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Spontaneous Lover
Published on Sunday, October 25, 2015

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"Thank you," I replied as my face blushed with embarrassment. A really good looking young man who was maybe only about half my age had just told me he really liked my feet.

"It's my pleasure. Your feet are gorgeous," he answered back. Then he added, "I hope you don't mind if I tell you they're very sexy."

"Not at all," I replied gushing. In the middle of a supermarket asile, I was glad that he and I were the only ones within earshot.

"Oh good," he said with a bit of embrassment himself. "I didn't want you to think I was being creepy or anything."

I giggled, and then asked, "You don't happen to have a foot fetish, do you?"

"Uhhh," he stammered.

"That's quite all right," I interrupted. "My husband has a foot fetish, too. It's perfectly fine. In fact, I rather like that you noticed my feet."

"How could I not?" He laughed. "Your toes are perfect, and I love candy apple red."

"It's actually a color called deep rose red," I corrected him.

"Ah," he replied. "My newest favorite!"

I rarely ever painted my toenails red. I had only done it this time to see if my husband would notice since I knew that was his favorite color. In fact, he had noticed, but that was about it. We hadn't had sex for so long that I could hardly remember the last time we had. I wasn't overly worried about it. I was just disappointed that my red toenail polish hadn't spurred him on enough to come on to me.

"My husband loves red, too," I told him.

"My luck," he teased. "I would have definitely made a pass at you."

"Really?" I asked. "But I'm obviously so much older than you."

"I'm not hung up on age," he said matter-of-factly. "Besides, you're an incredibly sexy woman."

"Okay. Your place or mine?" I teased.

"Seriously?" He choked out his question.

I was having fun with his obvious attraction to me, so I told him quite spontaneously, "That depends."

"Depends on what?" He asked.

"It depends on what you want to do," I answered back. "I'm guessing it has something to do with my feet, right?"

"If you'd allow it, absolutely!" He exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Somewhat to my surprise I expained to him that my husband was out on a long motorcyle ride, and since my feet hadn't been pleasured in such a long time, I was giving him the chance to have some foot fetish fun. "There's only one condition," I told him.

"Anything!" He exclaimed.

"I want you to give me a really great foot massage," I explained. Then I asked, "Are you good at giving foot massage?"

"I love giving foot massages," he answered back, "and I'm told that I give really good ones, too."

Knowing that I'd probably lose my nerve at any moment, and come to my otherwise good senses, I quickly told him he could follow me home after he told me he could come over to my place right then and there. In less than 20 minutes because I lived so close to the grocery store, we were back at my house, and he was inside with me while I put away my groceries.

It only dawned on me then that he hadn't gotten any groceries himself, and I began to wonder if he had maybe been scoping the grocery store for older women to seduce for sex. Then again, as I thought about it some more, it would be flattering if in fact this was what he was doing, and he found me to be attractive.

Thankfully for my own peace of mind, in any case, I felt even more comfortable with this young man in my house than I had felt with him at the store. I learned that he was attending a nearby college when with enthusiasm he showed me his college ID, and he filled me in about his studies. He was a pre-med student, and had in fact already taken a course in massage therapy, which is why as he explained it he knew how to give really great massages.

By then my groceries had been put away, and we had gone into my bedroom after he asked if it would be okay to massage me on my bed. I was initially going to have him massage me on my husband's massage table, but by then I was enjoying the sexual tension that had arisen, which is why his obviously leading question about massaging me on the bed instead of the massage table was so appealing. Besides, I had already decided I would let him have me sexually if he was horny enough to make the moves on me.

After I laid out a couple of large beach towels on the bed to help protect the bed cover from the massage oil I chose to have him use on me, and I opened the French Doors of my bedroom to air it out with the help of a fan that I set on low to generate a nice breeze, I turned on my favorite "fuck me" Barry White music, I set aside a couple of large glasses of iced tea for him and me, and I excused myself to take a shower.

"Make yourself comfortable," I told him. Then I added with a knowing laugh, "Au naturel if you want," I kind of laughed. "I mean, I guess that's how you want me, right, with nothing on?"

"It would make it a lot easier," he said with fervent approval. "That would be great."

I explained to him that I had already taken a shower before going shopping, but I still wanted to get a good rinse-off to refresh myself. "Do you want to take a quick shower yourself?" I asked.

"Thanks, but I took a shower myself right before going to the store," he told me, "so I'm good."

His hair was still a bit wet when I had first seen him at the store, so I figured that he had already showered.

When I stepped out of the shower, and into the bedroom completely naked, I was pleased that he too was completely naked. Trying to hide a quite impressive boner, I smiled at him and coyly said, "It's good to see that you're ready."

"Sorry," he sheepishly replied while continuing to cover his boner.

"No need to be sorry," I told him. "It's nice to know that you find me attractive."

"Very!" He exclaimed.

"Good," I replied back to assure him I was fine, and even happy with the sexual tension between us. "I hope you don'd mind if I kind of zone out while you're massaging me," I told him while reaching for a sleep mask, and securing it over my eyes.

"Not at all," he replied. "In fact," he added, "silence is the perfect way to enjoy your massage. Just let the sense of touch, and stimulation take you into a world of bliss."

"Ohhhh," I cooed. "My kind of masseur," I said with my last words for quite a long while as I laid face down in the middle of the bed.

It was no surprise that he began massaging my feet right at the start. What was surprising was that he was giving me a genuine foot massage that was incredible, and very thorough. Not an inch of my soles were missed, nor were my toes. At one point to my delight he began kissing and licking my soles, and he expertly shrimped each one my toes with his warm mouth, and probing tongue.

