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"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.
(THANK YOU!-THANK YOU!-THANK YOU! I thought.)
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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