TEASING TOES ON THE TRAIN – PART 2

This story was submitted by Didi.

It was published on Thursday, April 9, 2015

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Don’t read this without reading part 1.

If you have, then go ahead. To recap, I was on my way to a football game on the train and came across an obvious foot fetishist. I teased him with my sexy feet and sandals. He reacted as he stared at them, by getting an enormous boner. Needless to say, there was some flirting and brief contact with his awesome cock. I came very close to making him cum on the first train, but unfortunately, we arrived at the city. We then had to dash for the connecting train to the stadium. I got to the train just in time before it departed; I wasn’t sure whether he’d make it. What followed is below…

I was facing away from the doors as they closed, I felt bad that he hadn’t made it. Then I felt the sensation in my back that I was hoping to feel. My new friend was stood closely behind me, his erection pressed against my lower back.

No sooner had I felt his cock in my back, the train moved off. It was a tight squeeze as bodies pressed up against each other. I looked over my shoulder and saw my new friend was leaning back against the doors, yet I could still feel his cock pressed into my back. I wanted to play with him again, but knew I’d have to be quick, as this train journey would only take about 5 minutes. I turned to face him, deliberately brushing my right hand slowly over his erection. I smiled up at his face and without invitation; in one smooth move, I slid my hand inside his waste band and grabbed hold of his cock.

I was pleased to find it was still rock hard and huge. It felt even warmer than before and was still slightly damp with the spittle I’d left on it from the all too brief sucking I’d given it on the last train. I knew that with all the bodies, it would be unlikely that anyone would notice any movement, so I gripped it as tight as I could and started to give him a slow, firm handjob. He seemed to tense up as I roughly played with his cock. I looked up at his face and his lips were pursed and he had a frown showing on his forehead.

“Can you cum?” I asked in a loud whisper.

“Yes, soon”, he whispered back.

“When?” I asked as I continued to wank him roughly.

“30 seconds tops”, he replied nervously.

“Were you that close before?” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes, if the last train had arrived even 10 seconds later, I would have cum, or if I’d let you suck me for even a couple of seconds longer I would have filled your mouth”. He whispered back.

“You should have”. I whispered back.

“Well it looks like you’re about to make me cum anyway”. He said sounding panicky.

“I want you to cum on my feet”. I demanded.

“I’d love to, but there’s not enough room here. It would have been easier on the last train,” he whispered back.

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I wasn’t going to give up, so I let go of his cock and instead reached in through his leg opening, just as he’d done before and roughly pulled his cock out through the leg opening so I could stroke it again. Just then the train pulled into a station. I thought our game was up, but realised that there was one stop before the stadium station. Luckily this station had a platform on the opposite side of the train, so although those doors opened and people got on, they didn’t do it in the doorway we were stood in.

Looking down, I noticed that his cock was as straight as I’d ever had, with even thickness all the way up the shaft and it was very smooth without any veins sticking out. I tried to point his cock down towards my feet, but it was simply too stiff. There wasn’t room to get one of my feet up to it either. I knew that if I just continued to wank him, he’d probably just cum straight up in the air and it could land anywhere. I considered trying to sneakily bend forward and take him in my mouth again, but I knew I wouldn’t get away with that, not with all the people around.

I suddenly had an idea. I could use one of my sandals to catch his cum. So I raised my left foot up over my right knee. Luckily I was well balanced leaning back into the pole, so I slipped off my sandal and lowered my left foot down onto the top of my right foot, keeping it off the dirty floor.

I lowered the sandal down over his cock and slid it carefully down so that his cock was sticking through the opening where my big toe should be. Holding the sandal by the sole, I used it to wank him without even touching him with my fingers. I thought it had been a sexy sight seeing David’s cock through my pink toe-loop thong (as I wrote about in The Willing Masseur) or the many times I’d given VL a sandal-wank. But this guy’s cock looked magnificent in this wedge thong. There’s one thing for sure, there’s no way this huge cock would get anywhere near poking through one of my toe-loop thongs!

“I’m about to cum”, he suddenly whispered as he leaned towards my ear.

I knew as soon as he did, as I’d seen precum smear on the insole of the sandal and the tip of his cockhead was glistening as it started a steady trickle. I pulled my thong from his cock and firmly gripped it with my left hand. I held the sandal just above it and waited for him to cum. He didn’t disappoint, luckily I’d stopped sandal-wanking him early enough to stop it spraying everywhere. He came with an initial gush that sent a thick stream of cum over the insole of my sandal, pretty much covering it in one go. I pulled his cock to a horizontal position just in time to catch another three spurts over the insole. Each spurt sprayed less, but each time thick cum spilled out into my sandal. I turned the sandal around and pointed the toe area towards his cock, smearing the toe area and toe post in his remaining cum.