Then he worked on my body; the entire backside of my naked body; thoroughly, and quite expertly until he was at my feet again with an intensity that was even more arousing than before. I loved how he licked my soles, and how he took each toe into his mouth to suck so pleasurably. When he gently, but firmly held onto my ankles to keep my feet together, I could feel him fucking my arches while he clearly got off on tickling my soles. The tickling was almost too much for me to take, so I couldn't help but to squirm and to squeal out a little.

My natural protestations seemed to arouse, and excite him even more as it did me. The more I struggled beneath his firm hold of my ankles, the more aroused, and excited he got. He suddenly climaxed with what felt like a huge load of cum all over my soles, the back of my legs, and clear up onto my back.

"I want to make you feel good, too!" He exclaimed.

"You already have," I assured him.

"But I want to make you cum," he said with what almost seemed like desperation.

"I already have," I told him, and I had with numerous little climaxes that had made me incredibly wet.

"But I want to make you squirt," he told me. "May I?" He asked.

"My body is yours," I told him quite sincerely. He had already made me feel so fantastic that I was willing to let him do anything. "Do what you want," I told him.

"Thank you," he blurted out in a hushed whisper.

Somewhat to my surprise, but not entirely since I had begun to once again think about what his real intensions had been at the grocery store, I suddenly wondered what he might be carrying in the backpack that he had taken out of his car to bring with him into my house. Before I could really react, and as I delighted in what I was imagining, I suddenly felt one of my wrists being wrapped with a soft fabric of some kind, and I heard what sounded like Velcro interlocking the fabric. First one wrist, and then the other in very quick fashion.

I could feel my arms being pulled apart above my head as the delight in what I had imagined now seemed very real. He was using some kind of Velco straps to secure my wrists to the top corners of my bed. "Are you tying me up?" I asked with amusement.

"I am," he answered back with excitement. "But I'll stop if you want me to stop." Without waiting for an answer he added, "Maybe you can pretend that you're tied up."

"Is that what you want, for me to pretend?" I asked.

"Well," he stammered. "If  could have my way, I'd tie you up for real, and have all kinds of naughty fun with you."

"It looks like you already have," I answered back with a giggle.
"I guess I have," he answered back with his own bit of laughter. "Seriously," he added, "I really want to make you squirt, and this is the best way to make you cum uncontrollably."

"I'm game if you are," I replied. "Besides," I explained, "I think it's pretty obvious that this is turning me on a lot, so you might as well go all the way with it."

"Thanks," he answered back. "I am SO turned on right now that I can hardly stand it, and I REALLY want to get you off."

"Hmmmm, I'm turned on too," was all I could think of to say. I was most definitely ready to have him take full advantage me, and I was curious about what he'd do next.

After securing my wrists to the top corners of my bed, he pulled my naked body taut, and tied my ankles together, which he then secured to the bottom of the bed. I felt pretty immobilized, and I was surprised at how aroused it made me feel. Immobilizing me further, he used Velcro restraints above and below my knees to keep my legs firmly together, and he sat on top of my legs to immobilize me even more.

I couldn't move an inch, which turned out to be a good thing considering how intense the pleasure was once he began getting me off with a series of multiple forced orgasms. He expertly used what I later learned was the vibratring head of a sex toy vibrator to apply a firm, and steady pressure to my clit, which he fully exposed by using his fingers to spread my pussy lips apart.

The climaxes he forced upon me were so intense that tears of pleasure streamed down my face as I practically begged him to stop. But he didn't stop, at least not upon my begging, which in turn aroused, and excited me even more as I learned to appreciate, and get off on his sexual domnation over me. I could tell by the way he seemed to be attracted to me that he would never go beyond anything that was too much for me to take; certainly nothing painful per se, or humiliating in terms of disrespecting me as a woman. This young man was simply into getting off on the naughty sexual fun of being with an older woman, and into getting off on a most willing, and appreciative submissive.

As for the squirting he mentioned, my husband knew how to make me squirt, and so did a few previous lovers, but I only revealed this to my new young lover after he had made me squirt, and what an intense climax that was; more than once, and incredibly powerful. The thing is, and he seemed to have known this instinctively, when I start to climax multiple times, my clit becomes so sensitive that uncontrollable squirting is practically inevititable. When he forced me to squirt, it was intense, and it was without any control on my part. The beach towels underneath my pussy were soaked with my multiple climaxes.

Instnctively, this young man also knew that I was perfectly primed for fucking after having squirted so abundantly, and uncontrollably. As soon as I had my most intense ejaculations, he deftly freed my ankles and legs so that he could quickly pull my naked body taut down towards his, and fuck me deeply for G-spot orgasms. He fucked me hard while my legs were pinned above his shoulders, and my wrinkled soles, and tempting toes were inches away from his face. While fucking me, he licked my soles, and sucked my toes at the same time until I was once again climaxing over his hard cock inside my pussy.

Even though my husband's the kind of guy who'd enjoy hearing what happened during his absense, I wasn't ready to share that news with him, so he had no idea that I had enjoyed such a great afternoon with such a great young lover. This wouldn't be the last time he came over to have his way with my soles, toes, pussy, and clit, nor would he be the only lover to sexually dominate me since he loved to bring his friends over to have their way with me, too. He even brought over some girlfriends of his, some of whom I got to help sexually dominate whenever they weren't dominating me.

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