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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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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