So How Long Have You Been Into Feet? - Sex Stories

So How Long Have You Been Into Feet?

... anything and everything but where her feet were, in a futile attempt to subside my growing stiffness, she pulled her heels off using the top of my thigh, and began curling and uncurling her sexy toes in my lap. "Sorry if my feet smell," she said without looking up from her magazine. "They ache a bit, and they're just really hot and sweaty from being in my Jimmy Choos all day. Feels good to air them out, you know?" "Not a problem," I choked. "Can't smell anything anyway." I was lying through my teeth. She wasn't exaggerating when she said her feet were hot after being in her shoes all day. I could feel the heat, and dampness of her soft soles burning into my thigh, and it was driving me nuts. Making things worse, her removing her shoes after having worn them for over ten hours, with nylons, in the middle of summer caused the sweet must of her foot scent to rise straight to my nose, and slowly envelope the car. I looked down at my lap as she seductively worked her magnificent feet over my thigh and saw the thick outline of my dick creeping slowly along the leg of my shorts on top of my thigh. "You okay over there? Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she unknowingly slipped the nyloned toes of her let foot under the cuff of the right leg of my shorts. "Fine," I coughed. "Just got a lot on my mind." "I'll bet you have," she purred as her sweet, moist and perfectly formed toes slowly made their way to my pulsating cock. "What the hell did she mean by that?" I thought to ...

... myself. "Doesn't she know where her feet are?! Is she doing this on purpose?! What the hell is this woman doing?! What if she's doing this accidentally, and she realizes?!" My mind was racing a hundred thoughts a minute as her toes came closer to that beloved point of contact with my now swollen eight inches, and very thick member. Believe me when I say it was all I could do to concentrate on the road. "Think I'll help myself to another Breezer," she said as she swung around to grab a bottle from the back seat, finally planting the arch of her sweaty little nyloned foot squarely on my trapped dick. I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure/pain as she struggled for what seemed like minutes pressing down on my groin while grabbing a bottle from the back seat. Moment of truth, if she hadn't realized my situation already, she surely would now. To my surprise she said nothing. She didn't even bat an eyelid. I had no idea whether or not she knew what had just happened. She merely sat back down in her original position with her squirming toes teasingly placed just underneath the cuff of my shorts, inches away from my straining member, and carried on reading, albeit with a pineapple Bacardi Breezer in her right hand. I wanted nothing more than to grab her perfect foot and rub it hard against my dick till I bathed it with my seed! My lust crazed stupor was momentarily broken by the one question I'll never forget. "So ... how long have you been into feet?" "What?" "You heard ...