Loading...I recall the exact moment when I realised that my friend John’s girlfriend, who’s name is Emma, had fantastic, sexy little feet. We were out shopping; we being myself, Jim Hodges and a few others. Those being John, Emma and my girlfriend at the time, Joanna. Joanna and I finished that very night to be honest, but she’s not really an integral part of the story anyway.
But back to the moment in question. We were in a shoe shop as Emma had decided suddenly that she didn’t have enough shoes and she needed more. After ten or so minutes of tirelessly searching through the shop, checking out every single pair, she settled on a pair of red, opened toed stilettos, which had about a 5 inch heel. I knew she liked to wear high shoes because she was only quite small and heels made her look bigger.
It just so happened that she sat down next to me and removed the trainers that she was wearing, leaving her only in a pair of little pink socks with love hearts on. Now at this point, I was only just beginning to think that her feet were pretty; it was when she removed the little socks that I realised they were the most beautiful feet I had ever laid eyes on. I had always had a thing for feet, but had never at that point had a chance to act out any of my fantasies about them. But seeing Emma’s delightful bare feet within touching distance got my cock’s attention immediately. They were so dainty and tiny, with cute little toes. Lovely and curvy with beautiful high arches. They looked so delightfully smooth that I had to fight the temptation to reach down and stroke them. Instead I had to readjust my sitting position to ensure that my erection was not becoming obvious.
She looked so wonderfully sexy in the shoes too, even with just the jeans and t-shirt that she wore with them. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t my girlfriend. Needless to say I masturbated that night as soon as I got in, over the image of Emma’s sexy, bare feet. Joanna was the last thing on my mind, which is probably why, when she phoned me to ask if I felt like doing anything later; I told her I didn’t think we should see each other anymore.
Now you may be asking what part her boyfriend plays in all of this; well, John was my friend and everything, but to be honest, he wasn’t exactly the most loving and caring boyfriend in the world. Whether or not that gave me licence to eventually fuck his girlfriend behind his back or not is not for me to decide, I’m just telling the story. But one thing is for sure, if he were a better boyfriend, none of it would ever have happened. It was his fault really that made us start talking properly in the first place.
Me and a group of friends, John and Emma included, had been out in the town for a night drinking and having a laugh. At the end of the night, myself and the two people in question began walking home. We all lived in the same area and it was only a half hour walk or so from town; we were all walking along and chatting when Emma and John began to argue. I don’t recall exactly what it was about to be honest, but I do know that John got really pissed off for literally no reason at all and ended up stalking off on his own, leaving me alone with his girlfriend; who, just happened to be wearing the same shoes that she had bought a few weeks previously. That night I had noticed she was looking spectacular.
She was only quite a petit framed girl, she had long, naturally curly reddish, blonde hair which fell around her pretty face. Her body was sexy too, with small, yet pert breasts which defiantly stuck out and a nice small ass with lovely, smooth legs and as previously mentioned, fantastically sexy feet. Tonight she wore a red, silky halter top, which showed off what little cleavage she had . She had on a black miniskirt and a pair of gorgeous, whalenet tights. I loved the way her sexy little feet looked in them. The black stocking material criss-crossed all over their surface and her sexy little toes poked through bare.
I told Emma there was no way I was letting her walk home alone at three in the morning and she eventually gave in and allowed me to walk her home, even though it was quite a bit out of my way. We chatted and got along really well; Emma apologised to me for having to be a witness to the argument and told me that John was frequently like that with her. She told me that he treated her like shit most of the time and she didn’t know why she was with him at times. And I, being the good friend like I tried to convince myself I was, stuck up for him for some stupid reason. Told her what a good guy he could be and that she just had to give him a chance.
Despite that, however, myself and Emma grew closer and closer over the following days and weeks; she got my email address and we emailed quite a lot and talked over the instant messaging service. I tried to tell myself to back off from my mate’s girl, because that was just not on, but not matter what I tried to tell myself, I couldn’t stop myself from growing closer to her. That may sound like bullshit, but it truly was difficult, she had the most wonderful personality; she was kind, funny and sexy without even trying.
