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Barbeque Fun

Published on Tuesday, December 4, 2007
This illustrated story was submitted by Didi.

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With summer here now in Australia, the barbeque season has started. I was invited over to my friend Debbie’s house the other week and had a very interesting afternoon. Debbie had just got back from her Sister’s wedding and wanted to show me the photos they had taken. Whilst looking through the pile of photos, I noticed some pictures of female feet which hadn’t been taken out of the pile.

I asked Debbie what they were and she admitted that Mike had a foot fetish and had taken them.

“Don’t you mind?” I asked.

“No not really, that’s his thing. I would be more offended if he was taking pictures of girls’ breasts!” Debbie replied.

“So are you into feet then?” I pushed.

“No not at all. I don’t like my feet being touched. I don’t mind Mike being into feet though and he understands that I’m not, so I don’t mind him taking the odd picture or looking at girls’ feet,” she sighed.

“I’ve never noticed him looking at mine, even though I wear sandals all the time.” I said, surprised that I hadn’t seen him as I usually notice men looking.

“Oh he has looked. He told me he thought your feet were great. I bet you’ll notice him look now that you are aware of his fetish,” she laughed.

“I don’t mind if he looks. I quite like men looking at my feet,” I replied without giving too much away about my own foot fetish.

“Good job really. He was busted at the wedding staring at the groom’s sister’s feet. She saw him and commented on it. He denied it, but was very embarrassed,” Debbie complained. “I’ve given him strict instructions to be careful from now on.”

Later on whilst we sat outside to eat, Mike sat down opposite me at the picnic table. Being quite a narrow table when I looked down, I could see his feet and realised that he would be able to see mine in my favourite white thongs. I was glad that I’d painted my nails fresh the night before.

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It wasn’t long before he started to stare down at my feet. So I wiggled my toes and noticed him smile. I then crossed my leg and started to flap my right foot up and down between his legs. He was concentrating hard now and I suspect he was getting hard too!

This carried on for a while and although he tried to eat and interact with the others he regularly glanced down at my foot flapping. He slid forward slightly and I saw his hand go under the table and it was obvious he was readjusting he cock. I deliberately dropped my fork, and as I bent down to look under the table, I was surprised to see that his cock was sticking out of the left leg of his shorts and it was fully erect. He was also stroking it with the tip of his thumb. 

He hadn’t noticed me drop my plastic fork or that I had seen what he was up to, so I thought I’d have a bit of fun. I stretched my leg out and flapped my foot about higher up this time. I felt my sandal catch onto something as I flapped it. I was looking at Mike to check his reaction. He just continued to stare down at my flapping foot. He had brought his hand up back onto the table. I realised that it must be his cock my sandal sole was flicking, and I was doing his work for him. He glanced over at me, and I gave him a huge smile. He smiled back. I’m not sure if he realised at this point that I knew what I was doing. I suspect that he thought it was just luck that my sandal was stroking his cock. 

I slid further forward and turned my foot slightly to the side, and began to flap my foot up and down slower, and more deliberate, I felt my toes flick over his hard cock. He jumped slightly but didn’t move. He looked over at me again, and this time I winked as I smiled. He had a surprised look on his face as it dawned on him that I knew what I was doing. He smiled nervously at me, and pressed his body up to the edge of the table so that nobody could see what was going on.

I stopped flapping, and probed around with my foot. I managed to get his cock under my toes between my foot and sandal, and I squeezed. His cock was very hard. It felt like a piece of wood. It wasn’t very long or thick, but it was rock hard. I slid my toes down his shaft, and as my little toe reached the base of his cock, his cock head was under my big toe. I guessed that his cock was about four inches long. I pressed my big toe into his cock head, and could feel pre cum ooze out onto my skin.

I started to move my foot up and down slowly, being careful to keep his cock between my toes and sandal. It wasn’t long before he started to throb, so I stopped moving and just squeezed tight. I felt his cock shudder as he came, and luckily for both of us, his cum seemed to spill out onto my foot and not spray off in some weird direction.  I moved my foot slowly again to milk him dry, and he just stared at me and smiled. As his cock started to soften, I pulled my foot away and looked down at it. There was cum all over my toes, it was very white and creamy looking. 

