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Barefoot Island

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Watching the young man hungrily licking and sucking her toes as she lay on the cool floor of the back room of the grocery store, Christy grinned to herself. It was turning out to be a great first week of her holiday.

The boy – he must have been eighteen if he was a day, Christy guessed – was a master adept at lustily worshipping her bare feet. He was an absolute natural, she thought. Far more advanced than she’d ever have expected. Surely the opportunities to hone his exquisite technique were few and far between on this sleepy island where he lived? She watched with glee as his hot Spanish tongue glided back and forth, traversing the sweet wrinkles of her smooth sole down to her bare heel, then up to the tip of her perfect pinky toe which he greedily devoured as deeply into his mouth as he could take it, making her sigh and moan with sheer delight.

Her hips writhed as the growing wetness of her tingling pussy really began to register. Her lack of panties only added to the thrill of her intensifying arousal at the mercy of this young man. She lightly bit and sucked her bottom lip as she felt a warm bead of her juices slowly trickling down between her thighs. It came to rest and lingered naughtily on her asshole, making Christy clench her firm buttocks to relieve the tickle as it lingered, moistening her exposed orifice.

Her nipples throbbed harder and harder beneath the thin material of her summer dress each time the boy ran his tongue in between her toes. She started imagining how amazing that tongue would feel as it flicked her hard nipples. She knew that alone could make her cum right there on the floor of the stockroom.

The young man’s shorts bulged, surging beautifully with every suck and lick and caress of his tongue against Christy’s bare toes. She had her other foot on his hairy left thigh, slowly moving it back and forth from his groin to his knee, making his shorts ride higher and higher up his leg.

He looked down at her with those big, brown Mediterranean eyes, his mouth now stretched wide as he greedily accommodated all five of her toes. She smiled back sexily, letting her mouth drop open as she licked her lips again. She adored the sight of this young, horny Euro stud, his mouth stretched around her toes as he demonstrated his utter devotion to her bare feet. Christy felt the flimsy dress ride higher up her thighs as the boy’s grip on her ankle lifted her leg slightly higher. The cool air of the shop on her wet pussy was joyous! She saw his eyes shift from hers to that neatly-groomed blonde bush between her legs as it was suddenly revealed. The boy sighed, suddenly sucking so much harder than he had been as he focussed on the delectable pink slit on the floor in front of him.

He looked like he was in quite a bit of discomfort, Christy thought, watching his hips buck back and forth as he tongued her pinky toe. His erection begged to be freed from his tight blue shorts. She delighted in the sweet torture of it, but at the same time longed to feel the heat from the boy’s hard cock against her bare soles and on the tips of her toes.

“You can take that out if you want,” Christy said, motioning down to the boy’s constricted dick.

As soon as Christy had spoken, he hurriedly reached down with his left hand and quickly freed his aching cock. He pulled his shorts aside at the top of his thigh, letting it suddenly spring free of the material.

Christy’s heart thudded in her chest when she saw it. It was beautiful; tanned and thick. His foreskin had already rolled back due to his extreme arousal, exposing the fat plum of his glans. There was a bead of the boy’s pre-cum sitting perfectly on its tip. Christy tenderly started caressing that fat cock-head with the toes which had previously been teasing at the hairs on the boy’s leg. His cock was deliciously hot against her naked toes. Making contact with it made her cunt throb and tingle with electric lust. She carefully scooped the sticky bead of the boy’s lubricating pre-cum with her big toe, smearing it slowly and expertly from the tip all the way down his veiny shaft.

The boy gasped. The hot blonde’s toes in his mouth tasted like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life, dirty and gritty though they were. Not to mention her toes stroking his hard cock! Fuck! He thought about the two serious girlfriends he’d had in his life, neither one would ever dream of letting him indulge his incredible lust for beautiful, sexy feet. Certainly not like this. Then, one day, this insanely-fuckable tourist walks into his father’s store barefoot and he literally cannot stop himself. Before he knew what was going on, he’d licked and sucked the dirt from this woman’s perfect bare foot, and was now gazing at the sight of her exposed pussy and asshole as she just lay there grinning at him!

