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"A True First Foot Encounter" By Rogahh
This is the story of my first foot fetish experience, I hold nothing
back and will try and embellish nothing. First a very little background, I
am 20 years old, and a lover of female feet. I have been seeing the girl in
the story, Christine, for about 2 years on and off. We shared everything.
First as friends, then transcending that line and into our sexual desires.
Before this we had not made love, our kisses and caresses were the slow,
careful ones of a couple physically new to each other. She had known about
my love of her feet for some time, but I sometimes felt like she didn't
understand my infatuation with them. Up until this point, she had allowed me
to massage her feet at every opportunity, enjoying my natural skill this,
but I had not seen anyway to expand her horizons on the subject without
looking strange to her. Toe sucking and footjobs I felt, while still a part
of my fetish, seemed a little extreme to slip in during a massage. Not that
I didn't think about it, her feet are exquisite, and never in the five years
I have know about my fetish have I seen a pair anything like them. They are
size 9s, but very narrow, with a short big toe, and an extremely long second
and third toe. Then they fall sharply to her smallest, which is barely a
quarter of an inch long. Her friends would tease her about them, saying her
toes looked like fingers, and how strange they looked. Although this would
bother her, Christine would simply say that I liked them just fine and her
friends would laugh. Well, fuck them.
Anyway, I had just returned from Wisconsin after a week, by a long car
trip, and was dismayed to realize that she was going to be gone for a week
when she met her friends at the beach, not two days later. So we agreed to
get together the night after I got back, the day before she left. Well, I
called Christine after work and learned that she was at her next door
neighbor's house getting her nails done. This was both a cause for
excitement, and dismay. Excitement; Because doing her nails meant she might
have changed the polish on her sexy toes, but dismay because her friend was a
bit clingy, and would hamper my efforts to get close to Christine.
En route to her home, I learned that we would be going to dinner, WITH
the friend, but that we would be dropping said friend off after, giving me
plenty of time to spend rubbing my love's feet and talking about our days, or
anything that interested us. When I arrived, I found them on the porch,
finishing the second coat of purple polish on Christine's fingers, but, to my
surprise, she had removed her pedicure and left her toes bare. Now don't get
me wrong, I love bare toes just as much as the next guy, but, she had already
had on a sexy blue polish that I had said I'd liked. Her friend always did
Christine's toes, she hated to do them. So a little disappointed, I asked
innocently, as not to arouse suspicion in her unenlightened friend,
"I like your fingers, but why didn't you have her do your toes to match?"
Christine smiled like the little minx she is, but before she could answer her
friend shot back,
"I don't know why she didn't," The friend jeered, "She said she wanted
you to do it."
I caught my jaw just before it dropped straight to the floor, and swallowed.
Christine, seeing my reaction asked coyly,
"You don't mind do you?" She cooed, "I love it when you play with my
feet."
Fuck no I didn't mind! But I felt very slightly embarrassed, because her
friend was looking at me expectantly. I played it cool,
"Sure thing honey, anytime, really, anytime." I stammered. Okay not so
cool.
They still needed to put the clear coat on Christine's fingers, so her friend
asked,
"Are they dry yet?"
Shifting her eyes away from mine for the first time in a minute, Christine
replied,
"I don't know let me check," And stuck her finger in her mouth.
Dumbstruck, I started with my smart ass comments,
"Ya know," I dead panned, "That stuff is toxic, DO NOT EAT."
Removing her finger from her mouth, Christine and her friend both looked at
me like I had a third arm growing out of my ass. One after another they
knocked me down a peg,
"No, its not," Christine said slightly condescending, "If its wet it
tastes sour."
"Yeah," Her friend chimed, "That's how you check it."
So I relented and we talked some while Christine finished her nails.
About this and that, where we were going to dinner. After about ten minuets,
we left to get to food, which sucked, and stopped by the local mall so
Christine could pick something up from her work. At this point the friend
latches onto us, how and why I won't go into but she does, and we are both
pissed. So I decide to torture the friend, who happens to have a huge crush
on me, by starting to tease her about her sex life. Asking all sorts of
things I would never ask in polite conversation, and soon Christine joins in.
Anyway, the THREE of us go back to my house to hang around, and at this
point I've totally forgotten the whole pedicure thing. But when we get
there, I learn that Christine has not. After we have settled down, Christine
and her friend on the couch, and me in an armchair pulled up beside it, she
says the eight words I will remember for the rest of my life,
"Do you want to paint my toes now?"
I hold my breath and look to her to see if she's serious, and her bright
blue eyes are staring right back into mine, with that glint of sexual
mischief I know so well. Her friend on the couch is totally oblivious, but
Christine knows the score, RUBBING her feet alone is a purely sexual exercise
for me, let alone painting her toenails for the very first time, and she
wants me to do it. Now. In front of her friend. I swear my penis stirred
in my pants so fast, I thought I had sprained it.
