Want to Lick My Feet? Page 3

  I was a little taken aback at this, at the sheer depth of Chris's submission already. I think I could ask him to do anything, and he would do it – and I mean literally anything! I was also taken aback a bit by my own behaviour; at how brazen I was acting, and how much I needed to come now, at the hands (and mouth and tongue) of the ruggedly handsome-looking stranger on his knees before me. I thought about my husband, working hard in his job nearly half way across the city, but I couldn't let those thoughts get in the way now – I needed this release more than any other I've craved in a long, long time!

  "Come a bit closer!" I urged quietly to Chris, as I caressed one side of his face with my right foot, as the left dipped down and traced the shape of his mouth, my smaller toes teasing lazily at the entrance to it, which made him sigh with renewed need.

  He did as I asked, shuffling forward on his knees until he was maybe a foot (please excuse the pun) closer than before, which made it much easier on my legs, and encouraged them to drift comfortably apart again, blatantly showing off my crotch to him once more.

  His eyes lit up as my knickers came into view again, the whole of the gusset completely sodden now. While Chris just stared at it, and enjoyed the toes of both feet caressing and nudging at his lips, I told him exactly why that was.

  "While you were busy serving that young woman just then…"

  I paused here for effect while tracing a solitary finger up along the length of a lower leg, up over the soft curve of my knee, and then further still to the garter belt, which I twirled and messed with playfully.

  "…I was thinking of you…"

  His cock twitched between his legs.

  "…Thinking of your lips kissing my feet…"

  A low moan accompanied the next twitch of his shaft, atop which a glistening bead of translucent white appeared.

  "…And licking my toes … and deep between them too…"

  He gulped, and I could see his fingers were just itching to drift down to his manhood to pull on it for a bit, but I wouldn't allow that.

  "…And do you know what else I was doing?"

  His face reddened, and he shook his head every so slightly.

  "No?" I queried again.

  He shook his head once more, only more discreetly this time, as his breaths started to really waft across the underside of my feet, the soft warm air caressing them, and stimulating them, which in turn made me feel even more excited.

  "I was touching myself…" I replied finally.

  He let out another stuttered moan.

  "…Fingering myself through my knickers." I brought my hand to my sex and did it again, to illustrate. "Sliding my finger up and down my pussy lips like this … up and down … nice and slow and firm." I sighed under my breath as I did this, as my fingers became slicked with my own stickiness.

  "Oh fuck!" he moaned.

  "See how engorged my pussy lips are now, Chris, and see how my early juices are flowing nicely, causing all the lovely wetness to build up."

  He nodded, and without being told to, poked his tongue out, his fleshy digit sinking between the deep sweat-moist gap between the two biggest toes on my right foot, which caused me to sigh inside again.

  "It won't take much more for me to come, don’t you agree … just from looking at how wet I am?"

  His mouth looked as though it was trying to form a word, but nothing came out.

  "But I don't want to finger myself there," I sighed, shaking my head. "And I'm sorry to say that you're cock isn't going to come anywhere near my pussy either, even though I'm feeling so incredibly horny right now."

  The cock between Chris's legs lurched right up when I said this, probably from the image in his head of his shaft sinking into the sopping wet slit of my sex, pressing his cockhead deep inside my accommodating pussy, until he was buried inside me, right in up to the hilt. No doubt he'd love to do that, I thought, and then maybe fire a second load of spunk up there too for good measure – but that wasn't happening – that was way too far down the cheating road for me!

  "No I want you to do it with just your mouth on my feet," I explained, "using your kissing, caressing lips and your lovely licking tongue."

  "I want to!" he gushed quickly, as if desperate to get started. His cock lurched strongly upwards in agreement, as the sticky bead on the tip grew too big, and it started to dribble back down his head. I watched it for a moment, bubbling with pride that it was me that had made him so aroused again, and excited at the prospect of him feeding his fetish on my feet.

  "So which one do you want first?" I asked then, as I cycled my feet slowly in front of his face, taking the toes of each foot within maybe an inch of his eager mouth each time, which got his eyes darting side to side as he tried to choose, while down between his legs I saw his cock was bobbing constantly, in time with the beat of his heart and the blood pumping through his veins.