His cock shuddered, suddenly erupting with string after string of his hot, pearly cum. Christy gasped, watching joyfully as the boy ejaculated. She’d gently been stroking and teasing the rim of his glans by sliding her big toe back and forth, not expecting this alone to actually make him climax.

The boy’s beautiful sperm splashed magnificently down onto Christy’s bare right foot. It trickled between each of her toes and ran the entire length of her dirty, wrinkled bare sole down to her heel before dripping messily onto his own thigh.

Christy squished her toes tightly together, squeezing out the pools of cum from each valley of her toe cleavage. It felt unbelievably good; this boy’s warm spunk all over her bare foot.

He was spent. Sweating and panting, he knelt back against the wall, releasing his grip on Christy’s licked clean left foot to catch his breath and watch as she naughtily smeared the rivulets of sticky cum down his leg and onto the floor.

“Mmm, señora!” he gasped, shaking his head almost in disbelief at what had just transpired in the back of his father’s grocery shop, during what should have been siesta time.

“Indeed,” Christy replied, inspecting the cleanliness of her bare left foot. She pulled her ankle towards her with her hands, spreading wide her well-sucked toes as the boy looked on adoringly. His devoted tongue had removed every single grain of dirt from her soft sole and from between her toes.

He was slowly stroking his cock as he gazed at Christy’s now fully-exposed cunt. She grinned, anticipating the sensation of that beautiful cock being slid tightly inside her.

Just as the boy started manoeuvring himself to penetrate her, there was a noise from the shop.

The boy was startled, and he quickly pulled himself to his feet, sliding back into his flip-flops and attempting to disguise his keen erection inside his shorts. It looked like he had stolen a prize-winning aubergine, Christy thought to herself, and was trying to smuggle it through customs.

“Mi padre!” he gasped. Christy quickly sat up and adjusted her dress. She laughed as she watched the boy desperately trying to use a nearby rag to wipe off the cum which Christy had smeared all over his leg.

There was a jangle of keys from the front of the store, then a clunk as the front door opened.

“Philippe!” a male voice called.

The boy rattled off a reply in Spanish as Christy stood up. She wasn’t willing to be hidden in the back room like a teenage slut. At thirty six years of age, she felt she was somewhat past that. She thought to herself that if he was responsible enough to ejaculate all over a stranger’s feet and toes then he was also responsible enough to deal with his father.

She simply smiled at the worried-looking boy as she coolly exited the stock room and walked back into the main store.

The man stood just inside the door, a look of disbelief on his sweating face. He looked to be in his late 40’s, overweight and irritated, probably at the boy judging from his demeanour, Christy thought. He was more than a little weather-beaten; his skin resembling dark brown leather as he stood, open-mouthed and wide-eyed, staring incredulously at Christy as she silently breezed past him in her bare feet. She grinned to herself, wondering if the fat man also had a foot fetish just like his son as she left the store and headed back to the hotel.


She found herself almost jogging back to the hotel. The concrete path which led back up to the main street was so incredibly hot as it baked under the merciless midday Spanish sunshine. There was a very slight breeze blowing in from the sea, but it did very little to cool the roasting slabs beneath her sensitive bare toes. It made the balls of her feet sting with every step. Dreams of flip-flops and sandals began to run through her mind as she hastily ascended the stone steps behind the grocery store.

The idea to go completely barefoot for two weeks without exception had come to her relatively late on. It was on the flight over to the island, in fact. More importantly, it was the man she had been sitting beside on the plane who had played a crucial role in helping her make up her mind to expose her soft, pampered, urban soles and her delicate toes for the entire duration of her holiday, regardless of the terrain or its temperature.

She’d had an aisle seat in an emergency exit row on the right side and somewhere around the middle of the plane. On boarding, she had been pleased to learn there were no seats directly in front, so she could easily stretch out her legs during the flight. The middle seat in her row had been empty. She’d been happy about this too, as it meant she’d be able to store a couple of magazines or a book there. There was a man occupying the window seat, but she hadn’t really paid much attention to him during boarding or take-off.