Our relationship took the next step about a month or so after the argument on the way home from town. We were at a friend’s house to watch a few movies and have a few drinks. Somebody had brought some harder drugs around though. Now although I have been known to use marijuana on occasion, when the coke comes out I want none of it. Emma shared the same sentiments as me. So while the rest of the guests were in the front room doing lines, I found myself sharing the big comfy sofa in the conservatory with Emma all alone; half watching television. We chatted for a while and then for no reason at all, Emma swung her legs up on the sofa so she was in a laying position, her feet rested on my thighs. I shrugged it off, it was a common way for friends to sit and we continued to chat. However, Emma complained that her feet were aching and kindly asked me if I would massage them while we chatted. My throat dried up and I managed to choke out a response of compliance. My hands shaking slightly as I took her delicate feet and began to gently massage them.
I realised with each passing moment how my cock was stirring to life in my jeans as I continued to massage her gorgeous bare feet, the feeling of her soft soles driving me wild. What made it even worse were her soft whimpers of satisfaction as I rubbed her aching feet. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I know that the atmosphere became decidedly steamy in the conservatory as I began to rub her feet in a more sensual way. I couldn’t help myself, I knew that another guest might walk in at any moment and instantly report what they saw to a coked up John, but I found myself lifting her right foot to my mouth and parting my lips before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking gently on it.
She opened her eyes at this in mild shock and for a moment I knew in my heart that she would pull away and never speak to me again. Much to my surprise however, her mouth parted in a little ‘o’ and she let out the softest moan which sent shivers of electricity through me, before she closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy my pampering of her feet.
I found her other foot resting more comfortably against my towering erection which I no longer attempted to hide; we both knew it was there. As I began to softly suck each of her toes in turn I felt her foot moving softly against my penis, her big toe, softly and casually massaging it’s swollen head. We both somehow knew what was happening and when I slowly placed her other foot on my crotch and unzipped my fly to allow my penis to spring free, she wasted no time in wrapping her dainty little feet around it. Circling it with the warmth from her soles. I placed my hands on her feet and slowly I began to move her soles up and down my length, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through me.
Together we began to work her feet up and down my length, bringing my orgasm closer and closer to the fore. We both knew that at any time someone could walk in, but we were past caring. My cock leaked precum which dribbled down my shaft and onto her wonderful, tender feet. She got faster and faster, no longer requiring the aid of my hands to massage my member.
I recall wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me as I peaked and began to squirt my ejaculate out, which flew in the air. Some coated the cushions of the sofa, most however found her feet, which soon became coated with my sticky white fluid. Finally spent, an almost instantaneous spark of guilt hit me and I do believe Emma as well. We immediately jumped to our feet and cleared up the mess around us in silence, both unable to look each other in the eyes. She pulled a wad of tissue from her bag and cleaned my ejaculate from her feet, before she stood; looked at me, hurriedly apologised and then left the room. Needless to say, I felt like a royal shit and struggled to sleep for at least a week. Sure, John was a dick with her, but he didn’t need this.
We didn’t speak again for almost three weeks, and even when we did our conversation was strained as we desperately skirted around the subject of John. I figured that I’d probably ruined our friendship forever that night in the conservatory. The next time we actually saw each other face to face, as opposed to talking over the internet, was at another party thrown this time, by a different friend. As soon as I entered the house that night I saw Emma and John kissing on the sofa. When Emma glanced my way, she gave me a kind of guilty look and then resumed kissing him. I decided that I needed to be very drunk. I think I downed about a full bottle of Jack Daniels in less than an hour without any mixer to dilute the taste. My memories of the majority of the night are pretty vague; only two really stand clear. The first was when I managed to grab an equally drunk Emma for a long chat away from prying eyes. The second was what happened later in the night.
Back to the chat we had though; we talked about a lot of things, avoiding what had happened between us for a long while before Emma eventually brought it up. She said it had been driving her wild because she was falling for me, but knew she couldn’t have me. Things were just too difficult. I sadly agreed and said that we shouldn’t do anything else as it was too dangerous and we were stupid for doing what we had done before. We hugged a lot and apologised to each other for not finding a way through it. That talk should have finished things off between me and her, and it probably would have if John hadn’t got so pissed that night.
