Foot Fetish Fun On A Red-Eye
Flight
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An online foot fetish buddy sent me the 6 pics in this
story after telling me that he found them on some website that had a
thread about how disgusting bare feet are on a plane. I guess a lot of
people think it's gross. Naturally, he and I have a foot fetish, so we
have a different opinion.
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The pics remind me of a red-eye flight that I took many
years ago when a woman sitting in the row behind me rested her feet on the
back of my arm rest to my right. Both of us had a window seat in our
respective rows.
At first, just her beautifully pedicured red toes appeared next to me. At
the time, pretty much everybody in my line of sight was asleep, which is
common on a red-eye flight. As you might imagine, I was thrilled to have
such sexy feet next to me. I was tempted to touch them, but I was nervous
about it since I had no idea whether or not my touch would be welcomed.
For the next couple of minutes I agonized about what to do. Should I play
it safe, and enjoy the view without touching her feet, or should I take
the chance that she'd enjoy my touch?
The thing is, I didn't want to wait too long in case she pulled her feet
back into her space, so I decided to engage in a little bit of naughty
exploration. I kind of twisted my body to lean into my right as if I was
going to sleep in a fetal position as other people were doing, and then I
very carefully placed the fingers of my left hand underneath her left
foot.
Trying to be as discreet, and inconspicuous as I could, I very gently
reached up to the underside of her tempting toes with two of my fingers to
carefully touch, and leave them in place. Her feet felt cold to my touch.
I could feel the warmth of my fingers transfer to the underside of her
toes.
As my heart pounded in my chest with nervousness, I wondered if she could
feel my fingers resting up against her feet as they were. Or maybe she
didn't notice since I had been so careful about what I had done. In any
case, she kept her feet where they were.
Getting a little bolder, I began to very slowly raise my other fingers to
touch the underside of her toes, and the soft skin of her upper sole. My
breathing became heavier, and I became more aroused.
Suddenly, though, she pulled her feet away from off of my arm rest, which
made me think that I had upset her. I kind of expected her to signal for a
flight attendant to complain about what I had done, but it seemed that she
hadn't called for one.
As I was agonizing about what I had done, and nervously afraid of the
consequences, I saw her right foot back on top of my arm rest. This time,
she rested her foot on its heel so that the entire sole of her foot was
exposed.
I couldn't know for sure whether or not this was an invitation to touch
her foot again, or if she simply rested it there again without ever having
known that I had touched her. Taking a chance, I carefully touched the
heel of her foot, and began to lightly glide my fingers up along her soft,
wrinkly sole.
When she wriggled her toes a bit with what seemed to me was a silent
permission for me to continue, I felt emboldened to gently grasp her foot
with both hands to give her a really great foot massage. As I did that,
she pushed her leg further towards me so that she was able to bend her
knee to give me better access to her foot, which was now in my lap.
Wanting to be discreet in case anybody was to walk by, or wake up to look
in my direction, I laid a blanket over her leg, and my lap to hide what I
was doing. That's when she reached around with her left hand to give my
right shoulder a quick squeeze of approval before pulling it back into her
space again.
I made sure to give her a really great foot massage, which I did along
with some light tickling along the way, which she seemed to enjoy. The
whole time I had a hard on. I suspected that she could feel it from time
to time since her foot was in my lap
even though I kept my jeans zippered up.
After giving her a right foot a really great massage, she pulled her right
leg back into her space, and quickly leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Thank
you so much. I had no idea this would happen, and I loved it."
I turned towards her with a smile to reply, "I'm glad, but
I'm pretty sure I loved it even more than you. I'd love to massage
your other foot if you're up for it."
"Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to
impose any more than I already have."
"Of course I'm sure, and it's no imposition at all," I
told her. "It would be my pleasure."
"I'm sure not going to say no to that," she whispered
back with a smile. "Just hold on the a sec; I want to get
into a good position for it. By the way, thank you for using a blanket
to keep it discreet. I really appreciate it. I'm doing the same back
here."
"Of course," I replied. "No worries.
Discretion is important, and our blankets are great for that."
The next thing I knew, after having obviously laid on her right side in
her seat as if she was sleeping in that position, she pushed through both
of her legs onto my arm rest, and bent them at her knees towards me. Just
as she had done with her right leg before so that her right foot could be
laid onto my lap, I then had both of her feet in my lap.
What surprised, and thrilled me the most was that she had obviously
removed her sexy black lace panties since they were hanging off her left
leg below her knee. I wasn't sure if they were a naughty gift for me, or
if she just wanted me to know how much she had enjoyed the attention I had
given to her right foot. Either way, they were soaked with cum. Very
naughty!
I laid the blanket over her legs, and my lap to once again hide what I was
doing. I presumed that she had once again laid a blanket over herself as
well in her effort to be as discreet as she could be about what we were
doing. I reveled in the fact that she had evidently gotten as aroused as I
had gotten, but even more since she had climaxed. It made me think that
she had been playing with herself to enjoy multitple orgasms while I was
playing with, and massage her right foot. That's probably what I would
have done.
As I began to give her left foot a really great massage, I couldn't help
but notice that she was using the toes of her right foot to search for,
and try to unzip my jeans. Rather than have her go to all that effort
blindly, I quickly unzipped my jeans, and pulled them down a bit to free
my ever hardening cock. It was then that I felt a lot of pre-cum had
escaped my cock; a lot of it, which made me think that I had orgasmed as
well. It's no wonder that I had felt so aroused before.
After massaging her left foot about as long as I had massaged her right
foot, I pulled away the blanket, and lifted her left foot a little
sideways, and up to my face from underneath the blanket so that I could
shrimp her toes with my mouth, and tongue. For those who don't already
know, shrimping a woman's toes is to suck on them.