She had nodded off about thirty minutes after the plane was in flight. She remembered waking up in a bit of a daze and suddenly noticing that her left breast was completely exposed. Her loose cotton dress had somehow come undone and she was now brazenly displaying one of her fine, firm tits. The way her dress had fallen open, however, meant that her breast could only really be seen by someone to the right hand side of her.

Immediately adjusting the indiscretion, she looked round to see the man in the window seat smiling back at her.

“Coffee?” he said.

“Wha…?” Christy replied, still a little disoriented from her nap.

The man smiled again and leaned closer.

“I said, would you like some coffee?”

“Oh!” she replied. “Oh yes. Yes please.”

The man motioned to the cabin crew member who was now standing at Christy’s elbow, ready to pour.

“Did you get some sleep?”

“I did, thanks. Not sure if I’ll get any more though after I drink this.”

The man laughed. He was attractive and professional-looking, just the right amount of suave, somewhere in his late 30’s. Sexy smile too, she noted. And fit. Lovely physique. He was wearing a crisp white button down shirt and denims.

“Wardrobe malfunction?” he asked, his eyes motioning towards where her naked breast had just been on display.

Had he been a vile little troll of a man, Christy would most certainly have branded him a creep for pointing out her slight clothing lapse. However, he was anything but. She decided to have some fun.

“No, not really. My nipple was overheating so I decided to let it cool off under the plane’s A.C.”

He laughed, completely at ease with the facetious comeback.

“Very smart. And did it do the trick?”

“No, it’s still kind of hot. They both are.”

“I see,” he replied, still smiling. He leaned in closer to Christy, lowering his voice a little.

“You know, you would absolutely love the place where I’m going to be staying for the next two weeks.”

“Oh? Where are you staying?”

“It’s an excellent private naturist resort to the north of the island.”

“You mean it’s a nudie place?”

“Exactly. It’s extremely liberating. No-one wears a stitch in the whole resort. Being naked on the beach is possibly the single greatest feeling in the world… besides actually fucking a beautiful woman, of course!”

Christy felt herself blush. This degree of frankness from an attractive and eloquent stranger was nothing if not rare. Nevertheless, not only was she amused by this man, she was also aroused by him.

“So, do people…” she hesitated.


“…have, you know, full sex on the beach? With people watching?”

“Absolutely. Full-on passionate screwing right there in the sand. It’s incredibly hot to be around!”


He leaned further over.

“Last time I was there, I watched a gorgeous young couple fucking like crazy right in front of me. I was so turned on that I starting jerking myself off while I watched them. I mean, I just had to. It was crazy! The girl saw me and told her boyfriend. They both just smiled back at me as I lay on my lounger, dick in hand, as they continued their hot fuck.”

Christy barely knew how to respond or where to look. The conversation had started off as a bit of a flirtatious joke. Now it had evolved into something far more serious and arousing than she’d ever have anticipated.

“Anyway, that’s where I’m headed. And look, I’ve already started casting off the city life and getting back to a more natural state.”

The man lifted his legs to show Christy his bare feet. He crossed his legs, putting his right ankle up on his left knee and wiggling his toes, flexing and spreading them wide as if to more fully illustrate his complete lack of footwear.

“I don’t plan on wearing anything on my feet until I’m on my flight home in two weeks time.”

Christy glanced down at the clean, white, brand new canvas pumps on her feet. Suddenly, the urge to remove them was difficult to ignore.

“Go on,” the man dared. “Liberate your toes and the rest will follow!”

Christy slipped the white pumps, one at a time, from each of her bare feet. It suddenly felt so naughty; as if she was removing her panties, poised to step barefoot onto this mysterious stranger’s illicit sex beach to fuck in the sand for the voyeuristic pleasure of anyone who cared to watch.

“There you go!” he said, his eyes now locked on Christy’s beautifully sexy pink-painted toes. “Doesn’t that feel good?” She crossed her bare legs so that her left foot was inches from his big, bare right foot. She also wiggled and fanned-out her toes, mimicking him.