He had been steadily drinking Vodka for around five hours when he started a pointless argument with Emma in the front room of the house; in view of around fifteen spectators. Most stood and left the room as John mouthed off to Emma telling her how much she pissed him off sometimes; some stayed to watch. And a more stupid few, myself included tried to tell John to shut up. We got a mouthful for that, but I noticed Emma throw me a thankful look afterwards.
The fight stopped in a sense when John had finished the second bottle of Vodka he had brought with him and passed out where he lay on the sofa. Emma still softly crying next to him; but I still couldn’t go comfort her as there were other people still in the room. Finally, the others dropped off to sleep either through drink or tiredness and I whispered in the darkness for Emma to come sit next to me on the sofa where I sat. She came and allowed herself to fold into my arms when I gave her a big hug; she cried softly for a while and we sat there in silence.
After a while I felt her head shifting in positions and the softest touch of her hand on my cheek turning my face towards hers where our lips met in the softest of kisses. I tried gently to break away, knowing that it was wrong, but she pulled me in more needily and kissed me harder. Her tongue slid out and into my mouth, delicately exploring. I responded equally, caught up in the moment as I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her in closer, feeling her pert breasts pushing into my chest. Eventually the kiss broke and Emma pulled away. She apologised and told me that she hadn’t meant to do anything and that she was felling lonely and unloved. I pulled her back in for a longer and more lingering kiss, this time letting my hands wander to her breasts, where I softly massaged them through the thin material of her top. I felt she was bra-less and so began to undo the buttons of the shirt so I could gain access with my hands. She responded by placing her hand on my crotch and stroking the bulge in my trousers as her tongue danced around in my mouth.
As I fingered her tiny nipples I felt them stiffen and grow in my hands; Emma let out a soft moan with the cool sensation of my fingers. ‘Go further down’ She whispered softly in my ears. Now I know she meant with my fingers, but I just couldn’t help myself; I had to taste her. I pulled away from her softly and instructed her to sit back on the sofa. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone I manoeuvred myself into a kneeling position before her. I wasted no time in moving my face closer into her delightful, bare legs. She was wearing a medium length blue skirt and bare legs beneath. I could only see the bare minimum of detail in the darkness, but I found her thighs and began to kiss the insides of them, pushing her skirt up slowly as I moved my head up. She whimpered softly in anticipation and I could smell her delightful sex before I even reached her mound.
I felt the heat radiating from within her panties as I finally reached them, rubbing my nose gently up and down her slit. I began to tease her pussy through the thin material of her panties, using my finger to gently massage her clitoris while I trailed my tongue up and down the outline of her pussy lips. She placed her hands on the back of my head and softly began to urge me on by pressing down on the back of my head. Still I continued to tease her as she continued to grow wetter, her panties becoming damper and damper with the moisture she radiated from within. I pushed my tongue softly past her lips and slightly into the confines of her pussy, still with the material between my tongue and her pink flesh.
This triggered a mini orgasm from her and she shook softly, moaning quite loudly in the process. ‘Oh God, do it properly pleeeaseeee!’ She begged softly as I finally parted her underwear and slid just one finger inside of her tight, wet pussy. Her scent was overpowering and it filled my senses, driving my cock wild. So sensual and full of lust. Her pussy was so tight that at first, I struggled to fit another finger inside of her, despite her lubrication. At the feeling of two fingers inside her, she moaned out loudly enough to wake someone. Hopefully it didn’t, but I never found out otherwise.
Gently I began to massage her swollen clitoris with my tongue, noticing for the first time that her vagina was shaved bare. I was finally able to taste her musky juices as I slid my tongue down and into her flesh. Her slightly salty taste drove me wild and I began to circle the tip of my tongue around her clitoris as I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her. Her breathing became ragged as she lifted her legs to part her pussy more and placed her bare feet on my shoulders. This gave me the ability to slide another finger inside her fleshy confines, her moan this time was one of deep pleasure and it was loud alright. I thank god to this day that everyone was so drunk that night, because Emma sure could moan.
She dug her toes into my shoulder blades and tried to pull me even closer in to her pussy which was now so wet juices actually flowed from her. I removed my fingers from her pussy and decided to finish her off with my tongue. I began massaging her clit with my thumb while I pushed my tongue as deep inside of her as I could, tasting her wonderful love juices fully. She moaned constantly now as I fucked her with my tongue, faster and faster until I felt her body began to tremble and she now dug her heels into my back and pulled me closer in, mashing my nose up against her clit as she shook violently from the force of her orgasm. Her juices coated my face and dribbled down my chin. I myself nearly came from the excitement of it all, but managed just to hold on.