  "This one?" I teased, pausing my right foot in front of his gaze, and wiggling my toes cutely and simply, "or this one?" I twisted my other foot in different directions for him, right under his nose, to give him a selection of views of my sexy heel, my high curved arch, and the smooth, elegant hollow of my instep, and of course my toes too, which I flexed and twisted outwards, tempting him with the four sweet, sexy grooves between them. And then I went back to cycling them again, making it tricky for him.

  "Which one is it going to be first, Chris?" I asked rather dramatically, as if this were an important choice for him – which maybe deep down it actually was.

  Slowly he lifted his hands towards my gently arcing feet, and then in a sudden movement, he trapped my left inside them – not roughly, but tenderly – using just enough firmness to stay its movement.

  The decision made, I let my right foot drift down again, letting it come to rest upon the kneeling thigh beneath it – but that was it! There was no stroking or caressing or teasing with it, I just let its weight rest down on it, like his thigh was a footrest on an old school desk, just letting it sit there for my own comfort and relaxation.

  But inside I didn't feel relaxed – I felt excited, and exhilarated, and eager for the next contact of his mouth on my left foot. Butterflies were flitting constantly in my belly, and I felt a sudden throbbing heat in my crotch as I anticipated it. Without totally realising what I was doing, I slid further down still on the seating, until my bum was practically lying across the front of it, but with my back still elevated on my coat a touch, so I could see him: his nice-looking cock, his shaking hands, and his face, which looked totally enraptured by the prospect of what was to come. Of course in this contracted position, with my right leg down and tilted out, and with my left lifted right up, I presented him with the best view yet of my crotch, which was pulsating now with a fiery heat that needed quenching. Without even looking down there I could feel I was more wet then ever; I could feel how sticky my gusset was, and how tightly it was stretched across my heavily swollen lips. In a way I could see it clearly through Chris's eyes too, during the occasional glances down there, when he could spare a second from staring at my left foot, which he was desperate to pleasure now. But I wanted to keep it slow, so my come built nice and strong. The front door of the shop was locked, and so we could take as long as we needed.

  "I want you to start by kissing it!" I instructed softly, pushing my foot within easy reach of his mouth, taking his lightly gripping hands with me, "wherever you want!"

  Excitement ignited in his eyes, and he flashed his tongue across his lips, on hearing this. Then he carefully tilted my foot upwards, until the toes were pointed straight towards the faded tiles on Geri's ceiling. My heart beat hard in my chest as he leaned his face towards my foot, taking his sweet time about it, which I couldn't help but admire – even though it probably wasn't to tease me, but to draw it out for himself! And then my whole body tensed, and I felt a sudden overwhelming rush of arousal, as he pressed his lips to the soft sole of my foot; the sole that was still maybe a little sweaty from my marching around the meeting room earlier, and fro
m traipsing around the shops. But Chris didn't seem to care; he pressed his lips tight to the tender flesh anyway, properly kissing it as he would a pair of woman's lips – with a lover's kiss – an intimate and caring kiss! The fact that it was on the underside of my foot making it no less considerate or giving.

  "Very nice," I complemented quietly and calmly, but inside hugely grateful for the contact, which sent a shiver of lust rebounding around my body. "More like that will be ok."

  He did just that, kissing from just below the ball of my foot, where the skin was oh so soft and sensitive, all the way down the length of my inner arch, moving only half-an-inch at a time, wonderfully overlapping his kisses, until I felt a line of persistent warmth and wetness there. I moaned softly as he continued this, and I squirmed a little on Geri's seating, becoming more and more aware of the wetness and the heat between my legs.