“My god!” he exclaimed, fascinated. “Wow, you can really spread those toes of yours wide, can’t you?”

It was true; Christy could stretch her little toes relatively far apart from each other, especially her little pinky toe. She angled her foot up and around a little more so that he was able to fully inspect each sacred valley between each of her sexy spread-out toes.

“May I?” he asked.

Before she could respond, he’d placed his hand on her bare sole. His thumb began to gently knead the smooth ball of her foot before warmly massaging her gloriously high arch. It made Christy catch her breath; his strong hand felt so amazingly good against her naked foot.

“Very beautiful and soft!” he commented with a smile, his fingers now sweeping over her ankle and down around her smooth heel. “Now, how could you justifiably keep such sexy feet covered up on holiday?”

That was the moment, she decided, to explore the possibilities of a fully barefoot holiday from the moment she landed.

“Compare sizes?” he said, bringing his naked toes in closer to hers.

Slowly, the soles of each of their bare feet met in the gap in front of the unoccupied middle seat; his right against her left. Christy suddenly felt a delicious throb deep within her pussy as the warmth of the man’s toes increased that of her own, sending ripples of carnal lust straight to her clit.

They both laughed flirtatiously as they more neatly arranged their toes together, Christy’s heel stopping just over halfway down the sole of the man’s bare foot.

“What size are you?” he asked, adjusting his pinky toe so that it was more symmetrically pressed against hers.

“A seven.”

“Wow, perfect seven! I’m a twelve as you can probably tell.”

“I like a man with big, strong feet like yours. Some men’s feet aren’t attractive, but yours are hot.”

“Here, have you tried this before?” he asked, again spreading out his toes as wide as he could get them. He used his left hand to gently slide Christy’s toes in between his. She instinctively fanned her toes out also, letting his fingers expertly dock their bare toes together in an intimate barefoot clasp.

“Mmm..” she purred. The sensation made her nipples tingle with delectable lust, and she could feel herself growing wetter with every gentle squeeze of the man’s strong, masculine toes.

“I know,” he replied, smiling, “Doesn’t that feel incredible?”

He gently began to clench his toes, squeezing hers in his toe cleavage. She did likewise, both of them squeezing against the other. It felt so incredibly intimate and erotic; the sensation of having her sensitive toes stretched wide and squeezed tightly by this male stranger’s bare foot was driving her crazy right there in her gradually dampening aisle seat.

“Mmmm, fuck!” he said, gently biting his lower lip. “Those beautiful toes of yours feel absolutely amazing in between mine.”

They both excitedly watched as their bare feet caressed in a passionate and deeply sexy embrace; her beautiful pink-painted toes punctuating his strong, tanned toes as he squeezed and gripped, grinding his bare sole against her smooth heel.

“You know, I think this qualifies as a form of sex that we’re having right now.”

She laughed.

“Really? Do you think you could cum from feeling my toes between yours?”

He squeezed even more firmly.

“These sexy little pink toes of yours? Almost certainly!”

Just at that, the captain announced that they would shortly be landing, and could all seat-belts be fastened and tray tables locked in the upright position.

Christy suddenly felt a pang of disappointment. She wasn’t through with this man or his feet by any means.

“Looks like we’re finally here,” he said. “Look, can we meet up at some point during your break?”

Christy squeezed as hard as she possibly could, causing him let out a moan of approval.

“Almost certainly,” she said with a smile.

He laughed and, leaning forward, planted a lingering kiss on her smooth ankle while her toes were still interlocked with his.

“Mmm,” he sighed, savouring the scent of her skin. “I’d love to see these toes all covered in sand from my beach.”

She smiled, imagining her toes covered with something other than sand just as a passing cabin crew member shot her a disapproving look from the opposite aisle of the plane, as if she’d somehow been able to see Christy’s filthy thoughts.


Christy had binned her new white pumps as soon as she’d collected her luggage from the carousel in the airport. She’d received a few funny looks as she walked barefoot to the exit (all from women, she’d observed. Men didn’t seem to mind).

