The Foot Fetish

As we sit talking and drinking, he places his feet close to mine which are up on an ottoman.  I slowly begin to realize he is flirting with me, but it is so subtle.  Time passes and I slip my flats off and his sock feet caress my bare feet.  Flirtations lead to so much more and so many more revelations for a single evening into the wee hours of the morning.

The intelligent woman in me knows how to read a man to create the ultimate experience of casual sex. I am a little too good at it.  The goal is mutual pleasure, communication is the key; in this case communication did not need words.

As we move from making out, kissing passionately and transition to the hotel room bed, he’s going down on me, taking in my wet pussy, flicking his tongue on my clit, I realize he is holding my foot which I didn’t really notice at first.   He brings my toes to his mouth and his hands are on my clit; talk about some multi-talent.   My mind is grappling with the knowledge that this man has a foot fetish, and I’m replaying the events of the evening up until this point in my head. Now, I am fully aware that he has a thing for feet and he is getting more aroused by going down on my pussy and sucking on my toes.

I don’t recall ever having had my toes sucked before and certainly not while being eaten out.  I’m not complaining, albeit felt weird to have teeth graze my toes.  That was a little unnerving truthfully. It did absolutely nothing for me sexually, however, the worshiping of my feet which gives pleasure to my partner is an acceptable event. It was not turning me off, I was intrigued.

As love making will have many turns, we change position to a 69. While he is going down on me in a 69, and I have his cock in my mouth and hands playing,  I take my free foot and stroke the hair on the top of his head, his cock gets bigger and harder instantly.  He moans and goes down to suck my toes again, I hit the sweet spot! I was truly proud of myself in that moment, ah-ha, got you where I want you!

At some point in the evening, he told me he liked the arches, the shape of my small toes, the small size of my feet, all perfect.  I feel my feet do have a nice overall shape and arch.  I would only say my feet are not small, they are a size 8 wide.  I do go and have regular pedicures, thank goodness!!!

I have never seen him again, I do know where to find him and he knows where to find me, clearly if he wanted more, he could have reached out. It was a conference one night stand. I paid for it the next day dearly with a raging headache, hangover, 3 hour drive, and puking on the way to my next seminar. Maybe the next conference, we might engage in some fun again.