  "Mmmm, that's very nice too," I sighed, as he kissed the final distance to the heel, which he licked around at first, before closing his lips around the whole of it, looking to all intents and purposes as if he was about to bite into an apple! What he had in his mouth he liked as much as that, it was clear, when he started sucking around my heel, really applying some suction to it, before changing to more kisses. But these were much firmer, real smackers almost, as he twisted his lips and his mouth around the bulbous shape of it, attacking it from different directions, all of which made me start to melt, and feel like jelly inside. I desperately wanted to reach a hand down between my legs to finish myself off – it wouldn't take many strokes along the lips of my pussy with my fingertips to take me there – but I stopped myself, and took a tight grip on the edge of the seating to try and keep my hands distracted.

  I looked up at Chris. He was in love with what he was doing – from the look in his eyes I could see it was just him and my foot that mattered at this very moment. And then I drew in a sharp intake of breath as he clamped his lips around my heel again, and then used his teeth on me – fake-biting I guess you could say – drawing and clamping his teeth around the firmer flesh there, the sounds escaping his lips making him sound a little ravenous, which sounded and felt amazing.

  "My toes now … I think!" I tried to sound commanding, but the words stuck in my throat somewhat, coming out sounding slightly pathetic and raspy.

  But Chris complied without hesitation. Out of the corner of my eye I could see how wet the tip of his cock was now, and how stiff his shaft was. I had an urgent desire to push my spare foot against it, and rub him a little, but stopped myself, because this was most definitely my turn!

  I squirmed some more on the seat as he started licking down the shorter outside arch of my foot, just a long drawn-out lick along the full length of it, until his tongue skipped across the underside of my little toe, and then clear of it.

  "Would you like to suck them for a bit now?" I asked of my toes, even though deep down that is what I wanted and needed!

  The shoe repair guy on his knees before me, and with his cock out on full show, nodded. There was a growing hunger in his eyes now, and such huge excitement too. I wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before he came again, shooting his second load all over the thick-piled green carpet beneath us; what a mess that would make. It would take him maybe half an hour to clean that up, I considered.

  "Well go on then!" I sighed, sounding a little impatient that he hadn't already begun, which I was!

  Being as gentle as ever with his hands he eased my foot down a few inches, then angled my foot out, so it was pointing more towards his face. Then he puckered up his lips and leaned in towards my toes.

  "Yesss, that's very good," I sighed as his pursed lips slipped around my middle toe, and he started sucking gently on it. The warmth, the subtle wetness, and the tender pressure of his lips around it felt absolutely wondrous, and most undeniably horny too. The more he bobbed his lips up and down it, the more heat pulsed deep between my legs.

  "Now a different one maybe?" I suggested coolly, my eyes locked to his.

  In a completely seamless motion, he slipped his lips from my middle toe and pressed them tight around the smallest, my pinkie, which drew another discreet sigh from my lips. Because it was short, he didn't bob on it really, but instead sort of suckled around it, really working his lips, and then seconds later slithering his tongue across the underside of it, which made my crotch buck instinctively.

  "And another!?" I urged then, part order, part needy request.

  But Chris surprised me, as he pulled back and slipped his lips around both my smallest toes, sucking them both as one.

  "Cheeky!" I observed, as I just let him keep pleasuring my feet, and getting off on it himself at the same time.

  And then I let my guard down; releasing a noticeable moan of appreciation when he slipped his tongue between my toes and started feather-flicking it up and down, which felt amazing. My pulse was really racing now, and my head starting to swim, as my arousal just grew and grew.

  After a similar amount of time sucking on those two he switched to my second toe, the longest one, right next to my biggie. This one has always been arousing when I've had my toes sucked before, because the length allows a really deep bobbing action from the man (and once from a woman too – but that's a whole other story).

  Clearly Chris liked sucking this toe too, as he started to moan slightly as his lips slipped back and fore along it, and he really sucked and slurped around every bump and hollow of it as he did, gleaning almost immeasurable pleasure from it in doing so.

  "You sure enjoy sucking on a woman's toe, don't you, Chris."

  He just nodded subtly, so as not to disturb the wonderful rhythm of his lips on me.

  "And I like what you're doing too," I confessed, as the muscles in my legs started to twitch and spasm slightly through my arousal. "Much more of this and I'm going to cream my knickers … right in front of you!"

  He moaned again, only louder this time. And I felt a subtle increase in the pressure of his lips around my toe, together with a quickening of their movement along its length.

