's cool... but... you have to give me a nice foot massage. That way we both get something out of it."

Again I was silent. Here was the girl with the feet of my dreams telling me I now had permission to rub her feet.

"Here, let's get going," she ordered, and tossed the lotion at me.

I moved over to the end of the lounge. There was only about 8 inches of space, so I sat, and asked her to pull her legs up a little. She did, and then as soon as I got situated, she laid her legs over my thighs.

"Get going," she spoke.

I squirted a healthy glob of lotion into my hands. I held her left foot first, which was the one closer to my body. And I started. I started by rubbing the healthy glob onto her sole. Massaging it in. Using both hands, I swirled and covered every inch, top and bottom, with lotion. The more I rubbed, the more the lotion was working its way into the skin. The excess lotion on my hands too, was starting to disappear too. Now, I was able to actually feel the skin. The fleshy soles were just as I thought they'd be. They were so soft, and filled my palm. I held my palm against her sole... just held it there... feeling her flesh against mine. The softness was the most sensual thing I ever felt. I looked over at Wendy's face, and she was just leaning back enjoying the rub. I then went to work on her toes. With my index finger, one by one, I pressed it in between the toes. I slid it in, held it for a second, and then made a small circular motion to stretch out the toes. I did this in between each toe. Next, I went one by one, starting with the big toe, and pulled from the base up to the tip, using my thumb and index finger. I did this 2 times on each toe. When I was done though, I went back to the big toe. I wrapped my thumb and index finger back around it. I gently pulled... up... and down... up and down... slowly. It was as if I was jerking off her toe. Circular... up and down... up and down... "Ooohhhh, that is great," I heard Wendy say in a breathy voice.

After finishing with her toes, I went back down to her soles. They were now dry from the lotion, but the heat was making them perspire a little. I took my thumb, and pressed it firmly into her arch. Top to bottom, my thumb pressed. Then, I switched to taking my thumb and pressing it in... holding it for 5 seconds... moving it an inch and pressing it in... the same routine all up and down her sole. She especially liked it when I did this to her heal. After the thumb press, I rested the foot in my hand, and reached under to massage her Achilles. Using my thumb and index finger again, I slowly put pressure up and down the outside of the Achilles. Then put my hand, specifically the web between my thumb and index finger, around the back of her Achilles. With slight pressure, I rubbed it up and down... up and down... 

I looked over at Wendy again, and she was completely at ease. She glanced at me, gave me a quick smile, and then put her head back to enjoy the massage. 

I decided to move to her right foot now. I gently placed her left foot back onto my lap. I looked down at my crotch, and realized I was pitching a serious tent. I was so in tune with what I was doing, that I didn't even realize my erection! So carefully avoiding my cock, I reached for the right.

Since the work on the left went over so well, I went with the same routine... lots of lotion on the soles, etc... She was really enjoying it. I was too, but now I was completely aware of my hard cock. I was also aware that I was loving these feet, but it was kind of like a tease. I literally had them in my hands, but we were outdoors, with a few other people around, and I couldn't do more with them. Couldn't take the toes in my mouth. Lick her soles, or rub them on my face. 

Meanwhile, as I was thinking, I must have stopped my rubbing, because Wendy said, "You're not done yet are you?"

"Uh..no," I said back

"Well then let's get moving," She said. Right after saying that, she took her free foot to poke me as if to get me working. She nudged my arm, and then put her foot back down on my lap. However, her foot brushed against my straining cock. She held it there for a second. She patted it, like she wasn't sure what was there,... or like she was feeling for something.

I froze. I looked over at her. She leaned forward to see if what she was feeling was actually what she thought it was. Her eyes opened wide.

"Matty, I see you're enjoying this too," she said playfully.

"Yeah," I mumbled, still holding her foot.

She playfully took both of her feet, and pressed them on my crotch. She applied some quick pressure, and said, "I think maybe we should cool off in the pool." With that, she moved her feet, got up and jumped in the water.

I was stunned... shocked... pissed... horny!

My dick was still rock hard, openly pointing out. It looked like a teepee. I knew I couldn't just get up and walk to the pool. Everyone would notice. I looked in the pool, and saw Wendy looking at me. She was laughing... she knew what the problem was.