She checked that the scrap of paper with the barefoot stranger’s number on it was safely in the zipper of her shoulder bag. She’d smiled as she left the airport, remembering how he’d squeezed her toes between his, then described in detail what he’d like to do to her and her beautiful bare feet during her holiday as they were exiting the plane. It had been suitably carnal to say the least. She’d told him she would call, probably sooner rather than later.

Now, as she arrived back at the Matador Hotel after her encounter with the excitable Philippe, her exposed feet were glad to finally connect with the cool marble floor of the hotel lobby. She let out a sigh of relief as she felt the soothing stone against her dirty, overheating bare soles. The sizzling-hot paving slabs of the street outside had been nothing short of torture.

That fucking horny shop boy, she thought to herself as she stepped into the elevator. He’d taken no more than ten minutes to make his move from the moment she’d walked into the store. She replayed in her mind how he’d approached her, abandoning the shelf he had been replenishing with stock as soon as he’d noticed her, flirting until he told her in no uncertain terms and in perfect English: “I want to fuck you in back, señora!” Christy immediately thought he had meant he wanted to have anal sex with her, but soon realised he just wanted her in the back room of the store where he intended to fuck her, augmented of course by his adoration for her dirty, dusty bare feet.

Sliding the keycard in her room door and entering, she immediately removed and discarded the flimsy summer dress. It had large wet patches on the back and down the sides from her encounter with Philippe. The cool air of her sea-view room encircled her naked body, causing her nipples to harden wonderfully. She admired them in the large mirror opposite the bed.

If her bare feet were hot, then her pussy was doubly so. She thought about the man on the plane and his big, bare toes wrapped around hers, unashamedly describing how he enjoys masturbating as he watches couples fucking in the sand. She thought about Philippe and his hot, wet tongue as it had hungrily probed between her toes and passionately licked the grime and dirt from the wrinkles of her bare sole. She savoured the memory of his hard, Spanish cock as it had slipped back and forth along the naked, sandy sole of her foot until it had erupted copious jets of sticky cum all over and between her dirty toes.

She glanced down to the floor, inspecting her bare left foot. She was still able to clearly see the dried residue of the boy’s sperm between each of her toes and around her ankle. Despite the new layer of sand and street grit, her toes were still sticky with Philippe’s dried cum.

This beautifully naughty sensation encouraged her fingers to caress and stroke the damp bud of her clit as her mind lingered on her foot-centric experiences with each of the men. She watched herself in the mirror, her breathing now quicker with the sweet excitement of arousal as she began to masturbate.

She loved the feeling of the grit and sand from the street under her toes. She slowly crouched down, watching each dirty toe flex and spread against the floor, supporting her weight as her legs bent beneath her until her naked buttocks were resting against her sandy, bare heels.

She noticed for the first time how the shade of pink nail polish on her toes complimented the skin tone of her pussy perfectly. Her fingers stroked through the fine landing strip of her blonde pubic hair, which inspired goose pimples of delight all over her naked body. She admired the incredible pink of her vagina, holding her glistening, wet lips open with her fingers as she continued to compare the shade with that of her toenails.

She imagined that the mysterious barefoot man from the plane was in the room with her, watching her, directing her to do whatever he wanted.

“Spread your thighs wider.”

She obeyed as if he’d actually spoken, spreading her bare thighs as wide as she possibly could.

“That’s it. Now, make yourself cum for me. Cum as hard as you can.”

Christy imagined him behind her, stroking his hard cock slowly, his toes clenching and spreading as he watched her eagerly finger-fucking that beautiful, pink pussy in the mirror as she crouched on the floor.

“Now, get on all fours. Show me those dirty, wrinkled bare soles and toes while you’re making that hot cunt of yours even wetter.”

She adjusted her position, aiming her beautiful naked ass towards where she imagined the man to be in her room, and upturning her bare feet so that he could enjoy just how dirty they had become from her walk back to the hotel after Philippe had emptied his balls all over her toes.

