Wrinkled Soles Presentation
Published on Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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I was at a charity event in Beverly Hills recently when I
spotted the wrinkled soles of a very sexy woman. She was standing in a
buffet line with her husband and another couple who appeared to be
their friends. She and I exchanged glances a few times, but it wasn't
that big of a deal because glances are exchanged all the time. People
are always curious about who the others around them, who they are, and
what they do for a living. I guess it's an elevated form of people
watching, and it can be fun.
Having a foot fetish, I was naturally more
interested in women's feet. Hers
were outstanding!
She was wearing high heels that had thin straps
of leather, which were part of the
shoe's design connecting the heel of her shoe to the top of
her shoe. It was a perfect design to show off her
high arches. Her shoes were also open toed, and showed off her
perfectly pedicured light purple toenail polish.
I'm kind of a candy apple red toenail polish fan, but over the
years I've gained an appreciation for various colors, and the light
purple of her sexy toenails matched quite nicely with the light pink
color of her leather high heels. What made her feet even for alluring
for me was how tanned she was. The tops of her feet, her long lovely
legs, her back, and her shoulders sported a deep, dark tan that
superbly contrasted her light pink dress.
Her breasts weren't large, but they were very shapely, and it was clear
that she wasn't wearing a bra. The design of her dress, which was
strapless, showed off her tanned shoulders, and her cleavage was
tantalizingly in full view because the cut of her dress went below her
breasts. The back of her dress was also open, which gave a wonderfully
sexy view from just below her shoulder blades down to the top of her
ass. Any lower, and you'd be able to see what I suspected and
fantasized would be her bare bottom since I was convinced that she
wasn't wearing panties. But alas, even in the mire liberal crown of
people at this particular event, she was covered quite appropriately,
and in good taste. It was an evening dress, after all, and designed to
be sexy.
What a shapely figure she had, too, which I estimated to be about a
36-26-34. She was taller than many of the other women at the event. I
guessed her to be about 5'10" and maybe 130 lbs. or less. But again,
what caught my attention the most were her feet. Happily for me, there
were many women there that night who obviously had very nice feet, and
thankfully, many of them wore shoes to show them off.
While I was standing near the buffet line waiting for it to get
smaller, I got lost in thoughts about this woman, and wondered with her
great tan if she sunbathed in the nude, which of course I fantasized
she did. I also wondered with some jealousy if anyone was fortunate
enough to have a good view of her sunbathing in the nude. Then I
thought about her feet again, mainly because I kept sneaking glances to
enjoy them.
Every once in a while she seemed to notice me looking at her feet;
staring really, but if she did, she didn't seem to mind. She even
smiled at me a few times, but of course, she was smiling at others as
well, so she was probably just being polite, and social. I returned her
smile, but I tried to do it discreetly so that I wouldn't be seen as
some kind of leering perv. After all, having a foot fetish kind of made
me a perv in the eyes of society in general. Not really, but you know
what I mean.
A lot of guys try to read into a woman's body language more than they
should, and I try not to do that. On the other hand, it's good to be
aware of any attraction, and any real attention paid to you so that one
doesn't miss out on opportunities. As it turned out, I had an
opportunity awaiting me, but I hadn't fully picked up on it at that
time.
What I did notice was how she would sometimes slip one foot out of her
shoe, and then the other, to flex it for what I assumed was needed
relief from those high heels of hers. Those
wrinkled soles and arches of hers were killing me! It almost
seemed like she was putting on a little show for me, but of course,
that wasn't very likely. Let's face it. If she was putting on a show,
it probably would have been for anyone who might be paying attention.
After all, it's not like I was the only one looking. In fact, beyond
her sexy body, which every guy seemed to take notice of, as well as
other women taking notice, I wondered how many other guys in the room
had a foot fetish. And of them, how many of them were enjoying her feet
as I was? How could they not?
After she and her husband, and the other couple got their food, they
passed by me while I was in line. To my surprise, this woman quickly
excused herself from her group while they continued on. I think I heard
her feigning an excuse to get something she had supposedly forgotten.
"I
hope you don't mind me asking," she started saying, "but were
you noticing my shoes?"
I immediately thought to myself, "How nice of her to ask her question that
way without getting mean about it, and asking me if I had been staring
at her shoes." She seemed intrigued. "Yes, I
did notice your shoes," I answered. "Great
shoes by the way." But then without really thinking
about it, I blurted out quite frankly, "But what
I really noticed were your feet. I have to say, they're quite perfect.
I hope you don't mind me saying that."
"No, I don't mind. Thank you. I make a point to take really good care
of them, so it's always nice when people notice." Then
maybe out of embarrassment for having flexed her feet while standing in
line, I guess, she added, "These high heels are comfortable, but
they're killing me."