She moaned and wailed through it all, still not a soul stirred in the room to my knowledge. When she had finally finished coming she seemed to collapse back into the sofa, her legs resting on my shoulders. I gently moved myself away and positioned her petite, sleeping frame into a laying position on the sofa. I myself lay down on the cushioned floor in front of the sofa and, despite still nursing a raging hard on, found myself drifting off into a deep sleep.
When I awoke the next day, I found that I had slept quite late. I quickly discovered that Emma had awoken earlier and left before any of the other guests, her own boyfriend included. Everybody put it down to the argument that they had subjected everyone to the previous night, but I knew different. I didn’t hear from Emma again until a week later when a group of us decided to go out for a meal and then to the pictures. We chose an Italian restaurant and when I arrived, I noticed that Emma and John were already there, sat next to each other at the table. I found myself sitting directly opposite from Emma, but was unable to try to make eye contact with her for fear of suspicion. So I made conversation with everyone and ordered my food, pretending that everything was normal. What happened after our started course had been taken from us was completely unexpected.
I felt something brush up against my leg under the table and at first didn’t notice it. When I felt the touch of gentle toes running up the inside of my leg I coughed up some of the Cola I was drinking. I remember that John asked if everything was okay and for the most surreal of moments I almost blurted out that his girlfriend’s sexy foot was working it’s way slowly to my growing erection.
Now, Emma was only a small girl and across the table with her legs stretched out fully, her feet stopped a little short of my crotch. Still without glancing in her direction, I scooted my chair closer in to the table, noticing from the corner of my eye that she did similarly. Now I found that she was just able to reach the bulge in my trousers with both her pretty little feet. Softly she began to tease me with her wonderful toes, not in any rush whatsoever. I found myself begin to enjoy the massaging feeling on the head of my penis. They didn’t feel like they were bare; I figured that she was wearing a pair of socks or something. I hadn’t noticed earlier as she had been already sat at the table when I had arrived at the restaurant.
In the meanwhile, our main course was delivered and Emma stopped massaging me for a while in order to eat her food; much to my dismay. Yet, as soon as she had finished, I felt her feet finding my crotch once again and I immediately rose to the occasion. This time, she was serious; I felt her toes working the zipper of my trousers down, before she worked her foot into my pants. The feel of her soft, stockinged toes against my penis made me flush with delight.
I felt myself flushing, and when one of my friend’s pointed it out, I had to make up an excuse about the heat in the restaurant. Emma in the meantime, had worked my penis free from it’s restraints and it was now out in the open. I was so grateful at the time that the restaurant had full length tablecloths so that nobody could see what was going on under there. I found the feel of her feet in a pair of thin, cotton socks very enjoyable; there was something about the friction that sent hot, pulsing sensations through my entire body.
She was wasting no time; she began to work the soles of her feet up and down the length of my shaft, gripping my member like a vice. For the first time that evening, I found myself look up at her face. I met her eyes and found that they were full of lust. She lifted a finger to her lips and softly licked it in a move that to anyone else at the table not watching what was going on, would have looked quite normal. To anyone looking a little deeper they would have realised immediately that something was going on. Luckily for us, nobody looked at Emma in that instant other than me. It was that one move that brought my orgasm on. I felt the cum racing up my shaft and luckily, Emma realised just in time to place her feet at the tip of my penis.
Now, ejaculating in front of a group of your close friends and trying to act as if nothing is happening is probably one of the hardest things to do and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. I actually had to respond to a question from one of my friends as my ejaculate spurted from the tip of my penis and coated Emma’s sexy little feet. She giggled out loud at the feeling of my warm cum oozing through the material of her socks. I’m very surprised no-one noticed what was really happening. My face was flushed, she was giggling, and I was still ejaculating on her feet.