She slipped her right hand between her thighs so that she was able to touch her asshole while she eagerly masturbated with her thumb. She fingered her beautifully wet slit while she flexed and stretched and spread her dirty toes and soles for her imaginary visitor, feeling herself rushing closer and closer to an incredible orgasm right there on the floor of her hotel room.

“Urrrgh!!! Aaaahhh!!!” she suddenly groaned as the sheer overwhelming ecstasy of her self-inflicted climax exploded from her erect clit, her entire body going into spasm at the internal fireworks which were currently detonating all at once.

She felt her toes clench as she orgasmed fiercely, picturing the stranger’s hard cock simultaneously erupting hot, white javelins of sticky cum which rained down onto her upturned bare feet and all over her calves as he groaned loudly with intense approval.

As the delicious and intense throbs finally began to subside, she collapsed onto the tiled floor, panting and sweating. The floor beneath her was wet with her pussy juices and it made her bare ass and thighs slide stickily and noisily against the floor with each tiny movement of her naked body.

She imagined the barefoot stranger, still stroking himself as he watched her on the floor. She couldn’t seem to get this man out of her head, and didn’t really want to either.

Lying there, she quickly made up her mind that it was time to take in the sights on the north side of the island that evening.


Her hot shower was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” she shouted. No response.

Cursing, she turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy, white hotel towel to wrap around herself.

“If this is fucking housekeeping, I already told you I didn’t want to be…” she murmured to herself, dripping wet, as she unlocked and opened the door.

She could hardly believe who it was that stood before her in the corridor.

It was the barefoot man from the plane.

“Hello,” he said with a wide grin.

Christy stood, open-mouthed with surprise.

“Hi,” she finally managed to reply.

He was only wearing only a pair of dark khaki knee-length shorts. Christy couldn’t help but admire the muscular physique of his tanned, bare torso and, of course, his athletic legs and masculine bare feet.

“Nice look, the towel and wet hair thing” he said, grinning.

“Thank you. It’s very fashionable this summer, didn’t you know?”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to see you again. The front desk gave me your room number.”

“No, I don’t mind. In fact, I was going to call you. I wanted to visit you tonight at your kinky sex-beach hideaway.”

He looked surprised.

“Wow, really?”

“But seeing as how you’re here now… Would you like to come in?”

He stepped inside. Christy closed the door behind him, making sure the ‘do not disturb’ sign was hard to miss on the door handle.

“So, what brings you from all those naked beach couples to my conservative little hotel?” she asked, watching as he sat down on the bed.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I got off the plane,” he replied. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your feet either.”

He looked down at her toes as he spoke.

“It turned me on so much when we put our toes together on the flight,” he continued. “If you hadn’t already guessed, I have a raging foot fetish.”

Christy realised her mouth was suddenly dry with excitement that he was actually here in her room, professing his lust for her feet.

“You’ll be pleased to know I took your advice,” she replied, “about going everywhere barefoot. I haven’t worn anything on my feet since I arrived.”

“Mmmm,” he said, intrigued. “Have you been enjoying the feeling of your beautiful bare toes against the ground?”

“I have, very much so. I hadn’t gotten around to washing them yet in the shower. Look how dirty they are.”

Christy turned away from him, lifting first her right foot then her left to display the layer of grime which now clung to her toes, the balls of her feet and her heels. Only her arches still remained relatively clean; too high for level ground to sully with dirt.

“See?” she said, looking over her shoulder.

She saw that he’d unbuttoned his shorts in the small space of time she’d been turned away, and was slowly wanking his erect cock in his left hand as he stared intensely at her dirty bare feet.

“You don’t waste much time, do you?” she said, her heart fluttering at the sight of his long, thick member as he firmly jerked it. Christy’s eyes lingered on his full-looking balls, then moved up the veins of his shaft to the wide rim of his purplish glans.

“You mentioned that I’d interrupted your shower,” he said, stroking his dick. “I feel quite bad about that and I’d like to help you get back to what you were doing.”

Her let the towel fall to the floor.

“If you insist.”