I decided it was best to just sit there for a few minutes, and let my dick calm down. I tried thinking of other things... baseball... work... the dog... but then I'd glance over at the pool, and Wendy would stick her leg out of the water, and wave with her foot. I laughed, because she knew she was killing me. 

Finally, my erection started to subside a little bit. At least, a little enough that I could make a break for the pool. I got up, and did a quick scoot to the pool. I jumped in, swam right over to a giggling Wendy, and splashed water in her face.

"That was so unfair," I scolded

"Yeah, probably... but thanks for the massage!" said a proud Wendy

We hung out in the pool for a while longer. I still had a semi hard dick, but at least I was able to keep it somewhat concealed. By 1:00, it was time to go back to the rooms to shower, get our bags, and check out. While we were on the elevator, I was again going crazy. Wendy in those flip flops... how they were in my hands... how much more I wanted to do with them. Thank god I had an extra towel, because I kept it in front of me to hide my bulge. Wendy gave me a knowing smirk, "Enjoy your shower." Then she got off at her floor.

I did enjoy my shower. As I let the warm water cascade down my body, it didn't take long for my dick to get hard again. I soaped up my hand, and thought about my day at the pool. My hand moved slowly at first... sliding up and down the shaft. However, my dick needed to cum... I had to release this tension in my body. I grabbed more soap, and lubed up my hand even more. This time, I put one hand on the wall to brace me up, and held the other over my cock. And then, I started fucking my hand! Fucking it like it was Wendy's feet wrapped around my dick. I pumped my hips... faster... in and out... I bent my knees a little more, in order to get a better angle. And I fucked... hips back and forth..faster... faster... I could feel it coming on... I pumped... moaning... faster... my hand banged back against my body in rhythm with my hips... "ooohhhhhhh... aaahhhhhhh," as the cum literally squirted from my body. The shower wall got splattered, and my hand had an interesting mixture of soap and cum. I turned my body back into the water stream. My dick was so sensitive, I had to shield the water from hitting it directly.

As I was drying my self off, I smiled and thought about what had transpired. How even though I was bummed that nothing happened with Wendy, I still had a great jerk off. Plus, the memories of it would give me jerk off dreams for years to come.

Wendy and I plus our other coworkers all headed back to the airport together. Wendy was wearing a pair of jeans, but she wore sneakers for the plane ride... Damn! She asked me how my shower was, and I simply told her, "Stress Relieving!"

For the next 6 or 8 months, it was the same old work grind and routine. Wendy and I were work friends, nothing more. She would still catch me staring at her and her feet. Often times, she'd tease me... kicking her shoes off under her desk. Rubbing them together. Crossing her leg and rubbing her own foot. Basically just driving me crazy.

Wendy had started seeing someone in that time. It got real serious real fast. Out of nowhere, she informed all of us, that her boyfriend Tim was getting transferred to California, and she was moving out there with him.

I was one bumming foot freak. The girl of my dreams whose feet were literally in my hands, who I thought if I just played my cards right I'd have a shot, was going. And going soon, because she was leaving in 2 weeks. 

Well, we had a little going away party at a bar close to the office. It wasn't going to be a late night, just some drinks after work. Most people were starting to leave by 8:00. Since the crowd thinned a little, I had a chance to talk one on one with Wendy.

"Well, I'm gonna miss not seeing you outside my office every day."

"I'll miss you too, let's try to keep in touch," Wendy said back.

"We had some fun times," I said smiling.

"Definitely... remember that time by the pool? You couldn't even get up off the chair!" She cracked up

"Yeah, yeah..thanks for leaving me hanging," I shot back.

We both smiled and bullshitted a little longer. By 9:00, we all cleared out. I gave Wendy one last hug goodbye.

We kept in touch for a while. You know, we talked at first about once a week... then once a month, etc. She did however make me smile one day. She had gone on vacation to Mexico, and took SCUBA lessons. She sent me pictures of her in the wet suit, of her in the fins, and... of her feet! She had gotten a small red rose on the top of her right foot. It was a great close-up looking down, so I got to see those pudgy toes, with the toe ring, and the tattoo. Needless to say, that picture got a lot of use.

As I said though, the weekly calls eventually faded to monthly, quarterly, and then none at all. I still thought about her, but just like most relationships that end, the more time that went by, the less I thought of her. Occasionally, I would take out the picture, and have a nice jerk off session.

