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Discreet Sexy Soles and Toes Pleasuring
Published on Saturday, August 23, 2014

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When I first laid eyes on her sexy feet, I could barely contain myself. Her sexy toes were perfectly pedicured with apple red toenail polish, and she had amazing wrinked soles to compliment her perfect feet. She clearly took the time, and made the effort to keep her feet in great shape.

Normally, all I can do when I see a woman with such great feet is to admire them discreetly, and try not to make an ass out of myself by making her feel uncomfortable if she catches me looking. If I'm lucky enough to get a chance to talk to her, I always try to be careful about what I say so that I don't seem like some creepy guy who's stalking her.

At the time I first saw her, she was standing in line at a coffee shop, which is located in an upscale part of the beach near Los Angeles. Since as I later learned the man she was standing with is her husband, and he has jealousy issues as I also learned later on, I'm not mentioning the actual city where that coffee shop is located.

One of the things I couldn't help but notice while she was standing in line was that she'd lift one of her feet completely out of one of the flip flops she was wearing so that she could curl her sexy toes, and press down on them while flexing her perfectly wrinkled soles. By myself, I was off to the side sitting at a small table for two, which gave me an ideal vantage point to enjoy a great view of her soles and toes.

As I described it, she would switch back and forth between each of her feet to give them wiggle room, and at one point to my embarrassment she happened to glance over in my direction to catch me staring at her feet. At first I wanted to jump up, and leave, but I didn't want to call attention to the fact that she obviously noticed I was looking at her feet. Thankfully, she quietly responded with what seemed to be an amused look on her face, at which point I sheepishly gave a quick smile back, and then looked away, and down to avoid eye contact.

Happily for me, she continued to slip her feet in, and out of her flip flops, although that didn't last long since the line to get coffee was moving along far too quickly. The baristas were obviously very good at their jobs, and quite efficient. In practially no time at all, this beautiful woman and her husband completed their order, and walked out of the coffee shop. To my surprise, which I nervously took advantage of later on, she gave me what seemed to be a knowing smile to silently tell me she knew about my foot fetish, and approved of it.

Then again, as it usually is when people exchange smiles in passing, I couldn't know for sure whether or not she was simply being nice, or if there was more to it. After all, she seemed very happy with her husband, so I had to presume that she was only being nice. Nonetheless, her sexy feet had captivated me, so I very discreetly watched as they left the coffee shop. Then I kind of followed them while keeping my distance to see where they were headed.

As I watched, they took a stroll together in and out of some of the stores in the outdoor mall we were in until at one point she continued to window shop, and he took off towards the parking lot. Taking a chance, I headed over to the same store she was in so that I could walk in to take at least one last glance at her perfect feet. But I had waited too long to go into the store. As I started to walk in, she was walking out, which embarrassed me since I was once again caught in the act of my foot fetish desires.

To my surprise she blurted out, "Hello again."

"Hi," I answered back. "I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable in the coffee shop."

"Uncomfortable?" She asked in an amusing tone of voice.

"Yeah. I mean, I guess I got caught in the act of looking at your feet."

"You were looking at my feet?" She playfully asked, which of course was rhetorical. "Is that what you were doing? I wasn't really quite sure."

"Oh great," I laughed. "Now that I confirmed it, I'm completely embarrassed by it."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she assured me. "You just happen to be one of those guys who's into feet, right."

"Well, not just any feet," I told her. "But feet like yours are so perfect that even a guy without a foot fetish would notice how beautiful they are."

"Thank you," she answered back. "I like to keep them in good shape with regular pedicures."

"Then I hope you don't mind it when a guy admires them."

"Not at all," she replied. "I rather like it when they notice."

"That's a load off of my mind," I sighed. Then I added, "I take it the guy I saw with you is your husband, right?"

"He is," she answered, "but he never gives my feet any attention except for the occasional foot masssage, which I love."

"Feet like yours deserve to be massaged," I told her.

"Are you offering?" She asked with a laugh.

"Yes, you can consider that an offer," I answered back quite sincerely. "I'd love to massage your feet."

"I'd take you up on it," she told me, "but my husband's way too jealous to allow it."

"That's too bad," I said with disappointment.

I could tell she was, and is the kind of woman who's loyal to her husband, and who would never cheat on him. I told her this, which she acknowledged, and we ended up having a nicely arousing conversation that included having me tell her about different kinds of things guys with a foot fetish like to do with a pair of sexy female feet. By then, she and I had somehow made it up to a scarcely populated part of the complex that contained another courtyard, and we had sat down on a comfortable bench to carry on our conversation.