Wearing only a wicked grin, she turned and went back into the bathroom, stepping again into the double shower cubicle and turning on the water.

After perhaps ten seconds had elapsed, she felt two strong hands cup her wet breasts from behind as she faced the wall. She felt the heat from his hard, veiny dick as it rested, wonderfully erect in the cleft of her buttocks while he squeezed and teased her nipples, his burning kisses all over her neck as the water sprayed from the shower head. His right hand had began to travel downwards, his fingers tracing a path through her soaked blonde pubic hair, down to her clit. She let out a moan as he firmly caressed her sensitive little bud, feeling his fingers probing the lips of her soapy slit.

“Stand on my toes,” he ordered, still roughly kissing her neck, much to her pleasure.

Christy lifted her dirty heels from the wet floor of the cubicle, placing each of them firmly on his toes.

He felt the dirt which still clung to her fine, naked heels as it ground against his bare toes and the tops of his feet.

“Ooooh, fuck yes,” he moaned. “Mmmm… Can you feel this hard cock? I want to put it deep inside you while I feel your fucking feet on mine!”

“I want your cock in me,” Christy sighed, feeling two of his fingers suddenly sliding inside her hot cunt. “Oh god! Fuck! Mmmm…I want you to fuck my pussy right now!”

She felt him slide that thick shaft down from the small of her back, down between the cheeks of her wet ass. She glanced down and saw its fat head protruding between her thighs

They moaned aloud in tandem as his cock entered her tight, pink snatch from behind. It stretched her wide as it slowly slipped further in, inch by inch.

“Oh, fuck YES!! Mmmmm!!” Christy moaned, the girth of his impossibly hard dick taking her breath away.

Both his hands were cupping her firm tits, gently teasing her hard nipples as he started to fuck her slowly.

“Mmmm,” he sighed, almost whispering in her ear. “I love this pussy! Such a hot pussy!”

She felt like her clit was about to explode. Her self-directed orgasm on the floor earlier had made her next one far easier to coax from somewhere deep inside of her.

She moaned loudly as she started to cum.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, “cum. Cum hard. Cum all over my cock and down my legs! I want your juices all over my toes!”

Her legs were buckling beneath her as her climax peaked.

“Mmmm.. Fuck yes..! Hold onto me as you cum, girl. Oh that’s so fucking good!”

As the sensation began to ebb, Christy had an idea. Instead of having this man shoot his load inside of her (as he was preparing to do, she believed,) she wanted to see just how more incredible his orgasm could be if she used her dirty, bare feet on that thick cock of his.

She suddenly pulled herself forward, feeling his well-lubricated dick slip messily from her sopping hole. She turned to face him, dropping first to a squat, then leaning back on the floor of the spacious shower cubicle. He watched her as she reclined, lifting those dirty bare feet up to his thighs.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed. “These beautiful feet are badly in need of a wash, baby!”

He took both her grimy bare feet in his hands and, collecting a generous amount of gel from the dispenser, proceeded to soap and lather each filthy, wrinkled sole. All the dust, dirt and sand from walking barefoot outdoors quickly detached from her beautifully pink, soft, feminine bare feet.

“Such glorious soles and toes,” he commented, mesmerised, pushing the creamy suds between her toes, forcing them to spread wide as he had done previously using his own toes on the plane.

She watched his cock while her feet were in his hands. It bobbed eagerly in the hot spray of the shower, intensely aroused.

Washing the filth from each of those divine bare soles was nothing short of bliss to him, Christy observed. The way he tenderly massaged away the dirt, soaping and re-soaping, rinsing and re-rinsing, was without doubt the most reverential form of carnal devotion she’d ever witnessed.

She pulled her left foot away, letting her clean toes hover an inch or two in front of his wet, hard cock. Recognising what was about to transpire, he opened his mouth, filling it again with the clean, wet toes of Christy’s bare right foot. He lustily sucked the second and third toes, watching as her left foot began to caress and tease his hard dick, which had been driven almost to the brink by this beautiful girl’s pussy and gorgeous bare soles and heels.