A lot of time went by, probably about 6 years. I had heard through the grapevine that she and Tim got married and had a baby. 

Over those 6 years, the software market changed, and the company went under. All of us kind of scattered about to new jobs. Some in the industry, and some not. There were a handful of people that I kept in touch with. 

Then one day, I got a call from another ex coworker, named Bob. He told me that they were having a mini reunion that Friday night. 

"Cool," I replied, "Who's going to be there?"

He named off a handful of people... and I knew it would be a blast. The one thing we had, was a group of funny people.

Friday night arrived, and I got to the bar about 8:00. I walked in, and immediately heard "Maatttttttt," being yelled across the room. I looked over, and there were already a few guys and girls that seemed like they've had a few. Bob, Paul, Pete, Michelle and Rachel all greeted and hugged me, then passed me a beer and a shot. We all reminisced, laughed, drank... it was great to see everyone. 

A few more people showed up... we hugged them... gave them drinks... caught up on where and what we're all doing now. It was fantastic. Talking trash about other co-workers, funny stories, who slept with who... "No fucking way," I hear Bob yell, "What the fuck are you doing here."

I turned around to see who he was talking about... and like a mirage... I shook my head to make sure I wasn't seeing things... It was Wendy!

Bob got up to give her a hug, and so did some others. I kind of hung back a little, still shocked that she was here. I heard Rachel say, "I told you they'd all be surprised." 

Wendy and Rachel laughed, then explained to people that Wendy was coming in town to visit her, so that's why she planned this mini reunion.

Just then, Wendy caught my eye... and smiled that big smile. "Matty... " 

She held her arms out for a hug. I smiled back, and walked over to give her that hug. It was a real nice embrace, and we held it for about a minute. When we pulled back, we stared each other in the eyes for a moment... held it just for that moment... "So how are you," she asked

"I'm good, actually really good," I answered truthfully. My career was going very well, I had recently bought a house. 

"How about you, I hear you've got a baby."

"Yeah," she smiled... then of course pulled out some pictures.

We talked a little more, but then of course the beers and the shots started going again.

Our group was kind of crammed into the back of the bar, and I didn't really get a chance see how she looked. However, I did notice she was wearing white Capri pants... and open toe shoes! We were in close, and I didn't want to totally stare... even though she knew of my fetish, it had been like six years..I didn't know how she would react.

After about 45 minutes, I sat on a stool towards the back. It was a good spot, as I could see everyone. I talked with some of the guys there, and about 10 minutes later, Wendy came over. Paul left to go hit the bathroom, so Wendy took his stool which was right next to mine. My mind and libido started racing. Wendy sat on the stool, and crossed her legs so that her foot was dangling just inches from my leg. The California sun had given her a nice tan, which looked great with the white capris. Now... Now I could see that foot again. She was wearing, what I guess is a sandal. The material looked like it was made of straw. The sole was thick, and the straw wrapped around the top of her foot, and the back of her heel. Her toes, aaahhhhh those toes, were painted in a very faint baby pink. Her second toe had a little butterfly jewel on top of it. I just stared at it. Here it was, six years later... the foot that I dreamt of... that I obsessed over, was back... inches from me. I could feel my dick start to harden... the thought of feeling her soles... "Matt, so you haven't changed," I heard with a giggle.

"What," I said as I snapped out of my stare.

"I see you haven't changed," she said, as she looked down at her foot. "Do you like the butterfly?"

"Uh, uh yeah."

"Thanks, these are pretty cool," she said as she pulled it off to show me. "See, they have some adhesive on and just stick to your toe."

I held the butterfly in my hand. Holding something that had just been on her foot. My blood was pumping... heart racing... "mmmmm this touched her toe," I said in my mind.

She took it away, stuck it back on her toe, "You're so cute Matty," she said in a comforting way.

"Did you like the pictures I sent you?"

"Yeah, they were hot," I smiled

"I knew you'd like them."

"Tease," I laughed

"I know, sorry... but I know you love it," she joked back, while pointing her toe in the air. 

We talked a little more about ourselves, jobs, her daughter. She said Tim was home with her this weekend. Then, she kind of stuttered, "We're actually having some issues."

Kind of surprised, I responded, "Like... "

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Feet of Dreams - Part 1.

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