FOOTJOB FOR A
CYCLIST - STRANGER IN THE PARK
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was submitted by Didi.
It was published on Tuesday, June 7,
2016
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A Strange title for a strange story! Hi it’s me Didi, sorry it has been so long since my last story. I was waiting for something interesting to happen before writing about it. Well, there’s been no end of interesting recently!
Recently I have been involved in some amazing foot action. In fact, some of it has been quite outrageous. I’ve had foot related adventures at a Hen Party, at a Wedding, at a Soccer pitch, at a Gym and then most recently in a city park, which this story is about. Don’t worry, I will write about the other adventures and send them in to greatfeet.com shortly. I’ve nearly finished typing up the story about the Hen Party, so will send that in soon.
So back to this story. Even though I haven’t contributed any stories or pictures of my feet recently, I still get lots of fan mail by email. One fan – Richard, challenged me last week to give a total stranger a footjob in public place. I told him to read my previous stories, as I’d done that many times before. But he insisted and even gave me a deadline of 7 days to complete the challenge and submit it. Well, I’ve never been one to shirk a challenge, so I accepted. I didn’t plan anything, I just thought I’d go about my business, wearing sandals and having my feet ready at any point.
Sunday came
around and I found myself in a park in the city which has a coffee
shop. I had intended just to go and enjoy the view whilst drinking a
coffee. Needless to say I was wearing latest favourite sandals as
usual, although this time with three quarter leggings and a hooded
sweatshirt. Here are my feet and sandals as they were on Sunday:
I ordered my coffee and was admiring the view over the city, when I noticed a cyclist pull up in full Lycra cycling gear and join the queue for a coffee. I collected my coffee and moved to the side. I couldn’t help but stare at the cyclist.
His cock and balls were quite visible through his shorts, which immediately flicked my naughty switch. I decided that this guy would be my target to complete the challenge that Richard had set me. So I waited for him to collect his coffee and take a seat, which happened to be away from everyone else, so he could lean his bike against the table without getting in anyone’s way. I decided to try my luck.
So I went over, sipping on my own coffee. He was probably about 30, quite tall and athletic. He was looking down and appeared to be reading messages on his smart phone. I looked down at his crotch and it certainly contained a big package. He noticed me approach and briefly glanced up. I smiled and told him that I liked his bike. He thanked me, but then looked down at his phone again. I asked him about his ride - where he was riding to. He smiled and told me briefly about his ride around the river. He seemed to be engaging, even placing his phone back on the table. So I asked him a couple of questions about his bike, using all my knowledge about bikes, which isn’t much. He obviously thought I was genuine and even offered me a seat.
So I sat opposite him. He started telling me all about his bike. I tried to appear interested, but could only think about getting my feet on his package.
“So, do you ride?” He asked.
“I love to get my feet pumping” I replied in double entendre for some reason.
I suddenly felt that it was time to strike, so I crossed my legs and immediately began caressing his leg with my left foot.
“What are you doing?” He asked, sounding shocked, as he jumped slightly in his seat.
“Caressing your leg” I replied, as I kept stroking my foot up and down his hairless calf.
“Why are you doing that?” He asked, defensively.
“Because I want to ask you something” I asked, not being able to think of anything else.
“What?” He asked, sounding suspicious.
“Have you ever had a footjob?” I ask naughtily, getting back on track, and going straight to the point.
“No, but I can guess what it is, like a handjob, but with feet. But why ask me?” He replied nervously.
“Well I want to give you one - right now, right here. I want to pump my feet all over your cock” I told him as I kicked off my sandal and caressed my foot further up his leg until it was stroking his inner thigh.
“Well I never expected that” He replied, sounding calmer than I expected.
“I’m all about surprises. So you don’t object?” I asked as I continued to caressing his thigh, my toes by then gently brushing over his balls.
“Would it matter if I did?” He asked, almost relaxed about the situation he found himself in.
“Not really. You could always stand up and move away if you want me to stop” I said, now stroking and tickling his balls.
“Well I can’t do that now” He laughed, as he looked around.
“Why not?” I asked, looking around too, to check that nobody was watching.
“Because you’ve given me a giant stiffy!” He whispered.
I was there. I’d got him! I leaned forward over the small table and could clearly see a mighty erection standing out through his tight Lycra. I leaned back in my seat and slid my toes gently over his cock, stroking the full length until they curled over the tip of his cockhead. His cock felt big - long, thick and hard, just as it looked through the Lycra.
“Nice cock”. I said as I pressed firmer and rubbed up and down faster.
“Thanks. But why me?” He replied sounding confused.
“No reason why it should be you. I just saw you climb off your bike and noticed your package. I was in the mood; so thought I’d chance it”.
“What happens now?” he asked.
“Well, I keep going until you either run away or cum in your shorts”. I replied naughtily. Kicking off my other sandal and raising my right foot so that I could caress his balls.
“Well I’m not going to run away. Not like this anyway. People will notice!” He replied, smiling as he did.
“Well in that case, brace yourself, because I’m going to make you cum”. I replied confidently. My right foot was by then, caressing his balls as my left foot stroked his cock.
He tensed up after barely two minutes. I knew he was about to cum.
“Is there any way that I could caress your naked cock?” I asked, wanting to feel it now he was about to cum.
“I could get it out, but the shorts are very tight”. He replied sounding disappointed.
“I don’t suppose you could just pull the waist band away?” I asked hopefully.
“The material is tight, but I can try”. He replied shakily, as I felt his cock start to pulse under my foot.
“Never mind then”. I replied, knowing he wouldn’t have time to get it out anyway. I slowed down my rubbing and waited for him to explode.
He frantically pulled at his waistband and managed to pull it down enough to expose the upper part of his cock. I quickly placed my right foot between it and his body and then rubbed my left toes over his now naked and very hot cock. He’d got it out just in time, as he groaned out loud and came. I felt his cock throb as he let go. I kept rubbing and then felt my feet get decorated with fresh warm cum. I leaned forward and took in the scene as he strained to hold the waistband away. His cock was red all over, his cum was everywhere and my feet were covered in it.
“Thanks for that” I said, as I callously pulled my feet away, quickly slipped them back into my thong sandals, stood up and walked away. I never even glanced over my shoulder as I walked quickly away. My feet luckily being held in place with the tight sandal straps, stopping the cum lubricant from making them slip out.
I had gotten as far as the car park, when he suddenly raced up alongside me on his bike.
“What was all that about?” He asked accusingly.
“Nothing really, just something I needed to do” I replied, satisfied that I’d completed my challenge.
“At least tell me your name?” He asked.
“Didi” I replied, not asking for his, as I got in my car and closed the door.
Sometimes, it’s exciting being me!
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