"First Time Encounter"
By Hojii

     I've had a foot fetish for quite some time, and never had the opportunity to act on it until just this week.

     I was driving my car late in the morning in a city across the river. It was warm, and I had the air conditioning on. I was at a stop sign, ready to turn right onto a major street. It was busy, and I expected to sit there for a while waiting for a space to open so I could turn.

     When I had pulled up to the sign, I noticed on my left a woman walking toward me. She was about 5' 6", slim, and had blonde hair. She was wearing a bikini top and jeans with flared bottoms. She had nice, small breasts and a slim waist. I noticed that she carried a pair of flip-flops in her hand. She was older, but still looked good enough for me to notice. I couldn't see her feet since they were hidden under her pants.

     When she got up to the corner, she paused to check for traffic and as she did so our eyes met. I smiled, and she smiled back. She started across the street and came up to my car window. I rolled it down and engaged her in conversation.

"Which way you going?" she asked. "I'm heading East. Need a ride to anywhere in particular?" I asked.

     She explained that she had dropped her car off for service and had planned on walking home, but didn't realize how hot and humid it was going to be. She had about 1-1/2 miles to go, and her flip-flops weren't the most comfortable things to wear on long treks.

"Hop in and make yourself comfortable" I told her.

     I watched her as she walked around to the passenger side and entered my PT Cruiser. She put her feet up on my dash and aimed an air vent for her crotch. I guess that was comfortable. This was the first time I had seen her feet, and they were beautiful! Long and narrow, well cared for. I think she caught me looking at them.

"I really appreciate your giving me a ride here. I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? I'm just a little sweaty in these jeans."

"No, not at all. Feel free to cool off any way you want. I know what it's like having to wear long pants in the heat. I've got to wear ties at work, and some days that really kills me."

"Mind if I take them off then?" she asked, referring to her jeans.

"I don't mind at all." I said. Like I was going to be offended with a woman sitting in her underwear in my car.

     She then unbuttoned her fly and raised her butt off the seat as she pulled her pants down her legs.

     Yes! The matching bikini bottom!

"I live in an apartment and was going to go swimming today, so I threw this on. Do you like it?"

     It was a yellow bikini with a bright floral print. I told her I loved it. We made other small talk on the ride to her apartment complex, and seemed to get along pretty well.

"Turn right here, third building on the left." She told me.

     I pulled into a space in front of the door. "Care to come in for a glass of lemonade? Or, maybe something stronger?" she asked me.

"I'd love to. Don't forget your pants when you get out!" I told her.

     We went up to her room. When we got in, she told me to make myself at home while she washed her feet. "Just whistle if you need some help" I told her in a semi-joking tone. She smiled at me as she left the room, presumably for the bathroom.

(PLEASE!-PLEASE!-PLEASE! I thought to myself.)

     I soon heard water running, then it stopped. She then re-entered the room, still wearing the flowered bikini, carrying a towel over her arm and a pan of water in her hands. She walked across the room and sat in a chair, putting the pan at her feet. Then, she whistled.


     Smiling, I walked over to her and knelt on the floor by the pan.

"I saw the way you were looking at my feet in the car, and how you tried to check them out when I was walking. I've always wanted to have someone pay attention to my feet, and figured you were a nice enough guy, I thought I'd take a chance."

"Well, you won't be disappointed." I told her.

     First I gently picked up her feet and placed them both in the tub. As I rolled up my sleeves, she told me to take off my shirt and pants so they wouldn't get wet. I took off my shirt, and hesitated at the pants not knowing if I should reveal a now huge boner under my shorts. She smiled at me and said "I know you are hard already. It's not that easy to hide."

     So, off came my pants, shoes and socks. My cock was straining against the front of my shorts, and was very noticeable. I couldn't believe it- here I was, wearing only my jockeys, kneeling at the feet of a woman wearing only a bikini, and she wanted me to wash her feet! I was in heaven!

     I began to make some lather in my hands using the soap in the tub. Starting with her right foot, I paid special attention to the bottom of her feet and the area between her toes. They were the sexiest little toes I had ever seen!

"This is nice" she told me as I massaged her foot, cleaning it at the same time. "Tell me about your foot fetish."

"Well, it began when I was little. I can remember always liking the smell of leather shoes, especially when they've been worn. Sweat socks always had a pleasant smell to me also. As I grew older, and began getting interested in pornography, I found it odd that here were women, posing or engaging in sex acts, wearing nothing at all except for their shoes. So, I began to look specifically for magazines that had barefoot models in them."

