Her Sexy Feet Drive Me
Crazy!
Published early on our
Previews
page on Thursday,
January 4, 2024.
Official publication date for the main page of our
site: Thursday,
January 25, 2024.
This illustrated story was submitted
anonymously.
I was practicing yoga in a small park that's located in my
neighborhood when another woman asked if it would be okay to do the same
next to her.
"I've had too many guys come on to me here," she explained, "so I'd feel a little safer here with you if you don't mind."
"I know what you mean," I told her. "Guys come on to me all the time, and it can get a little tiring."
She and I hit it off right away. I learned that she had recently moved into our neighborhood after getting divorced, which is what I had done about 12 years prior to her move. Neither of us had children, and like me, which I found out that day, we both have a preference for women. That's one of the reasons that getting divorced from our husbands made sense.
"I wish I had known before I got married," she told me after she shared that she prefers women.
"Me too," I commiserated. "I
wasn't sure about it before, but I am now."
"Yeah," she laughed, "women
are just so much nicer to be with when it comes to the bedroom."
"I agree," I told her.
"I have a confession to make," she said with some embarrassment. "I was attracted to you the first time that I saw you."
"The first time?" I asked. "You've seen me before?"
"I saw you a few weeks ago," she answered, "but I didn't want to come on to you like guys do."
"You mean like a creep?" I rhetorically asked with a laugh.
"Exactly," she answered. "I didn't want to seem like a creep."
"You're hardly a creep," I assured her. "I'm actually glad that you introduced yourself."
"I'm glad I did too," she replied. "And if you don't mind me telling you this," she added, "you have really beautiful feet."
"Thank you," I replied with pride. "I like to take care of them."
"It shows," she told me. "I
do the same, which is another reason that I prefer women. I mean,
women usually make sure that their feet look really nice, which a
lot of men don't."
"I know what you mean," I told
her. "Guys don't seem to care that much about their own
feet. I do like guys who have a foot fetish, though, because they
like to worship my feet."
"I'd love to worship your feet!"
She blurted out. "When I saw your soles in this position, they drove me crazy!"
She added while getting into the position herself to illustrate what she
meant, and then switching to show the sole of her other foot.
...
Author's note: "The pics above were sent to me by a male
friend who knows about my fetish for women's feet."
"They are?" She asked with a hopeful smile. "Do you have a foot fetish like me, or are you just being nice?"
"I do have a foot fetish," I answered. "I've had one for as long as I can remember."
"Me too," she told me. "It
seems like I always had one."
It didn't take long for us to decide that both of us wanted to worship each other's feet, but we wanted to do that in private of course, so I invited her over to my house. When I told her that I was going to take a shower, I asked if she wanted to take one, too.
"That would be great," she told me. "I'm kind of a clean freak."
"Me too," I laughed. "A lot of foot fetishists are into worshiping dirty feet, but I'm not one of them."
"Me either," she replied. "Whatever
floats your boat, I suppose, but I'm only into clean feet when I
worship them."
For you dirty feet people, I get it. I like to look at
dirty feet if they're otherwise well care for, but like her, I only
like to worship clean feet.
As it turned out, because she liked how big it is, we
ended up soaking in my Jacuzzi bath tub after we showered together.
Before we hopped into the shower, we enjoyed some edible 420
chocolates, which is another thing that we have in common.
"These are great," she said about the edibles that we enjoyed. "I have the same kind, and I love how horny they make me. They'll be perfect for foot worshiping."
"That's what I was thinking," I told her. "I'm glad you approve."
It was fun, stimulating, and very erotic to clean each other's feet in the tub, especially while we listened to Barry White tunes. His songs were another thing that we have in common.
The other thing that we have in common is that we like to have our feet tickled, and we like to tickle feet, too. Both of us are pretty ticklish, so we knew that tickling would be part of our foot fetish fun.
We stayed in the tub so long that our soles wrinkled up
more than their natural state. I love wrinkles soles, and so does she.
I also loved that her toes were perfectly pedicured with apple red
toenail polish, which is a favorite color of mine. My toes were
pedicured with the same color, which was yet another thing that we had
in common.
After we got out of the tub, I asked, "May I worship your feet first?"
"If you insist," she giggled.
I asked if she'd be comfortable lying on her stomach, and she told me that she would, so she laid face down on my bed.
I had my way with her feet in every way that I wanted. I kissed, and licked every inch of her soles. I sucked each of her toes. I inserted the top part of each of her feet into my mouth, and then I inserted both of her feet into my mouth at the same time. I also sat on the back of her legs, and tickled both of her soles at the same time.
I loved how she squirmed beneath me while I tickled her soles. I knew what that sensation felt like, so I was happy to give her that pleasure. Tickling her feet made me hornier than I already was, so I ground my soaking wet pussy down against her heels until I climaxed.
That was her cue to have her way with my feet.
"It's my turn," she said to me after telling me how good I was at pleasuring her feet. "I just hope that I can be as good as you are."
She most definitely was!
She basically did to my feet what I had done to hers. I
masturbated myself off to multiple orgasms while she sucked my toes,
and tickled my soles. Like I had done to her, she pressed her sopping
wet pussy down onto my heels until she climaxed multiple times.
"I hope that you'll want to get together
again," I said to her after she had finished a long
session of worshiping, and getting off on my feet.
"Of course I do," she told me. "I can definitely get used to this."
"Me too," I replied.
The next time that we got off on each other's feet, and
worshiped them was in her house. She doesn't have an oversized Jacuzzi
hot tub bath like I do, but she does have a hot tub on her backyard
patio. It's a favorite place for us to relax, and play.
Nobody in our neighborhood knows about our friends with
benefits relationship, which makes me wonder what might be going on
behind closed doors around us. Whatever might be going on, I hope that
it's wonderfully naughty, and fulfilling in every way.
