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Footjob In A Shopping Mall Parking Lot
Published early as a preview here in our chat forum on Sunday, January 21, 2018.
Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, February 7, 2018.

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The footjob videos below reminded me of a footjob that I enjoyed rather discreetly in the parking lot of a shopping mall after an older woman caught me staring at her feet while she was trying on a pair of shoes. I was mesmurized, and she had fun teasing me about it.

If you open up each of the videos to enjoy them, you'll see that their titles reference a public footjob in a movie theatre parking lot. I guess I could have titled my story to refect that, but again, I met this incredibly sexy woman in a shoe store.

Footjob Video Part 1:

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Footjob Video Part 2:

I remember how embarrased I was when I first realized she was looking over at me while I was staring at her feet. She caught me red handed; or more accurately, red faced. I almost didn't notice her smile of amusement because I was so mesmurized with her perfect feet. They're very similar to the feet showcased in the videos, and the purple on her toes was exactly that color.

"You can take a closer look if you want," she said to me in a giggle.

I was already only a couple of feet away, pun intended, so the impact of being caught was felt more intensely.

"Sorry," I told her. "I didn't mean to stare."

"It's quite alright," she replied with that amazing smile of yours. "I find it very flattering when a good looking young man finds my feet attractive. You do find them attractive, don't you."

"Yes ma'am," I stammered.

"Oh please don't call me ma'am," she scolded me. "Even though I can easily see I'm old enough to be your mother, I hate being called ma'am."

"Yes ma'am," I stammered again. "I mean no ma'am," I tried to correct myself.

"I know what you mean," she laughed again. "No worries. But please, call me Donna. How about you? What's your named."

"Donald," I answered back. "I mean Don. My friends call me Don."

"What a coincidence," she replied. "Don and Donna."

"Oh yeah," I laughed. "That is a coincidence."

For the next couple of minutes she and I had a nice conversation, which mostly centered on her feet. I told her how great they looked, and she thanked me for noticing since she always makes a point to keep them looking good.

"I'm told that they're very soft," she said at one point referring to her feet.

"They look soft," I told her.

To my surprise, even though we had clearly bonded quite nicely, she asked, "Would you like to touch them?"

"Of course I would," I told her. "But it's a little too public here in the store."

"That it is," she agreed just as yet another couple of people walked past us.

"So when's the last time somebody gave you a foot massage?" I blurted out.

"Why'd you like to know?" She asked. "Are you offering?"

"I guess I am," I kind of laughed with embrassment.

To my surprise she told me, "Well, I'm not going to turn down a foot massage if you're going to offer me one."

"I'd love to give you one," I answered back.

"Are you any good at it?" She asked.

"I think so," I told her.

"You think so?" She asked with a laugh. "You don't know?"

"Yeah," I told her. "I give pretty good foot massages."

"I'll tell you what," she said rather intently. "Why don't we go back to my car, and you can show me how good your foot massages are."

"In your car?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "It's only a foot massage. Besides, I just happened to park in a pretty secluded area of the parking lot."

The sexual tension I felt seemed palpable between us, altough I couldn't know for sure if she felt the same. But I was pretty sure she could tell from the bulge in my jeans that our conversation about her feet had gotten me aroused. If she had noticed, I suspected that added to the flattery I gave her.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity to massage her feet, and play with them as I hoped to do, I happily walked her to her car, and helped her load all of the items she had purchased. She had quite a few bags, and told me nothing she bought needed freezing or refrigerating. That made me think I could take my time to give her a really good foot massage.

I was very happy to see that her Jeep Grand Cherokee was tucked into a corner of an underground section of the garage in kind of a triangle shaped location that was as she had told me pretty secluded.

"This was the first open space I saw," she told me as if she wanted me to know that parking in such an excluded space had been random.

"It works for me," I told her as calmly as I could without sounding too excited about the relative privacy.

"Me too," she told me quite bluntly, "especially since I like to relax when I'm having my feet massaged. The less interruptions there are, the better."

The parking lot was a huge one that included indoor and outdoor parking. The shopping mall was really busy that day, too, so there weren't a lot of spaces available to park. The good thing from my perspective about where she parked was that she was up against a cement wall on the driver's side, so there was only one car to her right on the passenger side. Also, because of the triangle shaped location her parking spot was in, that car on the passenger side was parked a foot or two back from her car. As such, the privacy of her front seat was much more than I could have hoped for even if it turned out there'd be a lot of activity in that space next to hers. Basically, nobody would be able to see that I would have her feet in my lap. They'd be none the wiser.

I even told her with some glee, "What a great spot to give you a foot massage."

"I know," she smiled. "Isn't it? It couldn't have worked out better."

After helping to unload her stuff into the back of her Jeep, and sitting down in the front seat with her, she directed me to open her glove box to get Avon Foot Works out of it to massage her feet. I didn't know it at the time, but it's a rich cream that's formulated with cocoa butter, which is known to deeply penetrate into the top layers of skin, and it uses some kind of technology that helps to soften skin really well.

"It's one of the creams I like to use," she told me as she kicked off her leather sandals, and laid both of her feet in my lap. "I prefer not to use oils."

