TEASING TOES ON THE TRAIN – PART 1

This story was submitted by Didi.

It was published on Thursday, April 9, 2015

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I don’t know how I do it! Somehow my feet keep getting me into interesting situations. If you’ve read my previous stories, you’d know about some of the wild things I’ve got up to with my feet. It’s been a while since my feet have attracted a random stranger, but that all changed on Sunday.

I was going to a football game and had arranged to meet my football fanatic friend Fiona at the game. It was Fiona who I went camping with when I first came across Blake. I wrote about that in My Stolen Sandals. Anyway as you’d know, Fiona isn’t into the feet scene or anything like that, it just seems when I’m with her or on the way to meet her, that my feet become extremely desirable to a random stranger.

Knowing that the parking is near impossible near the stadium, I decided to get the train. This meant driving to my local station, hopping on a train into the city and then changing trains to get to the stadium.

I arrived at the station and the train was already on the platform due to head out. I managed to make it just in time before the doors closed and the train headed off. This train had the bench seats all the way down both sides. Not the rows of seats that I made such good use of in A Very Public Footjob On A Train. In that story I gave VL a footjob in a crowded carriage as we sat opposite each other, with Amy and David to keep us company and keep a look out.

Anyway, back to Sunday. I sat down in a relatively quiet part of the carriage, opposite a guy who looked to be in his forties and I assume his teenage daughter. They were both decked out in football supporter’s gear. The daughter was busy playing with a smart phone; the guy was just looking around the carriage. I couldn’t see his eyes because he had sunglasses on, but as soon as I sat down, I was pretty sure he was looking at my feet and had been watching them as I walked to my seat.

I had worn my comfortable and revealing wedge heel thong sandals.

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I’ve always enjoyed wearing these thongs, they are extremely comfortable and they do make my feet look sexy. As I usually do when wearing these thongs, my nails were painted purple as in the picture above. They also match my football team colours!

I pulled out my own smart phone, checked a few messages and sent a text to Fiona to tell her I was on the train. I glanced over at the guy opposite and was now pretty sure that he was staring at my feet. I wondered what had got him so interested, but then I realized that I’d sat with my feet together and was rubbing my big toes together. I quite often do this when wearing sandals, which is about 99% of the time with me!

I realized that to a foot fetishist, this would be a sexy sight. I exaggerated the movement slightly and noticed that he was smiling. There was no doubt that he was watching my foot show! I thought I’d have a bit of fun, so I stretched my legs out in front of me and crossed my left ankle over my right foot. I raised my toes so that he could see under them, and be able to see how soft and smooth my skin was. I then began flexing my toes, creating an inviting gap for a foot fetishist’s cock! If I didn’t have his attention before, I had it now! I realized he had a look of Ryan Reynolds about him, which made me even more interested as I’m a big admirer.

I noticed him licking his lips. I had him! I kept flexing my toes, lifting them away from my sandal soles then scrunching them down as if I was caressing a cock with them. I wondered if my actions were arousing him. So I pretended to play with my phone, but instead sneakily looked over it for signs of life in his sports shorts. After about a minute, I saw his erection starting to rise. He was a foot guy. Of that I had no doubt! And it was my feet that were making him hard! There was no mistake that he was getting an erection and he was focused on my feet.

I love to tease. So I slipped off my left sandal and for the next few minutes, I slid my foot in and out of it. Each time my foot was fully in the sandal, I lifted my toes as if to invite his cock to be under them. Then I flicked the sandal off so it was just within reach about half way across the aisle. I noticed him watch it land and could see him admiring it, sat so close in front of him, I just knew that he’d have the urge to want to reach out and pick it up.

Then I began stroking the top of my right foot with the bare toes of my left foot. Simulating a footjob, I rubbed my toes over the side of my right big toe. Pinching the tip of it between my left big and second toes. I looked at his crotch and could see his erection clearly now, it looked big, but looked uncomfortable, sticking out slightly to his left. He carefully readjusted his shorts, the material now loose enough to take the pressure off his erection. It didn’t look as uncomfortable as before, but it was still clearly visible, now pointing straight towards me like a tent pole.

I reached my left foot out to retrieve my thong, picking it up by the thong strap between my toes. Then I slowly slipped my left foot back into it and crossed my legs, this time my right leg hanging over my left knee. As my right foot dangled, I began flapping it about, circling my foot, wiggling my toes and flapping the sandal, the sound clearly audible. I knew the sound would be driving him crazy, so I looked at his crotch and swear his cock was visible pulsing around in his shorts. As I flapped my right foot, I started flexing and scrunching my left toes. I noticed he was looking from one foot to the other, clearly unsure which foot to focus on.

