by Brian Rourke
Before meeting Katy, I thought I had a healthy sex life. Although my mind occasionally wandered to the kinky or unusual, I was satisfied with straight sex. But then Katy helped me to realize that I had long been sublimating my love, my lust, for women’s feet.
Although we had been dating awhile and had had good sex on several occasions, it was a hot day at the beach that really flipped my switch for Katy and revealed a whole new world to me. That world turned out to be a place with colors I’d never seen, sounds I’d never heard, and orgasms I hadn’t even imagined possible. It was a world created by my compelling attraction to feet and the beautiful things that encase them. Until that day, my fetish was something that lurked deep in my thoughts—like an annoying fly that buzzes around your ear. But that day at the beach turned my annoying fly into a vivid butterfly that has ever since become a thing of enjoyment and beauty, something I would seek out and reflect on for hours upon hours, day after day.
It started so simply. We were playing volleyball with a group of friends. Katy was wearing a taffy-colored one-piece swimsuit that accented her curves nicely and showcased her lovely, muscular legs. She was barefoot and her toenails had been painted a glossy pink. I watched as she jumped for the ball, her legs extended, her feet resembling perfect little white doves. We played for over an hour and got more and more raucous in our good-natured competitive banter. At one point I made a dive that nearly sent me into the net, and I landed on my ankle in the process. It was nothing serious, but Katy insisted on putting some ice on it and nursing me with some cold beer.
We retired to a private dune, where we lay out on a blanket, and Katy held ice on my leg for several minutes. I took a big swig of my beer and stretched out. The sight and feel of Katy caressing me caused my cock to get hard. It stood out like a steel bar beneath my swimsuit. So Katy slipped her foot slowly and seductively up my leg until it rested on my crotch.
Well, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I struggled for breath as if I were sucking it through a long, thin straw. I had always admired Katy’s feet, but this turn of events was so on target, so unexpected. The truth was that I nearly exploded. My cock was so red-hot that I knew it could happen at any moment. I stared at Katy’s foot—the toes lined up perfectly in little arcs, grains of sand between them. Facing me, with her legs spread around mine, the V of her crotch was open to my lingering gaze. I traced the length of her . . . foot to ankle . . . ankle to knee . . . knee to crotch, with my eyes. Inevitably my attention was drawn back to the main point of pleasure: her irresistible foot.
It was actually massaging my cock through my swimsuit, and it was the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced. I leaned back and tried not to move. The sun was hot, and perspiration collected on my brow.
My cock was throbbing and humming as Katy’s foot pressed firmly against it. She applied increasing pressure and then lightened it. She was giving me my first “footjob,” and I was flying higher than the kites that soared overhead. I could feel her toes curl around the head of my cock. She increased the little step-on, step-off pressure she had begun, and I knew there was no way I could control myself any longer.
With Katy’s foot pressed tight against my cock, I shot a huge load of come that soaked through my swimsuit and dampened her toes. It felt like an electric shock, and I rode out the current, as my entire body was humming now. Afterward, I was slightly embarrassed by my unexpected explosion, but Katy’s smile washed all of those feelings away. Her beautiful brown eyes danced across my crotch with approval, letting me know I had a soul mate created in heaven.
I absolutely gasped when she inched her foot inside my swimsuit and tickled my soaking cock with her toes. It was so unreal, like I was being released from a prison of my own making. I took her come-soaked foot and touched it to my mouth.
My tongue reached out to lick her toes clean from the grit and the come. At that, Katy smiled and slipped a finger inside her swimsuit. I immediately got hard again as I sucked her toes, holding her foot in my hand. She leaned back and enjoyed the first of many tongue paintings that would carry her over the edge of delight. I lashed at her toes. I nibbled. I sucked. Meanwhile my cock was pulsating, again begging for release.
I licked the length of Katy’s instep, holding her by the ankle as she responded to my adoration with sighs of satisfaction. She was augmenting my tongue lashes with her own brand of self-gratification. I eyed her finger squirming rapidly under the crotch of her swimsuit, and when I bit tenderly on her delicate ankle, I could feel a snap of tension run through her. Then Katy’s body fell limp and she let out a sigh. I stuck as much of her foot into my mouth as I could muster. My mouth stretched wide, accommodating all five toes; my mind racing crazily, I erupted again. The powerful explosion was so intense it left me senseless for several minutes. I came to with Katy’s foot pressed to my chest and my foot nuzzled between her legs. We floated there for quite some time, watching the late-afternoon sun make its way over the horizon.
Katy derived great satisfaction from my fetish, and encouraged me to explore it further. Our lovemaking took on a new playful, uninhibited charm that we cherish to this day. Yet even with my reveling in my newfound love, it was Katy who led the way down the wonderfully erotic path of foot fetishism.
It wasn’t long after that first foot-fuck that Katy invited me to go shopping with her. At first I declined, but she promised that it would be worth my while. “I really need a new pair of shoes,” she said in her sexiest voice.
The very thought of watching Katy (not to mention other women) trying on various footwear gave me an immediate pleasure twinge in my groin. I readily agreed, and we made off to one of the finer shoe stores in an elegant little shopping mall in town.
