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Foot Fetish Fun On The Beach
Published on Saturday, June 16, 2007
This story was submitted by Tickle Man who welcomes your comments.

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Normally the section of the beach that I sometimes walk upon is pretty deserted. It's one of the reasons that I go there every once in a while, to clear my head, and to enjoy some peace. To get there, one needs to walk down a pretty steep embankment on a trail that's rarely ever used. Like any beach along the California coast, it's public, but evidently not a lot of people know about it because it's so secluded. This particular section is in between a section of private homes, which are high on top of a cliff, but those homeowners hardly ever walk down to the beach because they have their own private areas to use. That's why I can often walk along the beach there, and nine times out of ten I'll find nobody around.

Usually when I come across someone, they are hiking along the beach like I am, and we simply pass each other. This time, as I headed around a rock, and into one of the many hidden sections of sandy beach along the way, I was a bit surprised to find a woman sunbathing on the beach. Not so surprising, because of the locations seclusion, was that she was subathing in the nude. She didn't have a perfect body, maybe about fifteen or twenty pounds overweight, but she was nonetheless very sexy. What really got me hard, from about twenty feet away, was that her feet seemed to be in perfet shape. I could see that her toenails were painted a light purple, and as I got closer, I could see that they were perfectly pedicured. She also had fairly high arches, and her feet appeared to be very soft. I have a foot fetish, so that's where I naturally focused my attention. Still, I also noticed that her breasts were beautifully shaped, and her nipples stood at attention as if she was being stimulated. Her erect nipples not only stood up on her, but they stood out in my mind as well.

A decently sized beach umbrella shaded her body, which was already a deep dark tan, so I figured that she kept herself shaded to maybe take a nap, and make it more comfortable since the sun's rays were bearing down pretty hotly. I wanted to say something to her, but she seemed to be sleeping, and I didn't want to look like some pervert coming up to her on the beach. After all, I was fully clothed, and she wasn't. So I chickened out, and simply passed her by. I thought to myself, "It would be rude to interrupt her nap just to talk."

But after passing her by, one thing in particular made me look back. I had noticed what looked like a typed message laying next to her, but for the life of me, I had simply walked by rather quickly with nervousness without actually reading it. So my curiosity got the better of me, and I turned around to head back. Thankfully I was almost out of view for her to see me, or so I thought, because I suddenly noticed that she was turning herself over onto her stomach. I also noticed that her butt seemed tanned, so I thought that she must sunbathe in the nude a lot, even though at the moment the sun wasn't shining directly on her.

Before I headed back to see if I had been right about that typed message, I stripped myself naked to feel less like a pervert (only real nudists would understand this) in the event that this beautiful woman caught me walking by her. This time when I stopped when I got next to her, and within view of that typed message, which was held in place by a few small rocks in the event that wind might otherwise blow it away. The typeface was in rather large type, so it was easily readible. I was both shocked, and very turned on to read its contents.

It read, "If you can read this message, then you are close
enough to give me a full body massage, starting at my feet,
 and working up to my neck. But ONLY do this if you know
how to give me a really good massage. Not to be rude, but I
don't want to speak to you until after the massage, and ONLY
after you give me a nice finish to my massage. It's a plus if you
have a foot fetish, so enjoy yourself, and make me enjoy YOU!"

I was immediately turned on by the message itself, but most especially because of the reference about having a foot massage. I thought to myself, "Man! Am I the guy for you."

As I sat down at her feet to start the massage, I immediately noticed something quite odd, and I almost got up to leave. But I thought better about it, and stayed where I was. About halfway up the cliff, a flash of light hit me in the face for just a second, and I could see with my peripheal vision that a man was hidden in the bushes. Evidently the flash of light that hit me was the reflection of this man's binoculars. I didn't mind being watched. It kind of turned me on. I assumed that the man was some stranger getting off on what he was seeing, or maybe he was this woman's husband (she was wearing a wedding ring), but I figured that it didn't matter much to me either way. It actually made more sense that this woman had a partner nearby to watch out for her safety. In any event, I soon forgot about him, and started my own foot fetish fun.

At first I simply touched each of her soles, and lightly traced my fingers along every wonderful wrinkle. I love wrinkled soles! then I got right into the massage, first with her feet and toes, and then with the rest of her body. I spent a lot of time at her feet, giving each of her feet a really nice massage, and occasionally she would acknowlege my presence by giving me low moans of approval. When I lifted up her foot to shrimp her toes with my mouth and tongue, she moaned a little more loudly to show that she really enjoyed having each of her toes sucked.

Then I gave the rest of her body a massge, making a point to give her a seriously great massage.

After massaging her entire body, I lifted up her feet again to suck on her toes, but this time I also teased her pussy and clit with my fingers. After getting to know her body a little bit this way, I concentrated on giving her the finish to her massage by stimulating, and massaging her clitoris until I made her cum. I made her cum a few times until she was sopping wet.

Afterwards she said to me, "I can't believe how wonderful that was. You REALLY know how to give a massage!"

Out of curiosity, I asked her, "Don't look up right now, but that man in the bushes about halfway up the cliff, the one whjo has been watching us with his binoculars, is he your husband by change."

"I don't even have to look," she answered back with a laugh. "That would be my husband. He is a hardcore voyeur."

"Cool," I replied back.

"You don't mind?" She asked.

"Not at all. In fact, I find it to be quite a turn-on."

"Listen, if you really want to turn him on, and you have some time, why don't you follow me up to the house, and take advantage of me while he watches." She suggested.

"I'd love to," I answered back with glee.

"Just do me a favor," she said.

"Sure. What is it?" I asked.

"Don't let on that you know he's watching, okay?"

"Sure. No problem. That'll be fun."

So I helped to pack up her things, and we headed up to their house, which was on top of the cliff. On the way up to the house she explained to me the kind of things that turned her husband on, which in turn excited her as well, so I did exactly as she suggested, and role-played the scene as she had more or less described it.

Once in their bedroom, after taking a shower together, I laid her down on the bed, and started making out with her. Following her earlier suggestion, I pretended to discover the padded leather restraints that were secured to each corner of their bed, but to turn her husband on, and to make it exciting for her, I role-played surprising her by "suddenly" securing one of her wrists after the other while she feigned some resistance, which her husband loved. As I had been discreetly told earlier, the more that she struggled against me, the more turned on her husband would get, and the more aroused she would become. Needless to say, I love combining foot fetish fun with bondage fun, so I was having a terrific time.

Before removing her restraints, and enjoying a nice make-out session with her again, I had another long foot fetish session with her where I sucked each of her toes, licked and tickled her soles, and jerked off on her feet. All the while I pretended not to know of her husband's presence. I never did actually see him, but I was certain that he was in the house watching us somehow.

I'm now hoping that she will call me sometime to more or less repeat our foot fetish fun together. Of course, if any of you reading this live in the Los Angeles area, and you want to have similar foot fetish fun, feel free to send a message to my tickleman@hotmail.com address, and we'll discuss the details.

This story was submitted by Tickle Man who welcomes your comments.

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