When asked what was so funny, she replied that she was thinking about a joke someone had told her earlier; I think we just about managed to get away with it. Finally, I stopped coming and felt my penis go limp. Emma’s cum drenched, stockinged feet moved away and I reached under the table and placed my penis back into my trousers; trying to be inconspicuous. Shortly after, Emma stood from the table and went to the toilet. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing jeans and a pair of sneakers. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself as I watched her attempt to walk as normal as possible towards the restroom.
She was gone for quite a while and when she returned she seemed to be walking more normally; I guessed, quite correctly, that she had removed her socks and left them in the toilet. She also appeared rather flushed, but I didn’t realise why until we were outside the restaurant and I felt her slyly slide something into my back pocket. I didn’t dare check to see what it was until I was safely at home later that night. I found, when I emptied my pocket, a damp pair of panties that were filled with her delightful scent, and a note also. I raised her panties to my nose and inhaled her scent, feeling my cock stiffen as I did so; then I read the note. It said
Dear Jim,
I am writing this from the bathroom stall in the restaurant where I have
just masturbated furiously over what happened at the table. Words cannot describe
how I have felt since you pleasured me at the party last week; your wonderful
tongue did things to me that I have only ever fantasized about. And your
appreciation for my feet is something I have never known before.
Know how wet you make me when you feel the crotch of my damp thong. I
know you feel the same for me. Come round to my house at 2pm tomorrow and we
will satisfy both our needs.
Yours
Emma x
After reading the note, I once again lifted her musky thong to my face and filled my head with her scent before laying back and falling into a deep sleep; my last thoughts on Emma and what would happen the next day.
I woke early the next day, ate breakfast, showered and dressed. Everything was done by ten in the morning and I found that after that I was unable to concentrate on anything. The clock seemed to have stopped and all I could think about was Emma. My pulse raced constantly and thoughts of what would happen at her house filled my head. Eventually, after the longest two and a half hours ever, I left my house and made my way over to Emma’s. After a period of last minute hesitation, I plucked up the courage to knock on the front door. I dreaded that one of her parents may answer it and I wouldn’t know how to react to that.
Luckily however, when I heard the soft patter of feet on the other side of the door and the door itself opened; Emma was stood there before me. Her beautiful strawberry blonde hair was done up in curls and fell in bundles down past her shoulder. The little make up she wore accentuated her perfect face. Past that all she wore that was visible to me was an oversized faux-fur coat that must belong to someone a lot bigger than her because it covered the entirety of her petite frame; all except her feet. I immediately recognized the spiked, open toed stilettos that she wore. They were the red ones that she had bought in the shoe shop that had first caught my eye about her; her feet were further complemented by the red, fishnet stockings that she wore also.
‘Wow’ was about all that I could manage to say in reaction. And that was just to the way her face and feet looked.
‘Wait until you see the rest of me.’ She said softly in a sensuous, sexy tone that I’d not heard from her until then. My dick was already straining to be freed. She invited me in and closed the door behind us. It didn’t seem like her parents were home as the house sounded empty. Emma began climbing the stairs, motioning for me to follow, allowing the collar of her fur coat to slide slightly down her back revealing her naked neckline and upper back. She led me to her bedroom and told me to sit down on the bed. I did as instructed and sat down with growing enthusiasm as she began to tease me with a sexy little strip-tease.
She stood to full height and parted her legs to allow the bottom of the coat to come apart which gave me a glimpse of some more of the red fishnet material which ran up her legs. From the little glimpse I caught they seemed to stop just above the knee and I imagined there to be bare, silky thigh all the way up. She then closed her legs again and lifted her fingers to her right shoulder where she began to tease the material of her coat down her arm, revealing yet more of her bare, smooth flesh. She stopped just above the cleavage and quickly whipped it back up.
The next thing she did was lift her right foot up and place it on the bed between my parted legs just close enough so that her toes were touching the bulge in my trousers in the lightest fashion. She leaned her sexy little face in real close mine, our lips barely apart as she stared deep into my eyes. She moved her hands down to her feet and began to undo the buckle on her high heels; she wiggled her dainty little toes as she did so, causing tiny little vibrations on my shaft. She uttered a soft moan as she took her little foot from the shoe and rested it on my member which nearly sent me over the edge. I felt precum oozing from the head of my penis. She placed her stockinged foot back on the floor and repeated the process with her left foot; again I had to fight from exploding when she rested the ball of her foot on my aching member.