I couldn’t wait to feel his warm cum on my foot, so as soon as his cock appeared to stop cumming, I raised my left foot up again, this time resting it on my right knee, my sole pointing downwards as much as I could. To avoid spilling his cum, I carefully lowered my cum-covered thong and slid it back onto my foot, my toes easily sliding into position over his fresh warm cum. Once in place, I lowered my foot to the ground. I could see cum all over the tips of my toes as I moved my weight to my left foot and pressed down. My foot slipped forward and the toe post dug painfully into the gap between my toes. His cum had squelched up between my toes and even squeezed out from under my arch as it leaked over the edge of the sandal. I flexed and scrunched my toes getting his cum over as much of my foot as possible, whilst getting my foot back into the correct position. I love that sensation of my foot slipping around in my sandal, but wasn’t keen on the toe post digging in.

I still had hold of his erection in my left hand and it was still rock hard. I loosened my grip and more cum formed at the tip and started to run down the side of his cock. I let go and wondered what to do next. Every desire I had was to suck him clean.

“I wish I could have felt your cockhead under my toes.” I whispered to him.

“There’s still time”, he replied, just as the train slowed as it approached the stadium platform.

He surprised me with his next action. He somehow managed to squat down in front of me, squeezing down into a gap that wasn’t really there. I looked down and he was holding his cock, pointing it towards my right foot. I lifted my foot towards it, but deliberately raised it higher towards his face. As I lifted my big toe and pushed it towards his mouth, I was surprised that he didn’t try to suck it, he just pushed my foot down towards his cock. Lifting my toes again, I pushed forward until I captured his cockhead under them. I squeezed down and felt his warm squishy cockhead under my toes, I also felt warm cum oozing out under them. Just then the train stopped at the station. I looked around and luckily nobody was watching us. The doors on the opposite side of the carriage suddenly opened and people started pouring out. I couldn’t move, as I still had a cockhead in my sandal!

Looking down, I wished that I could just keep squeezing his cock under my toes, but common sense took over and I pulled my foot back, but made sure I squeezed down as hard as I could in the process, my toes dragging over the rim of his cockhead as it popped out from under them. Luckily my nails were short enough not to have damaged his vulnerable cockhead. He quickly shoved his cock back into the leg of his shorts and then slowly stood upright. I lowered my foot to the floor and felt the last of his cum squelch between my toes. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his cock was still fully erect. I just had to give it one more squeeze, so I grabbed it through his shorts and squeezed it as hard as I could.

“Nice cock,” I whispered as I let go and slowly and carefully walked out through the doors.

He’d cum so much, my left foot was slipping around in his fresh and slimy cum as I gingerly stepped out of the train. My right foot was fine although I could feel cum under and between my toes. I made my way carefully through the crowd and made it to a bench a couple of metres across the platform. I sat down, so that I wouldn’t slip any more and risk rolling my ankle. I looked back into the train and saw that his daughter and her friends were stood next to him. He’d taken his backpack off and was holding it in front of him, hiding his erection. They exited the train, the girls first, him lagging behind. As the girls walked past me, he called out “I’ll catch you up in a minute, as I’ve just spotted a friend”.

“Ok dad, we’ll see you at the gate,” his daughter replied as they headed off down the steps.

The crowd thinned out to a trickle and he easily made his way through them to stand in front of me. He looked down at my feet and smiled.

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“Is that really my cum between your toes and in your sandals?” He asked.

“Yes it really is”.

“Your feet look gorgeous in those sandals”.

“Glad you think so”.

“Mind if I sit down?” He asked.

“Please do”.

“Done anything like this before?” He asked, as he sat closely next to me.

“Yes actually I have”.

“With a random stranger?” He asked sounding pleased and excited.

“Not on a train, but at a wedding, at truck stops, at a beach, in Kings Park and even in a library” I replied laughing to myself.

“Really? That’s incredible, all strangers?” He replied somewhat dumbfounded.

“Yes really. They were all strangers. I’ve also given a footjob to a friend on a train and to other guys in various public places”. I replied showing off.

“Wow. That’s really sexy. Clearly you are experienced, but how did you know I was into your feet?” He asked.

“I always know. In fact I think any girl who wears pretty sandals and paints her toenails, knows when a guy is paying attention to them. I was pretty sure even before I sat down on the train, as I’d seen you watching my feet as I walked down the aisle. But the second I saw movement in your shorts, I was 100% sure”.

“I was trying my hardest to not get hard, which was difficult with the way you were teasing with your toes”. He said laughing.

“You should have just let it happen. I love it when I see a guy react to my feet”.

“When did you decide that you were going to have your way with me?” he asked.

“As soon as you started videoing my feet. Up to then, you could have been a shy foot fetishist hiding your fantasies. I thought that if you were prepared to video my feet, then you’d be open to better offers”.

That’s the end of part 2. Only by writing it all up, did I realize that a part 3 is required to tell the whole story.

Part 3 will follow very soon. Didi.

This story was submitted by Didi.

You're encouraged to post your comments here in Didi's topic of our chat forum.

To read the 3rd part of this story, go to TEASING TOES ON THE TRAIN – PART 3.

To read this author's 1st story, click A Challenge To Make A Guy Cum With My Feet.