"Umm..Yeah, sure, if you want." I say, ever the smoothy. Damn, writing
this, I wonder how I could've ever gotten my fetish fulfilled if she hadn't
started it.
She handed me the clear coat and the polish, a deep metallic purple, and
gives me rudimentary instructions,
"Put the clear coat on first, let it dry, then put the polish on, let
that dry, do a second coat, then cover it with the clear coat again.
Basically you do everything twice."
Hmm...sure, everything twice. Shit, I'd be surprised if I didn't do
everything once, fuck it up and she'd tell me she'd do it herself later,
forever cutting me off from the toe painting. So she rested her right foot
on the top of my left thigh, and her left foot on top of my right, and I
prepared to do what perhaps was the most erotic thing in my young life. I
start off by trying to find a place to hold the bottle of sealer, moving it
around to look for a comfortable spot to keep going back to it. And she once
again coyly spoke,
"I can hold it between my toes, you know," A smile across her face. My
cock is getting so damn hard I fear that it can be seen by low flying space
shuttles.
The clear coat goes on fine, but I find myself getting disappointed with
the first coat of purple. It looks pale and sloppy to me, but this was
before I knew that the first coat looks like shit, no matter what. So I
finish the first coat and begin blowing on her toes to help dry them. After
about a full minuet of this, I ask,
"Are they dry yet?" Looking at Christine.
Her friend starts,
"Let me see her foo-"
But she is cut off by an action that shocks us both and makes me think
for the first time in a long string of thoughts that I'm going to cum right
now. Christine had pulled her right foot up and away from my thigh, and put
her big toe in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, all the while
keeping eye contact with me, then withdraws it and redeposits it on my thigh,
saying,
"Tastes sour to me," Her smile is so bright I can barely see, "What do
you think?"
Oh my fucking god, I think, this has got to be a dream. So I slowly lift
Christine's foot towards my mouth, her friend's eyes locked on me, and I roll
my tongue over my first toe. It was everything I imagined. The soft
firmness of the pad of her foot, the smooth roundness of her nail, with the
slightly sour taste of the polish. I was in total bliss. No pun intended.
But I didn't stop there, with both of them watching me, I licked and sucked
every toe on Christine's foot, not stopping too long to savor them, because
I'm painfully aware of two things. My throbbing erection, that although is
rock hard, has yet to achieve its full size, and the friend, pretending not
to stare at me, sucking on Christine's toes, to check and see if they were
"dry" yet. I'm so turned on that I can barely see straight, and honestly,
I'm not sure if I finished the clear coat on her left foot, but she took a
break to smoke and I lost track.
While holding open the screen door to my deck, Christine motioned for me
to follow. Excusing myself from the friend, I follow her. Pulling the inner
door closed behind me, I turn back out towards the deck. She was there,
moving to embrace me, her lips covering mine, with not so much as a hint of
our customary hesitation, her tongue slipping past my lips. I respond by
pressing my own tongue back, swirling it gently, then with more force, then
back to gently, and wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her tight
against me. My kisses moved away from her mouth, planting first on her
cheek, then at the base of her jaw line, pausing at her earlobe with the
tiniest flick of my tongue, and at last slowly down her neck. Her head
tilted to the side then pulled up towards the stars, as my lips traversed her
face, a slight moan escaped her. As I was lingering on Christine's neck,
adding the slightest nibble to my lips' caress, she raised her knee gently,
feeling the erection straining against my jeans,
"Emmmm..." She purred, "Do you like painting my toes?"
From the tone of her voice I knew the game we'd fallen into, so I responded
with the proper title,
"Yes, Mistress," I breathed against her neck
Stepping back from our embrace, she looked up into my eyes, her smile still
wide,
"Good, I'd hoped you would."
She turned for a second, then sat on one of my patio chairs, and removed
a cigarette from the pack of Marlboro lights. Placing it between her pert
lips, she lit it, inhaling deeply. Christine crossed her legs, and I took a
seat on the deck, directly in front of her. Reaching out, I began to massage
her foot, working the ball, and joints of the toes, rubbing between them,
feeling the slight dampness that I knew came from my own saliva.
"Are they dry yet?" Christine asked.
I smiled broadly, feeling the head of my penis begin to drip the slick
fluid of pre-cum into my boxer-briefs. Bending my head slightly, I raised
her toes to my mouth for the second time tonight. This time I was completely
beyond caring about her friend sitting in my living room, not four feet away,
behind my front door. Starting with the big one, I licked under their pads,
covering from the ball to the tip in a slow single stroke of my tongue. Then
I took each toe into my mouth, rolling them from the nail to the pad, in lazy
circles, sucking gently, biting softly. After I had licked each toe, I had
turned my gaze upwards meeting her eyes, so that I could watch her face when
I sucked them. I was not disappointed. Christine's mouth hung very slightly
open, the pink tip of her talented tongue sticking out between her teeth.