I could hardly contain myself while sitting next to her because she had kicked off her flip flops, and had curled her feet only inches away from me while she sat with her legs kind of tucked underneath her. It was almost as if she was purposely tempting me with those perfecly pedicured toes, and those sexy wrinkled soles of hers, but I instinctively knew it was inadvertently being done, and simply felt natural for her to be sitting next to me the way she was.

Every once in a while, surely accidental I thought, her toes would brush up against my leg, which was increbibly arousing for me since I was wearing a pair of cargo shorts. That's how close we were sitting to each other.

At one point she blurted out with a giggle, "Sorry! I really don't mean to keep doing that." She seemed sincere.

"Like it's going to bother me," I laughed. Then I playfully told her, "If you're not careful, I'm going to start massaging your feet right here, and now."

Instead of objecting, she asked, "Do you think anybody would notice?"

"Somebody like me would," I told her quite honestly, "but I think most people if they noticed wouldn't think much about it." Then I pointed out, "Besides, we've only had a couple of people walk by."

"I think if I noticed, I'd be wishing I was the one getting the foot massage," she said with a nervous laugh.

"I think you might be right," I told her. "Maybe we should make some people jealous," I added.

"I have to admit that I'm very tempted to let you give me a foot massage," she told me.

Taking a chance since she seemed to be very comfortable with me, and she seemed relaxed to the point of almost falling asleep despite the coffee she had just finished drinking, I gently grabbed onto the side of one of her exposed feet, and gave that sole a gentle, but firm squeeze with my left hand.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed in a kind of loud whisper. "That feels great."

Taken back by how incredibly soft her feet were, I was almost speechless. Still, I held my composure with the sigular purpose to massage her feet, so I asked her if she'd let me give her a foot massage.

"I can't believe how amazingly soft your feet are," I told her. "Why don't you lie face down here since there's plenty of room, and I'll give you a really nice foot massage."

She looked around with a look on her face that wondered if she could let a guy give her a foot massage in a public place. "Do you really think we can do this here in public?" She asked.

"Especially here since hardly anybody is around," I assured her. Then I told her, "Just lay down, close your eyes, and relax. I'll be our lookout, and I'll stop if it no longer seems to be appropriate." All the while I continued to massage that one foot of hers, but by then I was using both of my hands.

"This feels so good," she admitted. Then she laughed as she positioned herself to lay down. "I guess it'll be okay."

"It'll be fine," I reassured her again as she laid an oversized straw hat over the back if her head. "After all," I told her, "nobody will even know who you are with that hat obscuring your identity."

She seemed to like being anonymous like that. "I guess you're right," she giggled. "The thing is, I feel a little naughty," she added.

"Good," I playfully told her. "Feeling naughty will add to the eroticism of getting a foot massage, and it'll help to keep it arousing."

"I almost feel like I'm cheating," she laughed.

"But you really aren't," I explained. "It's only a foot massage." Then I confessed, "Well, at least for you that's all it is."

She kind of knowingly giggled at my confession, and said, "Just don't get too excited. I don't want us to get arrested."

She actually had a good point, but I didn't want to have that discussion with her. As it happened, one of the outdoor courtyard security guys had circled around to take a closer look at what we were doing more times than seemed normal. On that particular day since business was pretty slow, and not a lot of people were around even in the busier lower court, it seemed like the security guy I saw was the only one on duty.

To our advantage, on one of his passes only a few feet away after she had laid face down, and I had laid her bare feet in my lap, he gave me a thumbs up signal, and a wide, open knowing smile that clearly indicated his approval. I wondered to myself if he may have a foot fetish.

In any case, she had very willingly taken me up on my suggestion to close her eyes, and completely relax. "Feel free to take a refreshing nap while I'm massaging your feet, I told her."

"I just might do that," she answered back. With a laugh she added, "I just hope I don't start snoring."

"Feel free," I told her.

Whether or not she had been kidding about the snoring, or she was giving herself an excuse to remain unaware of anything that I did with her feet, I don't know, and it didn't really matter. What mattered was that she allowed me to have her sexy feet in my lap, and I intended to take full advantage of it. But first, I made sure to give her a really great foot massage that lasted for quite a while before going any further.

I didn't know if she had fallen asleep for real, or if she had only pretended to have fallen asleep, but at some point I began to lick her soles, and suck each and every one of her sexy toes. At first I did this very discreetly so that it wouldn't be so obvious. When she didn't react, I got bolder and bolder, and I only became more obvious when nobody was walking through the courtyard to notice. At some point I noticed that her breathing got heavier, and she even moved ever so slightly from time to time. If she was awake at all, which I highly suspected she was pretty much the entire time, she didn't say a word.