"Well, at least they look great, and they really show off your feet
quite nicely. I certainly appreciate them."
"Good. Then I guess I'm glad I wore them. It's just that I could really
go for a great foot massage right now."
"I wish I could give you one here. If I could, I'd offer it to you,"
I told her.
"Really,"
she asked in disbelief.
"Absolutely!" I replied. "It'd be
my pleasure."
"You're not one of those 'foot guys' are you?" She asked
in a tone that seemed a little disapproving.
Still, I answered back, "As a matter of fact, I do happen to be one
of those foot guys." Then I jokingly added with my own
disapproving tone, "But I'm not one of THOSE guys!"
"I didn't mean it that way," she answered back almost
apologetically. "I actually like guys who have a foot
fetish," she told me in a hushed whisper since I was
still inching my way forward in the buffet line. But nobody ahead or
behind us seemed to be picking up on our conversation since they were
in conversations of their own.
"Well,
if there's a way to give you a foot massage in here without anyone
noticing, then I hope you won't be surprised to feel me giving you one."
"Promises, promises," she teased.
"And
maybe a little tickle, too," I added.
"I
love having my feet tickled," she answered back. Then she
told me , "I need to get back to my husband and our
friends. They'll wonder what happened to me. I don't even know where
they are right now."
"They headed in that direction," I told her as I pointed
to one of the large rooms that offered comfortable couch seating.
"Thanks,"
she answered back. "Maybe I'll see you around."
"That'd be great," I told her. "You
never know,"
"Or maybe I'll feel you around," she laughed.
"Yeah,
my luck," I answered back as she walked away.
I didn't take our little conversation that
seriously, and pretty much wrote it off as her being friendly, and
flirtatious; that's all. But
I guess fate had other plans.
As it turned out, a fairly good number of people standing at the end of
the buffet line ended up without any seating, at least for a while. The
place was crowded with people, so it seemed that every seat was taken.
Every once in a while the announcer came to the stage to ask people to
give up their seats if they had finished eating so that others could
sit down. It made me wonder if the organizers had oversold their
charity event, and I also wondered if a Fire Marshall would come in to
break us up. But it was a very festive event, and everyone appeared to
be in a good mood. Thankfully, everything turned out just fine.
I found a long couch in one of the rooms that had a couple of spaces,
so I sat down to eat my food. At this couch there were no tables in
front of it, but it was still pretty comfortable. I had noticed that
this venue had an open floor plan, so all of the rooms pretty much had
a view into the main area. Not all of them had a clear view onto the
stage, but speakers were all over the place, so at least people could
hear the music, and the announcements.
After eating, which only took me a few minutes, I did a little
exploring throughout the place, and into the various rooms. In one of
the far rooms my heart exploded just a bit when I saw the woman whose
feet had taken so much of my attention. The room was crowded like all
the others were, and it was made up with the same kind of furniture;
couches and tables throughout. In her group there were about 15 people
in the same area, all of whom were sitting on an oversized couch with a
few tables along its length. Some of the people were still eating food,
but most of them were enjoying drinks.
To my delight, she was sitting at the end of one of the couches, and as
if fate had intervened, there seemed to be an empty space behind her,
and to the side just a bit. That particular couch had obviously been
designed to fit against that curvy back wall in the room, so it had the
same odd curves to it.
I thought back to our little conversation, but I knew that she couldn't
possibly have chosen that particular space to tempt me with her feet
because her group had chosen that spot before she had joined them. Or
more probably, they had it chosen for them since the place was so
crowded. Besides, I knew that she was with her husband, and despite her friendly flirtations, her
demeanor told me she wasn't the kind of woman to seek other men.
Instead, really like so many women, especially attractive women, men
gravitate to them, and men are the ones who generally come on to a
woman sexually versus the other way around. It's just how the sexes are
wired.
By now she had noticed me standing in the room, and while she didn't
make a head butt to invite me over, she did make a move that pretty
much hardened my cock right away. Although I wasn't yet close enough to
see her exposed soles, as I hoped they would be, I could tell that she
repositioned herself to sit on the back of her legs, which can actually
be quite comfortable. Sure enough, when I got near her, I could see
those sexy wrinkled soles of hers exposed just beyond her butt as she
sat on her legs.
Being that the couch was kind of curved around to make it better to
have a conversation with everyone, and I didn't want to butt in on the
group if they might be there together, I
sheepishly asked her husband if it would be alright for me to sit down
at the end of the couch. There almost seemed to
be room for two more people there, let alone just myself, so it's not
like I would have crowded them. Still, I asked as politely as I could. "Do you
think anybody will mind if I sit on the end here?"
"Sure.