Naturally, I kept a lookout for any flight attendant or passenger who may
be walking by, or withing my eye of sight. Happily for both of us, there
was no need to stop what I was doing. She must have known that too, and
yet, I was hoping that she'd find the naughtiness of what we were doing to
be uniquely arousing, and exciting. I certainly did.
After thoroughly shrimping both of her feet, one by one, and then
sometimes at the same time, I laid both of her feet side by side on top of
my thighs underneath the blanket again, and I held them in place by firmly
grasping her ankles to hold them together. In no time at all, my hard
cock, slippery from all of the pre-cum, readily popped up in between her
upturned soles.
As I began to tickle her trapped wrinkly soles a little harder, she
started to squrim in my grip. Especially given that we were on a red-eye
flight with sleeping passengers, I didn't want to tickle her so hard that
she'd cry out in protest, but I wanted to tickle them hard enough for her
to squirm with excitement.
A little tickle testing helped me to determine her breaking point so that
I didn't go too far. Besides, it didn't take me long to shoot a few loads
all over her soles. After all, the more that she squirmed, the more
friction her trapped soles created side by side along my hard cock to make
me climax. Had the blanket not been on top of what I was doing, I know
from experience that I would have shot loads of cum all over her soles,
and her legs. As it was, much of my cum splashed all over her wrinkles
soles, and into the blanket.
I knew that the flight would soon be descending to its destination, so I
used my blanket to clean up the cum. Not wanting to presume that her
panties were mine to keep, I slipped them back onto her left leg. Then I
gave her sexy feet a squeeze to silently thank her for being such a great
play partner as it were.
She leaned over her seat to whisper, "That was amazing! Thank
you."
"I thought so too," I told her, "and the
thanks goes to you for letting me do this."
"I couldn't resist," she quietly laughed.
By then the pilot had announced the plane's descent along with information
about the weather, and a thanks for flying with the airline. Soon after,
we landed.
Pointing to her wedding ring, I said to her, "I see that
you're married." I had noticed her ring before, but by
the time I did, I was already too deep into the naughty fun that we had
gotten ourselves into during the flight.
"I am," she said, "so I guess it
won't be surprising to you that this can't go anywhere."
"I understand," I replied. "No worries."
"I'm glad you understand," she said.
"Of course," I replied. "I'm just
glad that we had the fun we did."
"Me too," she smiled.
"I guess it's okay to walk out with you, isn't it?"
I asked.
"Sure," she laughed. "We would have
probably walked out together anyway because of our seating."
"Yeah," I replied. "I suppose we would
have."
Neither one of us had any baggage except what we carried on the plane.
After finally introducing ourselves, I asked her, "So, is
your husband picking you up?"
"No," she answered. "He's on a business
trip himself, so I'll be getting myself back home."
"Not to be presumptuous," I told her, "but
do you need a ride home?"
"No thank you," she answered. "I have my
car here. It's in short term parking across from the terminal. Do you
need a ride home?"
"No thank you," I answered. "I don't
actually live here. I'm here on business, and I'm picking up a
rental."
"Then I guess we'll be going our separate ways," she
told me.
"I guess so," I replied, "but would
it be okay if I walk you to your car?"
"Sure," she smiled. "I'd like that."
Along the way, she told me that nobody had ever done to her what I had
done, and she couldn't believe that she had let it happen. I told her that
I had never gone that far on a plane before, but I also admitted that I
did engage in a lot of foot fetish fun with different women.
"Ah ha!" She laughed. "I had a
feeling I wasn't your first."
"No," I answered, "but as I told you, what
we so naughtily did was definitely a first for me, and it's something
that I doubt will ever happen again. So thank you again for being so
great about it. I really enjoyed it."
"So did I," she giggled. Then she asked, "Would
you like me to drive you over to get your rental?"
"You don't mind?" I asked.
"Not at all," she answered.
"Thank you," I replied. "That would
be great. I'm certainly not going to say no to that."
When we got into her car, I was pleasantly surprised when she nonchalantly
laid her feet onto my lap.
"Unless you're in a hurry to get your rental, my feet are
yours to do as you please if you want them," she told
me. "I have to admit that I'm still horny from what you did
to me on the plane."
"That works for me," I told her. "Just
close your eyes, and zone out. I'll happily do the rest."
"Soles or toes?" She asked with a smile.
"I enjoy both," I told her, "but
I'm a sole man, which is what turns me on the most."
"In that case," she replied, "let's get
into the back seat where I can lay down on my stomach."
"Okay," I replied.
When we got into the back seat, she reached up to the front to
electronically lock the doors. Then she got on her stomach after kicking
off her leather sandals, and laid her feet onto my lap. I was in Seventh
Heaven. Up close, and personal, I once again enjoyed how perfect her soles
are. Very soft, and wonderfully wrinkled.
"My soles are all yours," she purred. "Just
keep an eye out for any intruders."
"Will do," I assured her, "and thank you so
much for letting me enjoy your feet."
"It's my pleasure," she told me.
"That's the intention," I replied, "and
it will be my pleasure as well."
No words were spoken after that until I had thoroughly massaged, kissed,
licked, and tickled every inch of her soles. The only thing I heard from
her were occasional moans of satisfaction, and approval. Naturally, I also
shrimped each, and every one of her toes.
Even though she reminded me that we couldn't really take this any further
because of her marriage, we still became Facebook friends through the app
before we parted ways after she dropped me off so that I could pick up my
rental.
My business trips are pretty regular, though, so I'm still hoping that
she'll be tempted to come over to my hotel room for some naughty foot
fetish fun. In the meantime, she sometimes send me pics of her feet with
the promise from me that I don't share them on the Internet.
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