A Hot Encounter In More Ways Than
One
Published on Wednesday, September 2, 2009
This story was submitted anonymously.
Author's
note: This story was inspired because of all the fires going on
in the Southern California area.
I'm reminded of one time in particular many, many years ago when I was
in my twenties, and ash was falling onto Venice Beach from Malibu. I
remember it because at the time I was giving a foot massage to a sexy
young woman. She was face down, her feet were in my lap, and wrinkled
soles were tempting me badly. At one point she couldn't help but to
notice the ash because a lot of it was falling all over the place,
including all over her body. We could even see the fires from where we
were because they had crested over the hill, and were heading down
towards Malibu Beach. Previously, fires in Malibu have actually jumped
the coast highway, and burned down homes. Every other year or so fires
are always bad in Malibu.
When I asked this sexy young woman if she wanted to leave, she told me
that she liked how I was massaging and playing with her feet so much,
she didn't want it to stop. She said something to the effect of, "My feet are yours. Do whatever you want to
them," although I no longer remember her exact words. I think she
also said something like, "My boyfriend NEVER does this for me."
At the time, with her feet in my lap, I had been holding her feet
together by her ankles in a kind of firm but gentle grip while lightly
tickling her wrinkled soles. Her feet were wonderfully ticklish, but
not so overly ticklish that she couldn't stand to have them touched.
Still, they were pretty ticklish as I learned when I tickled her soles
more aggressively. At one point she even confessed, "I like having my feet tickled."
She had absolutely perfect feet in every regard. They were very soft,
she had a perfect pedicure, having just had one a couple of days prior
to us meeting as I learned, and her toes were soreal
one, which she cooed was "the best foot
massage" she had ever had, "the only
one" in fact, which I found hard to believe since he feet were so
perfect.
Tickling her soles had really gotten my cock rock hard, especially when
she squirmed, and grinded her pubic bones into her towel. By then she
had her arms underneath her body with her hands together. As I learned
later, her fingers were busy getting herself off, although it was done
quite discreetly while her legs were locked together because of how I
was gripping her ankles. I could tell that she had gotten herself off
quite nicely because she let out a long sigh; not loudly, but very
distinctly. Then she simply laid there quietly, keeping her hands
underneath her pubic bones.
At this point I stopped with the tickling, and gently raised each of of
her feet one by one to thoroughly massage them again. But this time I
also tested her declaration that I could do whatever I wanted to her
feet by very lightly touching the pads of of her toes with my tongue.
She didn't respond, which made me wonder if she even knew that my
tongue was what was stmulating the pads of her toes. But when I began
probing her wrinkled soles with my tongue, and slipping it in between
her toe arches, she quietly sighed, and let out a low moan of approval.
Soon I was shrimping each of her toes quite thoroughly, so there was no
hiding the fact that I was using my mouth and tongue. I also licked
every wrinkle of her soft soles.
I then laid her feet on my lap again, but by now my cock had escaped my
shorts, and was laying semi-hard directly underneath her feet skin to
skin. I firmly held onto her ankles again, and alternated between
lightly tickling her soles, and tickling them more aggressively. I
plopped some more lotion onto her feet (the same lotion she had
asked me to use for her foot massage),
which made the tickling more intense. At times she could barely stand
the tickling, but I would ease up before it got to be too much, which
almost seemed to disappoint her. She squirmed with the delight of
having her soles tickled, and seemed to once again play with herself as
my cock sprung into action.
With my cock now standing quite hard and erect in between her lotioned
soles, which were sandwiching my cock quite effectively, she began
moving her feet back and forth the best that she could. But because I
was holding her ankles together with such a firm grip, the only
movement she could really make with her feet was to essentially give me
a footjob. There was no effort on her part to do so either, because the
more aggressive tickling made her feet move back and forth quite
naturally, which in no time at all made me squirt a huge load of cum. I
unloaded all over her soles, her legs, and even to the middle of her
back.
I remember her saying something like, "Oh
my God! Did you just cum? I sure did!"
I confessed that I had just climaxed, and wiped my cum off of
her body with a towel that I had brought with me.
I believe she said, "Thanks," and
then just laid there.
Not wanting to miss a beat, I repositioned myself while applying lotion
to my hands, and started massaging her legs. Other than having to brush
off more of the ash that had fallen onto her body, everything else was
going along just fine. She repositioned her arms so that she could lay
her face on her crossed arms, and I continued massaging her.
After gently spreading her legs apart to have better access to her
upper thighs, I immediately noticed how wet she was. The bottom part of
her bathing suit was soaked. There was also quite a large wet spot on
the towel directly underneath her pussy. I made a mental note of it,
and continued with the massage; her thighs, her lower back, and then
her neck. I massaged her feet again, and I also shrimped her toes again.
Seeing that she was in no hurry to leave, even though at this point we
hadn't said a word to one another for about a half hour, I massaged her
inner thighs again. But this time, I carefully pulled aside the bottom
part of her bathing suit, which was easy to do since it was basically
on a string binkini, and slid away quite nicely. She was still
extremely wet. Strands of her cum stretched across her pussy lips as I
gently parted them with my fingers.
I carefully raised her right leg, and then gently bent it to my left so
that it was crossed in front of me against my chest. As I sucked on her
toes only inches away from my face, I slipped my middle finger inside
of her pussy, which was very, very warm; almost hot. I easily found her
G-spot, and began to gently massage it while at the same time keeping a
steady pressure on it. With my other hand, I gently began to finger her
clitoris.
The combination of applying pressure onto her G-spot while massaging
it, and while also massaging her clitoris had an immediate effect,
especially when I hit her G-spot just so. The additional stimulation of
me sucking the toes of her right foot at the same time made it a "triple
threat"
of sensations. With her fingers in a fist of sorts, she suddenly
gripped the towel above her head, and let out an approving moan. A
guttural moan, which could only mean one thing.
"Oh my God!" She
exclaimed as she started squirting a female
ejaculation. Her cum pounded quite abundantly against my finger inside
of her pussy, and also against my hand as her juices squirted out of
her, and down upon the towel. Part of her cum squirted onto her left
thigh.
It was wonderfully exciting to see this young woman, who was pretty
much my age at the time, exlode with such a powerful climax. It was a
series of climaxes, really, and she came multiple times.
"Oh
my God!" She said again, "I've
never cum so hard in my life."
I was pleased. Obviously, so was she.
As it turned out, not only did she have a boyfriend, but they were in a
very "steady
relationship."
We knew that we probably wouldn't be seeing each other again. In fact,
we wouldn't.
The oddly funny thing that happened afterward was that, as she was
leaving, and I was escorting her to her car, she realized that she had
lost her keys. I had asked her if she had her keys; really only half
joking about it, because I knew that if keys were lost on the beach,
they would be very difficult to find once you left your spot. I even
mentioned this to her. Fortunately, we hadn't yet left the spot we were
in.
I knew that her keys could only be in this very specific area,
presuming that she had brought them with her, and hadn't left them in
her car. She hadn't. As it turned out, her keys were there all along.
After very carefully gliding my fingers through the sand as she watched
in a bit of a panic about it, I felt them, and pulled them out of the
sand for her to see. She was of course very grateful, and frankly, I
was happily relieved that they had been found. Finding lost keys in the
sand doesn't always happen.
We hugged in the beach, partly because she wanted to thank me for
finding her keys, but also because she felt so fantastic after having
been so thoroughly massaged. But as I told her before walking her to
her car, "No, no no. The pleasure was all mine," and
it had been!
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