"As my collection of "Leg Show" and "Foot Action" grew, I realized that I had a fetish. The Internet opened a whole world of foot porn for me, and helped me to realize that I am not alone, or even odd."

     I dunked her foot to rinse it before as I continued my work with her left foot.

"Have you ever acted on your fantasies?" she asked me.

"No, never. I tried with my wife, but she doesn't share my feelings about feet. I catch myself checking out women's feet during the day, and I love open-toed shoes, but I've never acted anything out."

"Well, today must be your lucky day. I've always enjoyed going barefoot, and love the look of the female foot. I'll admit, I'm a foot-flirt, and enjoy teasing with my toes, dangling shoes or just flashing my feet at men. Some don't get it, others are really into it. I've always been hesitant about acting on anything though, but for some reason, today, I just thought I'd go for it."

"Well, I'm glad you did." I said.

     I finished with her feet and began drying them with the towel she brought. As I did, I brought them up close to my face and smelled them. I could detect a hint of lilac from the soap I had used.

"Go on, you know you want to suck on them." She told me.

     For the first time in my life, I put a woman's toes in my mouth and sucked.

"Pretend they are little penises, and suck on them like you want me to suck on yours."

     While I found this a little odd, it didn't deter me from sucking on each toe on her right foot.

     While I was doing this, I felt her left foot explore my dick. I could feel her foot go under the waistband on my shorts and grip me with her toes. I helped her out by pulling them down.

"Get my foot nice and slobbery, so I have some lubrication" she told me.

     So, I began to lick her sole from heel to toe. She then switched feet, and I sucked on the toes on her left foot as her right sole began to rub on my dick. To make things easier, I laid down and she moved with me.

     I couldn't believe this! First, I found that I love the feel of toes in my mouth. So soft, wiggly, sweet smelling. Then, my first foot job was in the makings. As I felt her toes surround me, I moaned with pleasure when she put my dick in the space between the first two toes and stroked me.

"Keep this up and I'll coat your foot with cum!" I told her.

"That is my intention. I've always wanted to feel hot cum squirt on my feet. Will you lick it off for me when you are done?" she asked.

"I've never tasted my own cum before" I told her, telling the truth.

"Tell me you'll do it, or I'll stop what I'm doing right now." She demanded.

     Not wanting her to stop, I agreed to lick my cum from her feet. Hey, it meant that I'd get to cum, right?

"God," she said, "this is so hot! I love the feeling of power that I have over you. And it is all because of my feet! I'm going to call you Foot-Boy, is that alright?"

"Yes," I said between sucks, "and what can I call you?"

"Foot Mistress." She said. "How close are you to cumming, Foot-Boy?"

"Very close, Foot Mistress."

"Good. Now, move so that when you cum, you cum on my foot. Remember, you are going to eat your cum for me."

     We changed positions, and she continued with her strokes as I continued with my worshipping duties. Soon, I felt myself begin to let loose, and I grabbed my dick, helping myself to cum as I aimed my shot at her foot.

"Oh, yes! Shoot that cum all over my foot, little boy! Make your Mistress happy!"

     Who am I to argue?

     I came all over her foot, and squirted what felt like a quart of cum.

"Very nice, now get to cleaning me- with your tongue!" she demanded.

     So, I began to lick. I didn't care for the salty taste, and the thought of it was a little sickening, but hey, a foot job is a foot job. When I had finished cleaning her foot, with special attention paid to the space between her toes, she told me I had done a very nice job.

"Now, take off your underwear and leave them for me." She said. "I want something to remember you by. Then, get dressed."

     I did as I was told. I handed her my jockeys, and she left the room. When she returned, she was carrying a pair of white gym socks.

"Here, something to remember me by. Now, get out, and don't come back!" she said.

"What? Why? I thought we had something special going here!" I said.

"No, this is just a one-timer, me living out my fantasy and letting you do the same. Next week I am moving in with my boyfriend. He thinks feet are ugly, and has no desire to explore this with me. But, I love him anyway, and just took advantage of you to indulge my desire."

"Very well. Thank you for the wonderful time, and are you sure I can't do anything else for you?"

"No," she said, "I really love my boyfriend. And I won't do anything to hurt him. So please, just leave and never come back."

     So, I did. And as I drove away, I sniffed the socks she gave me (and happily found that they were well worn!) and realized I never even found out her name. My Foot Mistress with have to remain otherwise nameless in my mind forever.

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