Her fingers bringing her Marlboro to smoke every once in a while. Mostly she
watched me. Moving away from her toes, I let my lips roamed over the top of
Christine's foot, pausing at the ankle to uncross her legs, holding one of
her feet in each of my hands. I kissed each ankle, then ran my tongue up her
shin and calf a short way, then reverted to kissing. Moving my kisses up her
calves, to her thighs, I could smell her. A lovely scent, a sweet musk,
coming from her loins. I kissed between her legs, moving my nose against her
clit through the denim of her short shorts. This was when she flicked her
Cigarette away, then closed her legs by moving one over my head, and stood.
Slightly dejected, I stood, stared into her eyes and said earnestly,
"You turn me on more than any woman I have ever met." I knew it sounded
like a line, a cheap one at that, but it was the truth. You only had to look
the crotch of my jeans, to see that. It bulged with the pressure of my hard
on, and a tiny wet spot showed where my pre cum had soaked through. A gentle
kiss and a smile on her face, she walked back inside.
When we came back in, its time for lights out and a movie. What type of
movie I will not discuss, suffice to say that her friend had never seen one,
and Christine loved to watch them for the positions. Anyway, we resumed our
places, but Christine had decided to pull back her left foot and keep only
her right on my thigh. With no excuse to suck on her toes anymore, and her
friend sitting within viewing distance, I was going to be content to massage
her feet like always, but she beat me to the punch, or should I say kick?
As soon as the lights were out, I felt her foot shift, her toes spread,
and then closed them, and presto! She had moved her foot about 3 inches up
my thigh. Once again, I couldn't believe I didn't cum right then, but
somehow I didn't. She didn't move that foot again for about two minuets, and
it took her another 2 to finally touch the head of my dick. For any of you
that haven't had this pleasure, it is simply infuckingcredable. The weight
of Christine's toes on my shaft was almost more than I could bear. My
underwear was already soaked in my precum, but when her foot pressed my penis
against my thigh, a long string of it flowed from me, not an ejaculation, but
it soaked completely though my jeans now. Her foot sat there for what seemed
like ages. I was in total agony. I could either stare at her clueless
friend, stare at the sex scenes on the TV, look at the side of Christine's
face, or stare down at her beatuiful toes, painted freshly purple, BY ME,
resting inactively on my cock. Then it happened.
I was staring off in space trying to absorb every moment of this
paradise, and then I was jolted, like a battery had been attatched to my
balls, and I realized, she had just stroked my cock with her foot. I pulled
my hips back and let out a very little moan, which drew both of their
attention. Her friend just stared, but Christine shot me a smile, and
flicked her toes again. This time, I controled the moan, but not the
involentary thrust that came with it. Turning her attention back to the TV,
Christine slowly moved her toes up my shaft, then down again, my hips
thrusting slightly at each stroke. I was in the most intense sexual fever of
my young life, desperately afraid I would cum. I knew it would be big, and
extremely powerful. Powerful enough to cry out, powerful enough to make me
shudder uncontrollably. As scared as I was, I concentrated on the sensation,
feeling the electricity of the first unexpected moments fade.
I regained control of myself, like I always had. I wouldn't cum, not
yet. In fact I couldn't, I was too turned on. I know that may sound
strange, but it's the only way to explain it. There was so much pre-cum in
my boxers, that I didn't know if I had anymore to ejaculate. I was still
hard as stone, and in agonizing pleasure, but I knew my orgasm was no where
in sight. The highly erotic tingle lived at the base of my penis, giving me
pleasure so intense it seemed painful. Then she stopped. Just stopped, and
I gasped slightly again, drawing no notice from the friend, but a glance from
Christine. The lack of stimulation was almost as intense as the presence of
it. I was left grinding my hips unconsciously against the sole of her foot.
For what seemed like hours, I kept my eyes away from my lap, trying to keep
cool, preventing Christine's friend from glancing over and seeing me staring
at her foot caressing my hard on. But the weight of her toes on the
throbbing head of my cock, the memory of the smell of her pussy, left me in
indescribable pleasure. After a few minuets pasted, I felt her toes move
once again, this time they curled like a fist, raking me with the tips and
the faint edges of her toe nails. I got my fist to my mouth in time to
stifle the groan, but I could only clench my eyes closed as every muscle in
my body squeezed taunt. Unclenching her toes, she clenched them again,
harder, causing a little pain to shoot through my body, but this was only
secondary. I dropped my gaze to her foot, her toes were shining in the
flickering glare of the television screen, slick with my juices, a string of
it clung between her big and second toes, a white frothy web of my pre cum.