Not moving from her position, with her left foot ever so softly massaging me through my jeans she slid herself out of the faux-fur coat and tossed it into a corner. She looked absolutely breathtaking as she eventually backed away and stood on two feet again in all her glory. She wore the most wonderfully sexy netted corset which was red like her stockings. Her pert, bra-less breasts sat perfectly just above the material; her pink nipples puffed and erect with anticipation. Her thong also matched, her hairless pussy just visible through the material which clung to her moistened lips. But it was the way her legs looked in the half length fishnet stockings that she wore that caught my attention more than anything. How could somebody so beautiful be lumbered with a boyfriend like John?
Her face still mere millimetres from my own she snaked her tongue out from between her lips and seductively moistened her lips; meanwhile her hands moved to my crotch where she deftly unbuckled my jeans and allowed my aching member to spring gratefully free. She moved from her position and told me to lift my ass from the bed so that she could take down my jeans and boxers. I did as I was told and pretty soon I was naked from the waist down, my raging hard on desperate for release; still she didn’t touch it, but instead told me to take off my shirt and lay back on the bed. I did as I was bid and was then fully naked in front of her.
She mounted the bed also and placing her knees at either side of my hips she bent over and pushed her face up real close to mine, where finally our lips met in a passionate kiss; our tongues wildly exploring the other’s mouth. She sat back slightly while we kissed allowing the tip of my cock to slide slightly into her ass crack, which was still covered by the thin material of her thong. While we kissed she began to slide herself gently up and down against the tip of my penis, causing us both to moan softly. I could feel the heat radiating from her tight little pussy as she teased herself with my member. She began to grow more restless, pushing her pussy harder onto my cock; I felt her pussy lips part and my dick slid into her pussy for the first time, but still we were separated by the wet thong that she hadn’t taken off. I moved my hands down to part the material to give myself access to her inner warmth and wetness, but she stopped me on the way down and whispered softly for me to wait.
By this time my dick was oozing precum and I felt like I would explode when I finally got access to her pussy, but still she continued to tease me by only allowing the tip of my cock to enter her. Her moans were growing in volume and frequency and I knew she was approaching climax due to the friction on her clitoris. Her tongue grew more frenzied in my mouth and she placed her hands on the back of my head, pulling me in harder, forcing her tongue deeper down my throat as she attempted to stifle the moans while her body rocked it’s way through a powerful orgasm. My dick slipped further into her soaking wet pussy while she came, nearly ripping the thong she wore. How I managed to prevent myself from ejaculating at that point I have no idea, but I did. Her orgasm slowed to a stop, but she was nowhere near stopping yet. Immediately after she rolled off of me and lay on her back next to me.
‘Now fuck me’ She growled, spreading her legs in the process and moving the thong to the side, showing off her fantastic, tight pussy in all of it’s glory. I needed no further invitation and literally pounced on her; I guided the head of my cock to her pink, velvety opening and pushed my member deep inside of her warm, wet cunt. We both moaned as I felt myself filling her tight pussy with my dick. I looked deep into her beautiful blue eyes as I began to thrust in and out of her; starting off at a fast rate as we both needed satisfaction there and then. She wrapped her silky soft legs around me and pulled me in, begging me to go deeper than physically possible. We moaned each other’s names as I pumped my cock in and out of her lubricated entrance, filling her to my balls with every thrust.
Before long she was screaming and thrashing around beneath me, on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. She begged for me to cum at the same time so I increased my tempo even more to bring my own impending orgasm to the fore. We came simultaneously, the first wave of semen that throbbed it’s way up my shaft sent her over the edge and she began thrashing and bucking wildly; her pussy convulsing around my cock as I pumped wave after wave of my ejaculate deep inside of her. She screamed and moaned as the orgasm continued to surge through her lithe little body, her tiny tits jiggling on her chest just above the netted corset she wore.
Finally, both spent I removed my shrinking cock from her satisfied pussy and collapsed next to her where we kissed softly like lovers and fell asleep together in each other’s arms. When we awoke we did it all over again; we didn’t get out of bed at all for the rest of the day and when we did it was only to take a shower together before returning to the bed for even more fun and games. And even now ten years on her feet still look amazing in that very same pair of red heels.