She stroked him from his heavy balls all the way up that throbbing shaft to his fat glans, where she flexed back her toes, stimulating its underside using her exposed toe cleavage.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” he moaned, words somehow able to escape his mouth despite it being crammed with toes. “Mmmm.. I want to feel those fucking toes on my cock until I cum!”

He suddenly pulled her toes from his mouth, rendezvousing her right foot with her left at his glistening shaft.

“Uuuuh!” he grunted, “Mmmm, I have to feel these fucking smooth soles wrapped around my fucking cock!”

He held both her bare feet, toes to toes, heel to heel, in his strong hands. He’d created a beautifully tight opening, perfectly framed by her glorious, wrinkled soles and wet arches. He slid the hot, purple head of his cock slowly through that channel, grunting and moaning his deep approval as he thrust slowly in and out.

Christy watched as he proceeded to fuck her pretty bare feet as she lay on her back, supported by her elbows. The fat rim of his bulbous glans popped tightly back and forth between her naked soles, the pre-cum leaking from its tip easily discernible despite the falling water from the shower head.

“Oh… Argghhh! Fuck yes, beautiful fucking feet,” he sighed, his hands clamped firmly around her pink-painted toes as his overly-excited dick pistoned back and forth between her sweet soles. “Oh, fuck yeah…! Oh..! Oooohhhh!”

His cum erupted from the tip of his orgasmic, fat glans. The first creamy jet of it landed square on Christy’s lips and chin as gravity brought it splashing down to the floor of the cubicle. She licked her lips, the taste of his salty sperm making her cunt ache with pure lust all over again.

It was like something out of a piece of late 70’s porn, one of the slow-motion money shots she loved to see; his cock, ejecting rope after rope of his spectacularly hot load. Christy watched, her taste buds tingling with the flavour of his cum.

Her feet were glazed with it, as were her calves. The shower head was angled in such a way that only a minuscule spray was going anywhere near her feet, so she was able to relish the sight of his spermy load as it glistened upon her skin.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, still slowly sliding his spent dick gently back and forth between her cum-drenched bare soles. “Oh, your feet are so fucking incredible around my cock!”

She inspected her toes as he held them. She was unable to see the pink nail polish on several of them due to the amount of cum he had ejaculated onto her toes.

“Wow,” she exclaimed, lightly stroking the top of his shaft with the semen-spattered toe of her right foot. “I’ll never shower standing on my feet again after this!”

They both laughed. He knelt down, pulling her body closer to his.

“When I’m around,” he replied, “you’ll never have to!”

He kissed her passionately, tasting his own semen upon her lips.

“Promise?” she said playfully, pushing him suddenly back against the opposite wall and getting on top.

“Mmm, if I can have my way with those sexy feet of yours,” he said, “I’ll agree to anything.”

Christy slowly lowered herself down onto his perfect, hard cock, feeling his warm hands on her ass as the hot water streamed onto their naked bodies from above.

Nearing yet another head-spinning orgasm, Christy grinned as she whispered in his ear:

“I’ll definitely hold you to that!”


Christy asked the driver to stop the cab. They had been on the road north for less than five minutes when she noticed him.

“What is it?” said the man in the back seat beside her who, an hour earlier, had ejaculated all over her bare feet.

“That boy…” she said, “over there. His name’s Philippe.”

Sure enough, it was the shop boy. He was walking along the roadside, alone.

Christy turned to her male companion.

“Can we bring him along too? You and him have something in common.”

He gave the boy a glance. He was astounded to see that the young man was also barefoot, just like himself and the sexy blonde at his side.

“Ask him,” he said.

“Philippe!” she said, her window down. The boy stopped, a look of surprise on his face.



Christy smiled at the question she’d just asked, unable to ask it in the boy’s native tongue.

He said nothing as he quickly climbed inside the vehicle with the beautiful barefoot woman and her male friend.

“Where are we..?” he started. Christy’s bare feet quickly found the boy’s in the footwell below, while the man to her side eagerly watched, his eyes devouring every movement of her pink toes.

“A little resort you might like,” she replied, “to the north.”

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