Her friend then announced,
"I have to go to the bathroom, where is it?"
I bearly heard her, but I looked up from my crotch just as Christine started
to stroke me again.
"Straight through that door, past the kitchen, next to my bedroom, second
door on the left." My voice was weak and stressed. She stood and walked
right past us, not even glancing down at us. As soon as the door had closed
Christine spoke,
"Open your pants."
I couldn't believe what she had just said, I only stared at her. She
clenched her toes, hard, causing a bolt of paint to shoot through me as her
toe nails dug into my shaft, also pulling on some of my pubic hair.
"I said, open your pants. Now"
Quicker to respond this time, I clutched at my zipper, and said,
"Yes Mistress."
In a second my penis stood fully exposed, sticking straight up into the air,
my pre-cum had glazed so that it shined in the half-light from the TV.
Christine wrapped both feet around my cock now, pumping up and down quickly,
"You like this?" She asked, taunting me, "Skin to skin feels so much
better, don't you think?"
I did; The feeling was twice as intense, and unlike before, I couldn't
contain my moans or orgasm, which was rapidly approaching. She moved her
purple toes, even slicker than before, up and down my dick, bringing me ever
closer to my end. It had been what seemed like hours, but what couldn't have
been more than fifteen minuets. I kept fearing her friend would come back
from the bathroom, she should have been back by now, so every second was
pushing it. Stopping her full strokes, Christine grasped me between her big
and second toe, her left foot at the base of my shaft, the right at the head.
"I asked you a question, do you like my toes stoking you, without those
horrible jeans in the way? Does the skin of my feet feel better on the skin
of your cock?" She was massaging the underside of my over swollen head with
her big toe, left to right, and the sensation was such that I couldn't keep
my eyes open.
"Yes Mistress, I love this," I stammered, "What about-"
She cut me off by stoking hard with her right foot, making me cum.
However, her left foot still clamped firmly on the base of my penis,
preventing me from ejaculating. There was a unbelievable burning feeling in
my cock, as it spasmed, but shot nothing.
"Please," I said through my clenched teeth, "Oh please Mistress, stop."
She continued to stroke me, it was like being stimulated after cumming, when
I was at my most sensitive.
"Oh, you want me to let go? Beg me. Beg more, beg me to cum."
I felt tears in my eyes from the denied release,
"Please, oh god, please Mistress let me cum, god please!." I didn't care
how loud I was. She pushed the toes of her right foot up so that they
covered my head, and released the pressure on my shaft, slowly stroking it
with that foot. I exploded, my cum sprayed through the cracks between her
toes with such force, I heard it. Like the sound of a squirt gun being shot
close to my ear. A white jet rose about a foot into the air, arching down
just as my second burst came up, bathing Christine's soles.
My hands dug into the arms rests as my third jolt of semen erupted, it lacked
the strength of the other two, so it only squished through her toes, welling
up in a hot white pool. Christine continued to pump up and down, milking
every last drop from my balls.
I heard the click of the door knob to my living room. Her friend was
back from the bathroom. My body stiffened, I had my penis out, and my cum
was completely covering Christine's feet. In fact, Some of it had landed on
her shin, and was slowly running down her calf. I held my breath,
embarrassed beyond belief. Christine covered my cock with her size 9's,
hiding it beneath them, and her friend walked past and glanced down.
"What the hell is that?" She asked, pointing to her jizz soaked feet.
I looked down into my lap, and saw that they weren't only soaked, but covered
with my seed. It was glazed over the top of her foot from the tips of the
purple toes to the joint of her ankle. It settled in white pools in her nail
beds, leaving very little of the purple polish showing.
"That's a new massage lotion we're using. Right?" Christine said
looking to me with that sly smile.
"Yeah," I said, looking up at her friend, "New stuff, I spilled it by
accident."
Her friend looked skeptical, then Christine added,
"Come on, you spilled it on purpose."
Her friend turned away, and I quickly grabbed my semi-erect penis and
shoved it into my pants.
Christine lifted her foot, and examined her toes, my semen rolled back
towards her calf, running off and dripping onto my couch,
"You know, I don't think this color looks like I thought it would. I
guess I'll have to take it off and have you pick a new color to put on after
I get back." She flicked a little of my cum off her foot and it sprayed onto
my shirt. I stared at her in awe.
"You better get to rubbing this in," She said, spreading her toes so that
I could see the strings of my now cooling jizzum between them, "It's making a
mess."
My answer was two words, filled with a longing and excitement for our meeting
next week,
"Yes Mistress."
This is my first story that I have endeavored to publish. Any questions or
comments can be E-mailed to me at Rogahh@Aol.com
©2002 and may not be re-posted without proper written permission.
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