  "I love you worshipping my feet and my toes like this, Chris," I sighed, which drew a few more desperate grunts from his lips, after which he suddenly switched to my big toe, the delight of which caused me to draw in a very sharp intake of breath. "Especially when you suck on this one! Mmmm, that is really good … sucking … sucking … sucking!"

  He let out a desperate whimper at this, and I saw his cock lurch steeply upwards, a shift in angle that was punctuated by a big fresh bead of glistening wetness at his tip.

  "You're not going to come again too soon are you, Chris?" I challenged.

  He shook his head in desperate denial at the very idea, as he started really fucking his lips down over the big bulbous toe in his mouth.

  "Because you know it's my … turn next!"

  He knew! And I knew it wouldn't be that far from now either. Having my toes sucked again after so long was proving to be an almost overwhelming experience. Yes sex with my husband was great, but this was different. This taps into some deep kink I must have had from a long time ago, maybe even from birth, just like Chris, and Dougie.

  And then I wobbled slightly when Chris slipped my big toe from his mouth, dropped that foot down to sit on the 'footrest' of his other kneeling thigh, then pulled my right foot up to his mouth. The split second it was there he was sucking on my toes again; his bobbing, clutching lips pleasuring each of them in turn – not waiting any more for any instruction from me, just doing whatever his inner desires programmed him to do. He was lost in passion now, becoming totally overwhelmed at having a lovely pair of feet like mine to dote on, and to openly and lovingly kiss and caress. And he could definitely do that – he could do whatever he liked in my eyes, because everything he was doing now stimulated me, and aroused me, and drew me closer to my climax.

  "Don't stop now!" I part-begged – even though I knew full well that he wasn't very likely to do that. I slithered a hand along one of my sexy, lithe legs, where I starte
d to toy again with my sexy, frilly garter belt, twisting my finger around and around it, and then tugging on it, pulling it wide of my milky white flesh – holding on to it for succor almost, as my arousal and my emotions started to really swirl, and my mind was almost completely taken over by lust. And all of this brought on by Chris's wonderful mouth against the soft flesh of my feet: loving them, pleasuring them, making them glow with sensation and the sticky wetness of intimate contact.

  "I'm going to … come … soon!" I gasped, throwing my head right back onto my bunched up coat, losing sight of him for a moment as I completely surrendered to the sensations taking my body. Now, every single suck of his lips around my toes sent a jolt of excitement straight to my brain, and at the very same time fired it down the length of my sexy legs to my pussy, which shuddered powerfully as it received it.

  "Going to cream myself … any … second … now!" I grunted, as incessant heat throbbed and pulsed in my pussy, and it started to convulse and jerk almost uncontrollably, as my head flailed side to side, and my whole body jerked and twisted and arched around on my coat, pushing my breasts out hard against my pristine blouse, threatening to pop the buttons clean off it any second, and giving Chris a sneaky peek through the gaps of my delicate lacy bra beneath.

  But I doubted he even saw it, his whole attention focussed on my right foot, as he flashed his tongue through the gaps in my toes, really reaming them out with the warm, fleshy digit, and getting a proper taste of me in there.

  And then my knicker-sopping-pussy bucked hard against the seating when he started licking with wild abandon at the sole of my foot, pressing incredibly hard with his tongue, really slurping along the tender, sensitive flesh there in all directions, fully tasting me.

  "Don't … stop!" I cried again.

  He didn't stop – he was relentless! He twisted my foot to the side and licked right along the inside of it, before flashing his tongue across the heel a half-dozen times, then kissing quickly down the outside.

  "Oh fuck!" I shrieked then, when he started practically attacking my toes with his mouth, alternately sucking and slurping wetly at groups of them, and then single ones, keeping me guessing all the time as to which he'd pleasure next. And then he started twisting and slaloming his tongue through the gaps between my toes, shoving his spit-dripping tongue deep inside them, and then licking over and under the next toe, until they were all soaked in wetness and warmth, a wetness and warmth that transferred straight to my throbbing, sticky pussy, only magnified many times over.