Then, he obviously couldn’t take it anymore; he started looking all around the carriage, trying to look anywhere but at my feet. I stopped flapping my right foot and flexing my left toes, as soon as his attention was elsewhere. Finally he looked back towards me and as he looked at my face, I smiled broadly at him whilst giving him a little wave with my right foot. He smiled back. He looked down at my right foot waving at him, then to his own crotch and then up at my face.

I was feeling really naughty at this point, so I smiled again and mouthed the words “Nice Boner” to him.

He smiled sheepishly, looked at his crotch again, glanced at my feet and then mouthed back to me “Nice feet”.

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I was impressed that he didn’t try to hide his erection. So I grinned and mouthed “Thank you”. Then I uncrossed my legs and stretched them out in front of me again.

I crossed my left ankle over my right foot again and started flexing my toes. I looked over and his attention was on my feet again. Then he suddenly pulled a smart phone out of his pocket, fiddled with it for a few seconds, then he held it low down between his knees and pointed it towards my feet. For some reason this surprised me, I didn’t expect him to film my feet, especially after a good ten minutes of just staring at them.

The train stopped at a couple of stations and gradually drew closer to the city. People had got on and off the train, but nobody had sat near us. I continued to tease him with my toes, as he continued to film them. His erect cock still looked to be pulsing.

I wondered if would be able to cum, just by staring at my feet. I have witnessed guys cum without even touching them, so knew it was possible. I had been so focused on his erection, I hadn’t even checked to see what his daughter was doing so I looked over at her and she was oblivious to everything, still fully focused on playing with her phone.

He finally stopped filming and put his phone away in his pocket. He looked up at my face, smiled and mouthed “Thank you”.

I stopped flexing my toes and pulled my feet back so that they were sat flat on the floor. He watched me closely, still smiling whilst his cock was still standing to attention.

I really wanted to see his cock at this point, so grinned at him until he looked at my face. I mouthed, “Show me” to him.

He looked confused and mouthed back, “What?”

“Show me your boner”. I mouthed as clearly as I could.

He smiled, looked carefully around the carriage and then picked up the small backpack he had on the seat next to him. He placed it on his left knee so that his daughter couldn’t see what he was about to do. He then looked to his right, down the carriage. He appeared satisfied that nobody was watching. Then he did as I’d asked and pulled down his waste band barely revealing his cockhead. He looked up at me and smiled.

“More,” I mouthed.

He pulled the waste band down more to reveal about half of his shaft. He looked over waiting for approval. His cock looked very thick and it looked to be long too, I wanted to see more, so I mouthed “All of it”.

“Balls as well?” He mouthed back as he started to pull the waste band even lower.

“Everything,” I mouthed again.

He pulled the waste band up and then reached inside the right leg of his shorts, fiddled around for a few seconds and then pulled his cock and balls out through the leg opening. I was impressed. Now fully exposed, his cock was extremely thick and impressively long too, at around 8 or 9 inches. He looked up at me and mouthed, “Like it?”

I nodded, smiled and mouthed, “I love it”.

He pulled his foreskin down to reveal an equally impressive cockhead. It was about as thick as his shaft, quite pointed at the tip, but very bulbous. He smiled again.

“Very nice. Stroke it for me?” I mouthed as I licked my lips.

He did as I asked and started slowly stroking his fat cock between his thumb and forefinger. I rewarded him by stretching my legs out again and crossing my left ankle over my right foot. I began flexing my toes again, wishing that I could feel his big shiny cockhead under them.

I looked around and realized that we were only a couple of minutes from arriving at the city. I wondered if he’d make himself cum before we arrived. I also wondered that if he came, where would his cum end up.

He was staring at my feet and he continued to gently stroke his impressive cock. He looked up at me and smiled again. He looked very nervous and quickly looked around the carriage again, making sure nobody was watching him. He looked back and smiled at me again.

I mouthed, “Can you cum?”

He shook his head. “Not yet”, he mouthed back.

“Stroke it faster then”, I mouthed, hoping he’d be able to cum. I exaggerated the flexing of my toes to make him even more excited.

He started stroking it faster and with a full grip. Just then, I realized we were pulling into the station. He realized too and looked around, noticing people starting to stand up and head towards the doors. He held his cock by the base of the shaft and squeezed it , showing off how hard and close to letting go it had been.

“Sorry”, he mouthed as he let go of his cock. It looked magnificent, all red and really ready to blow. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. He carefully wrestled his cock back into his shorts.

“Never mind” I mouthed back as I pulled my feet in getting ready to stand up, just as the train slowly pulled into the platform.

He stood up right in front of me, his monster erection still standing proudly upright and pointing straight at my face. I so wanted to reach out and grab it but had to use every ounce of restraint to stop myself. His daughter suddenly put her phone away, stood up and walked straight over to the door. He followed her but not before he stepped towards me slightly, just as I leaned forward ready to stand up. He lingered momentarily with his cock barely 6 inches from my face. If he’d been naked he would have been able to feel my breath on it, in fact if he’d been naked I would have sucked it there and then!

