Just a little foot job story I wrote this evening - I'm no writer by a long shot but I fancied having a go.
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Kathy laid beside him on the bed as Steve told her about his foot fetish. She seemed to like the idea of pleasuring him with her feet and he told her what he wanted her do for him. He laid back, and began to remember the encounter he'd had that Sunday, a couple of months ago.
Steve was over at his girlfriend Kathy's parents place to have Sunday dinner together with her and the parents. It was late afternoon as he sat on the couch with Kathy and her sister Michelle watching TV. He was older than Kathy, being 31. She was 27 and Michelle was 19. He was very attracted to Michelle, but he tried not to let it show around his girlfriend. Michelle was pretty - not stunning - but if he was honest, she was more his type. She was very slim, and had dark, almost black hair and she wore skimpier and more revealing clothes than Kathy, who dressed much more sensibly. She also had this devil-may-care personality which always appealed to him, being a shy kind of person. More than anything though, she had incredible feet. He watched her come in earlier wearing a short denim skirt and a pair of black platform flip-flops with dark blue painted toenails. It was the first time he'd seen her feet properly, and she took his breath away.
Now she was sitting there in the chair across the room. He sat there on the couch next to Kathy watching her sister more than the TV. He wondered if she might have ever noticed him watching her. Liz, their mother in law, came in and said she was going to the store with David – Their Father - to get some things for dinner. Kathy said she would go and help her, and told Steve he could stay and watch TV if he wanted. He felt reluctant to stay, but before he could object, everyone was already leaving the room. He sat back down on the couch by himself, and a couple of minutes later he heard them pulling out of the driveway. About five minutes later he stood up to go to the bathroom, and headed out of the room and up the stairs.
Before he got to the bathroom, he noticed the open door to Michelle's room. It had usually been almost empty, but since she was back from Uni for the summer, she had been at home with her parents. Out of curiosity, he walked to the end of the hall and into her room. It needed a good tidy up - There were clothes and things all over the place. What he noticed in particular though, was the pair of black platform flip-flops that she had been wearing when she came in earlier. Not being able to help himself, he picked up the left one and seeing the indentations of her foot in them, began to sniff along the inside. It was much stronger in smell than he had imagined it would be, but it was incredible. Suddenly he heard movement and the bathroom door came open. He spun round dropping the shoe to the carpet, but he could do nothing more than stare back with a dumb look of surprise on his face.
"What are you doing?", Michelle asked finally, her eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in his jeans. She walked down the hallway toward him, looking for what he had dropped from his hands. Seeing the shoe next to him on the floor, she looked back with an expression of amazement and disbelief. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Well, he thought, at least she didn't know about my foot fetish - Until now.
At last he began to make a move past her, but he felt her hand on the back of his belt and turned back to face her. She was still looking up at him, more curiously now. She began to guide him back into her room and sat him down on the bed.
"Lay back", she said and he swung his legs up onto the bed. She climbed on and sat facing him between his legs. Without saying anything she put her left foot on his chest, and he leaned his head forward until the tip of his nose touched the fleshy pad on the ball of her foot, where the skin was thicker and slightly drier. The smell was stronger even than the shoe, and at first a little overpowering. He began to sniff along the ball of her foot gently, circling around her toes and back again, his heart pumping a mile a minute
"They smell a bit", she said almost apologetically, and a little embarrassed herself. Seeing the bulge begin to grow under his jeans again,she unbuckled them and pulled his pants down just enough to uncover his stiffening cock, with the waistband of his underwear over his balls. She slid her left foot down his chest and stomach so that the heel of her foot was just above his cock, turning her leg so that the outside of the foot was laying against him, and her sole exposed. She planted the whole sole of her right size 4 foot along the length of the underside of his cock, bending his cock back and over the left foot. It throbbed hard as she pushed, and she kept her feet locked in place.
He could smell her salty feet again now, and he watched her shiny dark blue painted toes as she slowly applied and released pressure with her right foot, up towards the tip of his cock. Not long now, he thought. She sensed he was close by the further stiffening and straightening of his cock under her foot, and the way it was resisting her action. As he began to feel the semen rise from deep down, he pushed his hips up slightly, his cock feeling like it was penetrating deeper, and his foot began to drum on the metal bed post. She kept her feet locked there, not moving. He closed his eyes and laid back on her pillow, smelling the scent from her bed, and the smell of her feet in the air. He held his breath in his throat and when he felt his cock finally spasm, he released it in a breathy grunt. He heard the pitter patter of his seed landing on the pillow beside him, and felt the warmth of it on his stomach - again and again. When he was done, she patted the side of his thigh with her hand, and got up off the bed. He looked up to see her stood over him. She grabbed the side of the pillow with one hand and pulled the pillow case off with the other, and folded it a couple of times. She mopped at his stomach briefly and then tossed it into the heap of clothes on the carpet. She dusted off her hands, wiping one on the side of her denim miniskirt, and he watched as she slipped on her black platform flip-flops again, grabbed her bag and keys. Smiling at him, she left the room. "See ya" he heard her say as she went downstairs and out the door. He realised he had never came so hard in his life.
"Like this?", Kathy was saying as she planted the sole of her foot on his cock. "Yeah", he said, closing his eyes, remembering. "Exactly like that".
[ April 05, 2012, 07:21 PM: Message edited by: Footfetishist87 ]
Posted by Those Toes (Member # 2489) on :
Good story!
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