It's actually just the four of us," he said waving his
hand to include his wife, and the other couple I had seem them talking
to in the buffet line. "The others there," waving to
his right as he spoke, "aren't with us. But there's plenty of
room, so please feel free."
"Thanks," I answered back. Then I laughed a little, and
added, "Please carry on. I'm in my own little
world anyway." Little did anyone but that guy's wife know
the extent of what had just said.
To her credit for discretion, which I found arousing, she didn't let on
that we had recently spoken to one another. She simply smiled, and then
turned back to the conversation they had been enjoying together.
I smiled back without saying another word. Then I feigned to take an
intense interest in the goings on around us, and in the people on the
stage, even though I was watching that action on a large monitor in the
air in front of us. Well, I was really paying attention to those
perfectly wrinkled soles of hers, and sneaking peeks whenever I could
get away with it. For the most part, though, I knew I'd have to see by
touch, which was fine by me.
I took a moment or two to calm my breathing, because I was out of my
mind with excitement about being near such perfect feet, and I was
ecstatic about what I might be able to do; what we might be able to do while
people around us were completely unaware. At first I just touched her
soles a little bit by stretching my fingers to lightly glide them in
between, around, and over those sexy wrinkles of both of her feet,
which were face up side by side.
It seems that I could feel her excitement as well, and I hoped it
didn't show so that I could get away with what she was allowing me to
do.What made it more arousing was that she would sometimes say
something to the others as they were laughing and talking together, all
while seeming completely oblivious to what I was doing.
Even though nobody could see what I was doing, unless they passed by,
and looked directly down in the direction of her soles, I only used my
right hand to stimulate her soles. I was sure that using two hands
would draw unwanted attention, and things could get very awkward very
quickly. So I was careful to be very discreet. Then again, the table in
front of the couch had table cloths that touched the floor, which as it
turned out, ended up being a great advantage later on.
I alternated between lightly tickling her soles to giving her a quick
hard tickle or two, and then massaging her soles as well. I could tell
that she was pretty ticklish, so I was careful about how hard, and how
often I tickled her soles. Every once in a while she'd silently give me
approval by scrunching her feet, or rubbing them together when my
fingers slipped down in between her arches. When my fingers would reach
in between her toes, or they would press down onto the top pads of her
feet near the base of her toes, she'd sometimes scrunch her toes to
give my fingers an appreciative hug.
At one point out of curiosity, I discreetly, and quickly brushed my
fingers near my nose to take in a whiff of her feet. I know a lot of
guys are into stinky feet, and more power to you for it, but I'm the
kind of foot fetishist who prefers clean feet. In this case with her,
much to my delight, I smelled a hint of what I presumed to be some type
of perfumed soap. I imagined that she had maybe taken a nice long
perfumed bath before coming to the charity event. I was in Seventh Heaven!
During our naughty foot fetish fun, she'd sometimes discreetly reach
back with her right hand as if it was a natural thing to be doing to
maybe scratch an itch or something, and she'd give my arm an approving
squeeze. This quiet acknowledgment of hers made me feel good about what
was happening. After all, whenever I'm fortunate enough to have a woman
allow me to enjoy her feet, I want her
to enjoy it just as much if not more. Otherwise, I can't feel good
about it.
After a while, and after making sure to give her a really great foot
massage, which I've gotten pretty adept at with one hand, I began
getting a little bolder. Knowing that this would be uncharted
territtory for me with her, and not really knowing how much she may or
may not want the added attention, I took great care to be more bold in
my stimulation of her.
What caught me off guard a little bit at first, but what also aroused
me to no end, was how she suddenly began to undulate her body ever so
slightly as if she was giving herself an orgasm or more, or maybe
having one if not more orgasms by some other means. Unless you were
paying really close attention, and even then, I doubt anybody would be
able to tell what she was doing. Or might be doing. Even with my full
attention I could barely tell; at least not at first. But then I
figured it out.
One thing I was pretty sure about, though, was that her husband was in
on what was going on. Later on, this was confirmed quite astonishingly,
for me at least, and it changed the dynamic of what was going on quite
dramatically. Not only was he in on what had gone on with me and his
wife earlier on, I shouldn't have
been surprised, he knew what was going on the whole time when I
thought he hadn't. Admittedy, when it dawned on me the full extent of
just how involved her husband was, I found it to be very, very arousing.
The first clue that should have made me realize what was really
happening was when I noticed that her dress had seemingly crawled up on
itself to expose her ass, which by then was sandwiched down upon her
bare soft heels. What I hadn't known was that her husband had very
slowly eased her dress up past her thighs, and then had kind of pushed
it off of her hips until it pretty much snapped up where it was because
of its elasticity. She was definitely wearing
no panties.