"Wow!" I exclaimed after touching her feet for the first time. "Your feet are already incredible soft. In fact, they're amazingly soft!"

"Thank you," she replied. "I like keeping my feet soft to the touch."

"And they smell so wonderful!" I blurted out with nervousness after inadvertently bumping my face and nose into her feet just after I had lifted them up while trying to position myself a little better for her foot massage.

She laughed. "So you're into smelling feet, huh?"

"Well," I started to explain, "only if they smell as nice as yours. They kind of have a cocoa butter smell to them. Very nice."

"That's what's in the cream," she told me. "Cocoa butter among other things."

By then I had squirted out some of the cream onto my hand to smell it. "Ah, yes. Very nice."

After warming it up in my hands, I applied the cream all over her feet including her soles, and in between her perfectly pedicured toes. She moaned with approval, and said in a soft voice, "Hmmm. That's nice. It's been a long time since I've had a foot massage."

"It's my pleasure to give you one," I told her.

She closed her eyes, and kind of sunk down into her seat. I was aroused from the very start, even before touching her wonderfully soft feet. Now that I had them in my lap, and in my hands, I could hardly believe it. Not only were her feet perfect in every way, but she was also very attractive. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I set aside my impulse to start kissing her feet, and enjoy them as I really wanted. Instead, I made a point to give her a really great foot massage.

After about a half hour or so of massaging each of her feet very methodically, from heel to each and every sexy toe, she stirred a bit, and spoke. "If you're waiting for me to ask you to stop, I'm afraid you're going to be in for a long wait. I hope you're okay with that."

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me to stop," I told her, "I love massaging your feet."

"I can tell," she said with a giggle while using the sole of her right foot to press down onto the pronounced bulge in my jeans.

I let out a sigh, and told her, "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"How could I not notice?" She asked rhetorically while opening her eyes to take a look.

"Sorry," I instinctively replied.

"Oh it's quite alright," she assured me. "I'm glad that massaging my feet turns you on."

"Very much so," I confirmed.

"Good," she told me, and then she added, "I'm getting the feeling that you'd like to do more to my feet than massage them. Am I right about that? Are you one of those foot fetish guys?"

"I am," I confessed.

"Then my feet are yours," she said with a smile.

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Sure," she confirmed. "As long as it feels good, you can do what you'd like."

I didn't say a word. Instead, I gently raised her left foot to my face, and put her big toe into my mouth to suck it.

"That feels great," she told me while closing her eyes again. "I hope you don't mind if I just zone out for a while to enjoy it."

I pulled her toe out of my mouth to say, "Not at all. We'll both enjoy it."

For the next twenty five minutes or so, neither one of us said a word as I sucked each and every one of her toes. I licked and kissed every inch and crevice of her wonderfully wrinkled soles, and in between her toes as well. I gently nibbled each of her heels, and lightly tickled her soles as she smiled and giggled a little from the tickling sensations. Whenever I'd get a little too carried away with the tickling, she'd gasp, and squirm when it was too intense, but she never asked or told me to stop.

At one point I'm pretty sure she had a bit of an orgasm or at least got very wet as I was holding onto her ankles to keep her feet together in my firm grasp while I tickled the soles of her feet.

"Unzip your jeans," she suddenly commanded with some urgency as she opened her eyes to focus on the bulge that was in clear view.

I unzipped my jeans, and to her delight it seems, a trail of pre-cum was quite visible. Her feet quickly, and quite expertly took full control of my cock, and in less than a minute just as the 2nd video shows, I exploded uncontrollably. The explosion of my load was intense, and powerful. I shot high into the air, all over her feet, onto my jeans, and all over her dashboard as well.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. That was amazing! She reached around her seat, grabbed a small towel, and handed it to me. "Here. Use this to clean up."

"Sorry," I told her with embarrassment. "I couldn't help myself."

"There's no need to be sorry," she assured me. "I coudn't help but climax myself," she added while grabbing my right hand to guide my fingers to her crotch as she unbuttoned, and then unzipped her cute little shorts.

Sure enough, she was sopping wet.

"Oh, I'm so happy that you got off," I told her. "I didn't want to be the only one."

"As you can see," she said, "you weren't."

Even though she was obviously very, very wet, I sensed that she hadn't really climaxed as she would have liked, so I started teasing her engorged clit with my fingers, and fingering her pussy. She was very clearly happy about it, and closed her eyes in silent nod of sorts to give me full approval to continue.

Happily for me, and obviously for her as well, I found the right rhythm to stimulate her clit, and I pretty easily found her G-Spot to massage it with a couple of my fingers. In practically no time at all, I not only had her cumming multiple times, but she suddenly began to squirt uncontrollably.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she grabbed by hand, and squeezed it really hard. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm making you squirt," I happily told her.

"I'm not peeing?" She asked increduously.

"Not at all," I assured her. "You've just had a female ejaculation."

"I did?" She asked. "That's what it is?"

"Totally," I assured her again. "You've never ejaculated before?"

"Never!" She exclaimed. "Wow! What a rush! That was intense!"

"For me, too," I told her. "This is what gets me off; to get a woman to cum, and explode like that."

"I can't believe this started with a foot massage," she said.

"Me either," I agreed, "but I'm glad it did."

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