Flamboyant with Her Toes
(Published on Sunday, April 13, 2003)
This story was submitted anonymously by John.

Her name was Amy.  She was a “bad girl” according to my friend Jim. “Stay away from her, she’s trouble,” Jim told us after he had broken up with her. I always wondered if he just said that so that none of his friends would get with her.

I had met her before, but the first time I was really attracted to her was when she was seeing Jim. She
stopped by our friend’s apartment. She was wearing all black.  Black button up shirt, tight black pants
(sometimes known as sorori-tute pants), black open-toed shoes, and black nails. This matched her dark curly hair and dark features, and contrasted her pale skin.  She was only there for a minute to pick him up, but I remembered her from that night.

I actually had a fling with her friend Meredith before. Meredith had a nice body and was attractive, but she didn’t take care of her toes or feet.  For me, that was fine for a while, but eventually I need more.
I’m a foot man, so naturally my eyes and mind are going to wander to some better feet.

So luck would have it that I was at a party with Amy, and she wasn’t with anyone. Meredith was off
somewhere else, so that was nice. People were all over the house at this party, and I ran into her in an
upstairs bedroom.

“Oh my God, how are you?” She seemed excited to see me.

“Fine, Amy. You? You look good,” I threw in as an innocent compliment.

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” referring to the fact that she wasn’t dressed up too much. She was dressed casually: jeans, white top, but extremely bright red polish on her toes. Also, there was no polish on the
fingernails, which intrigued me. Polish only on the toes suggests to me that they are an important feature
to that girl.

We sat down on a futon in the room and began chatting. Whether she knew it or not, she was a foot tease.
Flipping her foot around as she talked, slapping against the sole of her foot. I kept stealing glances since her feet looked mighty good. She also had a gold anklet, which kept catching my eye. She must have noticed the attention I was paying down there.

“Like my nails? I just did them today.” She smiled and proudly extended her foot out in front of me. I
must have gasped in reaction, so I tried to cover.

“I like the anklet. Very nice.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replied. “Not many guys notice it. I thought you were looking at my toes. I know they’re bright, but I like the color.”

“No, I like them too.” I decided I wanted to stay on the subject of her feet. “It’s a sexy color.”

“Sexy?” She laughed and teased. “You aren’t a foot fetishist, are you?” I could only laugh and blush,
not knowing what to say. She pressed the situation, maybe just for kicks. She kicked her sandal off, and
put her foot several inches from my face. “Suck my toes, then, is that what you want?”

She was joking around, right? Or was she? I couldn’t decide. I knew she was a “bad girl,” but then again, maybe she would freak if I went for it. I decided to play as if I was joking around too.

“Ok, you bad girl,” I teased, “you want me to lick your toes, you naughty girl?” I grabbed her foot and
licked her big toe. She squealed in laughter.

She smiled wickedly and said, “I think you like it. Lick my feet.”

I decided to play it just as she was., “I think that you like it.” Then I more boldly licked her foot. First I licked the top, from her ankle down to her toes. Then I sucked her toes, and licked along the
bottom. All the time she was laughing in pleasure.

She kicked her other shoe off and started rubbing it over my hair and forehead. I continued worshipping
her foot, but careful not to get too much into it.

“Of course I like it, silly, it feels good. I think that you really like it, like, perversely and all. Are you getting a hard-on from this?”  She then traced her foot down my face, then down my arm toward my
crotch. Out of instinct, I caught her foot with my hand before it hit my crotch, which would have revealed my raging hard-on.

She laughed and leaned forward and felt my hard-on with her hands. “I knew it!” she screamed. “You want to lick my feet all over, don’t you, you little perv!”

I couldn’t help but get even more turned on by her teasing. I nodded and continued worshipping her
perfectly painted toes. She rewarded me by rubbing her other foot all over my chest and face.

“Take your pants off,” she said. As I did, she removed hers to reveal hot black thong panties. This
girl didn’t mess around. She took her top off to reveal a matching bra. She began lightly stroking my
cock. “You really like this. Keep going. Lick both my feet.”

I obeyed and licked both of her feet, ankles, and legs up to her knees. She squealed in joy and slowly removed her panties. Soon, I was plunging inside her with my rock-hard cock. With my thrusting, it didn’t take long before I came like a volcano.

As I rested, she got dressed and began to leave. I asked, “Leaving so soon?”

She replied, “Call me. Meredith has my number. You remember her?”

I laughed and immediately made plans to call.