It then dawned on me that her husband had chosen this couch
specifically because of the way that it allowed a good bit of privacy,
which wasn't hard to do because a number of other couches throughout
the venue had the same capability. With the kind of kinky mind I have,
it made me wonder what else was going on behind those table cloths.
Because I was now cluing in on what was going on, I got even bolder by
slowly pushing past her soles to reach what turned out to be her very
drenched pussy. Sure enough, when I carefully lifted my fingers to
explore whether or not her husband had been playing with her underneath
the table, as I slid my middle finger slightly up into her dripping wet
pussy, without even bumping up against his finger, I could feel her
pussy lips moving back and forth to indicate that he was fingering her
clitoris right there and then. To anyone looking over at them, for all
they knew, they were simply holding hands together.
It was then that I reached over with my left arm to discreetly touch,
and play with her soles while my right hand was still in place below
her pussy so that I could finger her at the same time. While doing
this, I guess beause now she had three hands playing with her at the
same time in a public place without anyone really knowing, I suddenly
felt a rush of warm liquid splashing against my right hand, and down on
my arm when her female ejaculation began to squirt uncontrollably.
I was surprised that she was able to pretty much contain herself as if
nothing was going on, even though I could clearly feel how excited she
was to be having such an intense climax, and they were multiple
orgasms, too, which made what we were doing to her even more exciting.
I began to wonder why I hadn't felt her hands for a while, and when I
realized where they were, and what they were doing, my heart began to
race even more than it already was. What
a rush! I don't know how I had missed it, although I guess it
may have just happened, but I suddenly realized that another pair of
feet were within my reach.
Remember that other couple who was with them? They're also married, but
as it turned out, the other woman's husband was completely oblivious to
what was going on with his wife. I hadn't really paid much attention to
it before, but that guy was in a heavy conversation with the other
group on the other side of the table, and he'd been talking with them
the entire time. His wife, on the other hand, had been busy with some
foot fetish fun of her own, let alone whatever else that might have
been going on underneath that table cloth.
When I looked down, that other woman's sexy feet were only inches away
from me, laid across the legs of the woman I was playing with, and she
had them trapped with one hand while tickling the soles with her other
hand. When I reached over to touch, and then tickle the other woman's
beautifully wrinkled soles, the woman sitting next to me used both of
her hands to firmly hold the other woman's ankles together so that she
was helpless to stop me from molesting her feet.
I couldn't tell for sure at the time, because it was all so discreetly
done, but I was quite certain that the other woman was being subjected
to induced forced orgasms by the husband of the woman I was sitting
next to while she and I had our way with her soles and toes. Sure
enough, in due time with a finger to his lips, and a kiss upon his
fingers, he gave us a knowing smile, and the other woman gave us a cute
open-mouthed look with her eyes wide opened to signal that her sexual
ravishment was more than satisfying enough. She even gave a really
quick nod with her head towards her own husband, who was still
obliviously deep in a conversation with the others, and rolled her eyes
at us to pretty much say in silence, "He has no clue what just happened."
Only then did the woman sitting next to me say something. "Wow! Am
I glad you sat down next to us. What a thrill that was. We'll be
talking about this forever!"
"Me, too," I told her. "Who wouldn't?"
Then my heart sank, and blew the bubble I was in when she said, "It's too
bad we don't live here."
"You're here just for this charity event?" I asked.
"Well,
this, and for some other business, but we're leaving tomorrow."
"Just my luck!" I exclaimed.
I had a nice conversation with the three of them while the other
woman's husband continued to keep himself engrossed in that other
conversation. It was one of those situations that I wished could go on
forever, dramatically speaking, especially since I continued to enjoy
the feel of her soles and toes until we parted ways when it was time to
leave. There was a bathroom break for the ladies, but other than that,
we kept each other company. We pretty much split into our own little
1-on-1 conversations with her husband talking to that other woman, and
me talking with her.
Surprisingly, the woman's husband didn't have a foot fetish. Neither
did she, nor did the other woman since that's pretty much a male
dominated trait as are sexual fetishes in general. Still, both women
love the foreplay of foot fetish fun. And whether she meant it or not,
or she was caught up in the moment, and she felt it at that time, she
told me that the combination of having me play with her feet while she
played with her girlfriend's feet is what really pushed her over the
edge to having the most powerful, and satisfying climax of her life.
Well, that, and adding the effect of having her husband play with her,
too, all at the same time.
"I
couldn't stop cumming," she told me, "and I
was cumming so hard that I thought I was going to lose it for sure."
As I learned later on when I took my own bathroom break
in that venue after we parted ways, quite a bit of precum had leaked
out while I had been in my moments of obvious ecstacy.
It was the right time, and I was in the right place. What a rush!
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