As soon as I pulled my foot away, he reached under the table to put his cock away. He then stood up quickly and headed into the house, obviously to clean himself up. Sarah who was sat next to me whispered to me

“Ewe, what’s that funny smell? It smells like cum.”

I said, “I don’t know. I can’t smell a thing.”

A little while later when I was talking to Debbie standing in the kitchen, I noticed her look down at my foot. After a few seconds she said, “You’ve got something on your toes there Didi.”

I looked down, and saw that Mike’s cum had not dried out completely.

“Oh, I spilled some mayonnaise on my foot before when we were eating. I though I’d wiped it all off.”

“If Mike sees that, he’ll think you’ve got cum on your foot, and he’ll think someone else has got a thing for your feet!” Debbie laughed.

I giggled and said, “I don’t know who could have cum on my foot without me noticing!”

Little did she know!

When it was time to leave, I asked Debbie if I could call a taxi to get home. She wouldn’t hear of it, and quickly offered Mike’s services.

“Mike will give you a lift, won’t you Mike?” She called over to him.

“No problem,” Mike replied as he grabbed his car keys off the kitchen bench.

Debbie whispered in my ear, “Watch out for him staring at your feet on the way home. Don’t let him get distracted!”

“I will. Don’t worry. I’ll put my bag on top of them so he can’t see them.”

I said my goodbyes, and went out to Mike’s car. As we drove home, he didn’t say anything. When we pulled up outside my place, I thanked him for the lift home, and asked him if he wanted to come in for a quick coffee.

“No thanks. I best be getting back,” he replied quickly.

“I’ll let you touch my feet!” I pressed.

“Oh, okay then, but I can’t stay long. Debbie will worry.”

When we got inside, I sat him down on the couch, and sat next to him. His eyes were fixed on my feet. I kicked off my sandals, lifted my feet up, and placed them on his lap. He gently stroked my feet with his fingers, and as he did so I could see movement in his shorts.

“Why don’t you take your shorts off?” I asked.

Without saying a word he yanked his shorts down and let them slip down his legs to the floor. There was his rock hard cock again, standing to attention as before. He was shaking nervously as his hands continued to explore my feet.

“Don’t worry Mike, I know about your foot fetish, and I think it is obvious to you now that I am also into feet. I won’t say anything to Debbie if you don’t.”

He didn’t reply. He just kept caressing my feet.

I couldn’t resist any longer, so I pushed his hands away and placed my feet on either side of his cock. I gripped his cock between my soles, and slowly raised and lowered them. He started to breath really heavily as soon as my feet touched his cock.

I was impressed by how it felt. His cock was by far the hardest I had ever touched. It wasn’t much to look at, but it felt great. After a few moments, pre cum formed at the tip of his cock. I pulled my feet away, and before he could complain, I bent over and gripped his cock with my right hand. It was really rock hard. After a few strokes, I fed it into my mouth and began to suck it. He moaned as I gave him a blow job, and it wasn’t long before he came in my mouth. He hadn’t cum much this time, but it tasted great.

I sucked on his cock until it softened, and as I sat upright again, he quietly thanked me.

He didn’t really say much. He just smiled shyly, and quickly pulled his shorts up.

“Please don’t say anything to Debbie.” He pleaded.

“I won’t. Why would I?” I replied

“I don’t know, but I love her so much, and wouldn’t want to lose her.”

“I don’t want you to lose her either.

I kissed him on the cheek, and sent him on his way. He had been at my place for less than fifteen minutes.

A little while later, Debbie called me to check that I got home safely.

“Mike behaved himself didn’t he?” She asked.

“Of course he did. I didn’t even see him look at my feet.”

“That explains why he has been so quiet since he got back. He was probably hoping to sneak a few glances at your feet on the way,” she sighed.

“I covered them with my bag so he couldn’t,” I lied.

“Thanks Didi. Have a good night.”

“Thanks Debbie. Good night.”


This illustrated story was submitted by Didi.

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