Earlier on she had asked me to wake her by a certain time if she had fallen asleep, and that time was approaching far too quickly for me. Meanwhile, and really only because we were on a bench that gave us a lot of privacy, and nobody was around to notice, I felt compelled to explore her pussy and clit ever so carefully. Even though the skirt she was wearing ended just below her knees, so it was a medium length, it was one of those scarf skirts, which made it easy to get access to her panties.

Out of curiosity more than anything else, I slowly reached underneath her skirt after gently spreading her legs apart while keeping her feet on my legs. Spreading my own legs apart helped to spread her legs, which gave me pretty easy access to her panties. Being pretty sure that she was awake even though she wasn't saying a thing to me, I decided to seduce her by slowly tracing the fingers of my right hand up along the innner part her left thigh with very light tickling until I reached the bottom lacing of her panties.

As before, even though her breathing was once again heavier than usual, she didn't say a word. At the same time, she undulated her hips ever so slightly, and even raised them a bit to give me better access to her pussy and clit. She even moaned a little; just a little; but that didn't mean she was awake, although again, I was quite sure she was fully aware of what I was doing.

I carefully inserted my fingers underneath the bottom lacing of her panties, and very gently pushed it down, and aside. I happily noted by touch that she was wearing the kind of laced panties that could easily be manipulated to stay on one side or the other of her pussy lips simply by pushing them aside. I chose to push them aside to the right, which kept them in place so that her pussy and clit remained exposed, albeit underneath her skirt, and out of view.

I realized rather quickly that her pussy was already sopping wet, which mostly likely meant that she had enjoyed by then a series of multiple orgasms of minor intensity, but which had been stimulating enough to have gotten her very wet. With that one hand, I used my well lubricated index finger to play with her clit until it became engorged, and erect. At the same time I used my other hand to firmly hold onto her right foot so that I could raise it up to my mouth, and shimp her big toe with my mouth, and tongue.

In hardly any time at all, the combination of what I was doing induced a series of much more powerful multiple orgasms until I was suddenly interrupted by her right hand, which had grabbed onto my right hand to pull it awaye. The intensiy of her climaxes were so powerful that she couldn't help but to pull my hand away. And yet, holding my hand in hers, she kept a hold of my hand as if we were sweethearts, and gave it a very firm, and loving grasp of approval.

Momentarily lifting up her straw hat with her left hand to take a peek, she happily saw that nobody else was around, so she laid her hat back down over her head, and exclaimed her satisfaction. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "I haven't cum like that in I don't know how long. Maybe never. What have you done to me?"

"I think you mean, what have you done to me?" I answered back with happiness. "Your body responds exceptionally well to being pleasured."

"I wish I could have you teach my husband to do this," she said with her face still obscured by her straw hat.

"And I wish that I could play with you again," I told her. "Thank you for being so indulgent."

"No, no, no. Thank you!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "What time is it?"

"It's almost time to wake you from your nap," I giggled, "and I was just about ready to do that."

"What a great way to way somebody up," She answered back.

After she sat up, and she composed herself, we talked for a little while longer about what had happened. At some point the same security guard walked by, and he even took it upon himself to say, "Hello." We both smiled, and returned the greeting.

"Do you think he saw any of this?" She asked.

"Saw any of it?" I rhetorically asked. "He must have a foot fetish because at one point he was the one who was sucking your toes."

"No way!" She exclaimed with what seemed to be excitement. "You're kidding, right?"

"You're right. I'm just kidding," I told her.

As we continued to talk about the fun sexual adventure we had just enjoyed together, she wondered if playing in a public place made her cum so hard. I told her that could have been part of it. I also told her part of it could have been because she's married, and would never pursue anything like that in her own. She said I was right, and then she shared with me how she and her husband had talked a few times about inviting a woman into their bedroom.

"Not another man?" I asked.

"No way!" She exclaimed. "He's way too jealous for that."

"That's too bad," I told her, at which point I talked to her about how I sometimes played with couples, and how the husbands really got off watching me be with their wives. Then I reminded her of the time, and that she probably needed to leave.

"Oh that," she laughed. "I actually have some more time. I just said that in case I needed an excuse to leave."

"I understand," I answered back.

Not much longer after that, we did part ways, but not before making plans to play again. As it turned out, as happy as she otherwise is with her husband, she told me he had cheated on her more than once, and that she was obviously ready for a little payback. That was a couple of years ago, and we're still good friends with benefits who enjoy kinky foot fetish fun from time to time.

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