I was extremely anxious as we entered the store. Surrounded by displays of outrageous bright-colored high heels, patent-leather dress shoes, simple penny loafers, and lace-up granny boots, I began to perspire. My mind raced as I admired each shoe’s bows or jewels, heels and toes. Everywhere was an incredible way to dress a woman’s foot, and I wanted to touch each one. I could smell the distinctive scent of new leather and could almost feel the smooth kidskin. And my cock was damn near as hard as the chrome rods that surrounded the magnificent displays. My breath was short and my mouth dry. It was an incredible sensory overload, and I really didn’t know if I would survive without coming all over myself.
“What shall I try on first?” Katy asked sweetly, batting her eyes at me. She sat down and asked me to help her with her shoes. When I crouched down to remove her plain navy blue loafer, she allowed her plaid skirt to ride up a bit, and she spread her legs slightly as I held her foot. I was delighted to see that she wore no panties. I must say, Katy was quite a sexy sight in her sorority-style pantyless outfit, and, judging from the slightly flushed look about her, she was just as heated up as I was.
“Why don’t we start with something wild?” I suggested. “Look at these pumps!” I picked up a red-and-black braided high heel with a tiny twist of leather at the front. Then a saleslady approached us. She was in her mid-thirties, with auburn hair, not bad-looking. She wore a pair of low suede heels with a full back and a sensible buckle in the front. “May I help you?” she offered.
Katy smiled a prim and proper smile. “Would you mind seeing if you have these in a size seven?”
The saleslady smiled and turned toward the stockroom. I stopped her and asked to see if they also had a pair of black patent-leather tie-ups, a pair of gray granny boots with eyelets and hooks, and some orange espadrilles. Katy giggled and rolled her eyes. I tried to relax while I sat near her feet, and had to adjust my crotch to relieve some of the discomfort of my crammed-in hard-on. Katy readjusted herself in her seat several times, trying to keep from going crazy. I was just imagining how incredibly sexy the shoes would look on Katy’s feet when the saleslady returned. “Newlyweds?” she asked.
We laughed. We were so caught up in this public display of our foot fetishism that we just sort of nodded and giggled as she handed us several boxes. The saleswoman’s attention turned to a tall and elegant older woman who had just entered the store. “Would you like me to . . .” her offer came. But we assured her we would be just fine.
With that, we got down to business. I opened the first box slowly, savoring the unexpected pleasure wrapped inside the crinkly tissue paper. It was the orange espadrilles. They were really kind of tacky, but I loved them just the same. Katy’s foot slid easily into the canvas, and I held the rough rope sole in the palm of my hand.
I admired the way the bright orange cut a firm edge across her foot and how white her skin looked in comparison. I imagined her toes spread out comfortably inside the bright canvas. My cock shivered. I wanted to stick my tongue inside the shoes, but instead I reached for the next box.
It was the shiny leather tie-ups. They reminded me of a tap dancer’s shoes. I could picture long legs covered in dark nylon dipping elegantly in those shoes. Katy’s delicate foot slid in easily, and I rubbed my bulging crotch nervously before lacing them up. The shoes looked incredibly sexy on her, and I had to tighten my stomach muscles to keep from coming in my pants. Katy rubbed her other foot playfully across my crotch, and I nearly lost it.
I tried to unlace her shoes but was trembling so furiously I couldn’t manage, so Katy leaned over to help me. She pulled out the granny-style boots and, again, I tried to lace them. I concentrated and managed to secure the rawhide lace into the numerous little latches. Smoothing my hands over the new soft leather enveloping her ankle and calf, I felt as though I were in heaven. I sat on the floor in a dream with Katy’s other shoe in my hand and my cock aching. I knew I had to leave soon.
Katy grabbed two of the boxes and signaled for the saleslady as I got up to wait impatiently for her outside the door. Katy finally strode toward me with a shopping bag in each hand and we walked out to the parking lot. Once inside the car, she stretched out across the backseat, stuck her foot in the air, and kicked off her shoe. I took her lovely foot in my hand, licked hungrily at her toes, and immediately came in my pants.
That night Katy put on quite a show for me in her new shoes. We opened a bottle of wine and relaxed on a blanket on the living-room floor. Our mood was light-spirited and playful. Katy wore a black teddy and the new high-heeled tie-ups that I loved. I licked the clean leather and immersed myself in its texture and taste. Katy played with herself as I ascended into the haze of my foot fantasy world. She was so incredibly sexy standing over me stroking her pussy, poised just so.
She wiggled out of one shoe and pushed me onto my back with her foot. I lay with the shoe between my teeth as she stroked my cock with her foot. Katy really is quite accomplished at this. She has the softest soles, and she can manipulate my cock with incredible skill. She applied just the right amount of pressure and worked her way up and down my shaft until I was absolutely writhing in ecstasy.
I lay back and enjoyed the taste of her new shoe, the sight of her pussy all churned up from our scene and the feel of her fabulous foot working along my length. As I bit into the heel, Katy continued her magical massage of my shaft. Faster and firmer my cock was squeezed against my belly as I hollered out, raving at the intensity of my orgasm. Hot come sprayed up under her toes and arch as she rubbed slowly along my now-sensitive cock.
Katy lay down and continued her self ministrations as I licked her foot clean. She tripped her own switch nicely and smiled with the warm, blissful glow of satisfaction. We lay like that for some time, deliriously happy and sated.
Katy has given me not only an outlet to enjoy my fetish but also the courage to enjoy it without fear of embarrassment. Because of our openness, we are able to enjoy a healthy, happy sex life, and we will continue to enjoy it for as long as sweet Katy gives me access to those scrumptious feet I so adore.