He stood back whilst waiting for the doors to open, still poiting his crotch towards me. I got up and walked up beside him. Ignoring the possible consequences, instead of holding onto the pole in the aisle for stability, I reached out with my left hand and grabbed his fleshy pole as firmly as I could through his shorts. He didn’t flinch, nor try to stop me; he just smiled and looked down at my feet. I squeezed as hard as I could on his impressive cock, the material of his shorts giving enough so that my finger pretty much circled his boner. It was certainly a hand full, as impressive, if not more so than the other big cococks I’ve had the pleasure of playing with - either Steve or the Samoan (guys I written about before in Didi and My Second Encounter with Foot Fan Walt).

The train stopped at the platform and the doors opened. His daughter walked out without even looking over her shoulder to see if her dad was with her. He didn’t move, he just stood there frozen with his cock in my hand trap. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that the other passengers had exited through the doors at the other end of the carriage, leaving just the two of us there.

He turned to face me, his cock still trapped in my grip. “You’re going to have to let go now,” he said nervously.

“Not until I’ve felt it naked.” I replied, loosening my grip and pulling his waste band away from his body.

I stepped closer and looked into his shorts, before reaching in with my right hand and firmly gripping his warm, hard and huge cock. It felt amazing. I couldn’t resist giving him and desperate handjob. I was so tempted to drop to my knees and suck it up. But I knew the train had security cameras. I knew I had to let go, but just couldn’t. I looked around again, there was nobody on the train and the platform was empty immediately outside of the door. I I knew I wanted to feel it in my mouth, so I went for it. I stepped back slightly and in one smooth movement, pulled his waste band down with my left hand, pulled his foreskin down with my right and bent forward to take his glorious cockhead into my mouth.

He jumped slightly, but remained frozen as I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could. I wanted to make him cum, so I eagerly bobbed my head up and down again, covering his cock in my spittle. I pulled my head back and was about to go down for a third suck, but he stepped back, catching me off guard, moving enough so that his cock popped out of my mouth.

“Stop, there’s cameras”. He sensibly stated.

“Shame you couldn’t cum for me”. I said as I pulled his waste band back up, but still firmly holding his now wet shaft in my grip. I started to walk away, holding on tight, dragging him behind me. I loosened my grip and let his wet cock slide through my hand just as I walked out of the door.

I walked towards the escalator to go over to the other platform to catch the train to the stadium. I noticed his daughter was at the bottom of the escalator talking to a couple of girls her age. I looked over my shoulder and my foot friend was walking towards the escalator too. As soon as the girls noticed he was coming, they got onto the escalator without waiting. Luckily, they didn’t appear to notice the giant bulge in his shorts. I stopped at the bottom and waited for him to catch up.

I climbed onto the escalator and turned to face him. He got on about three steps below me and true to form he couldn’t help but stare at my feet. I could see his erection was still ridiculously visible, so I reached out and flicked it with my right foot.

“Nice boner”, I said out loud this time.

“Nice feet”, he replied.

“My feet would like to meet your boner, just as my mouth did” I said naughtily.

“The feeling is mutual” he replied, before laughing out loud.

“My feet would like to spend more than 5 seconds with it though!”

“I bet they would”.

So I reached out again with my right foot, this time pushing the tips of my toes under his balls before slowly dragging them up the length of his erection. I scraped my sandal sole back down his cock, almost pulling the fabric down enough to expose him. Then just held my foot under his balls pressing up into them with the top of my toes until the escalator neared the top. There were people riding the escalator immediately behind him, but I doubt any of them saw what I ’d just done.

By the time we got to the top, his daughter and her friends were already going down the escalator to the other platform. If any of them had looked over at that point, they would have seen my foot pressed into his balls. I turned around just in time to avid tripping at the top, and then slowly walked over the bridge waiting for my new friend to catch up with me. As I got onto the downward escalator, he got on immediately behind me. I could feel the unmistakable feeling of his erection pressed into my upper back. I looked down the platform and his daughter and her friends were already getting onto the football train.

This train in contrast to the one we’d just ridden on, looked to be very full. People were stood in the aisles and even in the doorways. I looked up at the board and noticed that the train was due to depart in 1 minute, but the time was actually flashing, meaning it was about to leave. So I started running down the escalator and along the platform, not checking to see if my new friend was behind me. I got onto the train and noticed that his daughter and her friends had managed to squeeze past the crowd and were stood about half way down the aisle. I decided to stay in the doorway area, leaning against a pole for balance. I didn’t know if my new friend and his amazing cock would make it in time as the beeper started going off indicating the doors were about to close.

That’s the end of part 1. Part 2 is even sexier; I just haven’t had the chance to write it up yet, but don’t worry it will follow very soon.

Didi

This story was submitted by Didi.

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To read the 2nd part of this story, go to TEASING TOES ON THE TRAIN – PART 2.