Pretty Toes [FM] [Fetish]

I remember my first time at the nail salon quite fondly. They turned on the comfy massage chairs as the foot bath filled with warm water. Softener was added to the water and a slight tingling sensation ran through my toes. The technician’s hands felt incredible on the soles of my feet. First, she scrubbed away the roughness on my heel. Then, I was brought to heaven as she massaged the pads of my soles. Finally, she made my nails picturesque with a barbie-doll pink. Thus began a routine pedicure trip.

Leaving my bi-monthly pedi appointment, I decide to grab a quick bite at the local bakery. After picking out a new fruit-filled croissant, a man captures my attention as I’m about to make my way out.

“Excuse me, Miss.” He said, “This might sound a little strange but I wanted to tell you how pretty you look in those shoes.” I’m caught slightly off-guard. I wasn’t planning on meeting someone as stunning as the man in front of me today.

“Oh, thank you!” I smile. “These are one of my favorite pairs.” The shoes I’m wearing are a wedged sandal with a black bow centered on top. “I appreciate you noticing. I actually really like getting complemented on my shoes.” I’ve always thought my feet were pretty. They’re a comfortable size 7 and ½ with a noticeable arch. My toes are rounded and flattering to the shape of my heel.

“Of course. I couldn’t help but notice the effort you put into that part of your body. I was a little worried I’d scare you away with a compliment like that.” He laughs and it makes my heart flutter.

“Not at all.” I reply. “It’s not something most people give complements on, though I’m not sure why. I probably spend more time picking out a pair of shoes for the day than I do getting ready.” A little giggle escapes at the confession. “Would you want to grab a cup of coffee sometime and get to know each other beyond our shared interest in my shoes?”

“I was hoping you’d asked. Here’s my number.” Reaching for my phone, I open up a new contact tab and hand it over. First thing I’m going to do tonight is text this gorgeous man.

—

A few dates and countless texts later, I arrange for the handsome man I only just met a couple of weeks ago to come over for a dinner date. I noticed him glancing at my feet every time we’ve gotten together, so I go out and buy a new pair of shoes. This time, I’m wearing a pair of open-toed black stilettoes with straps wrapping around my ankle. I match it with a short, flowy dress and admire myself in the mirror.

I put on some music, pour myself a glass of sparkling red, and grab the supplies from the fridge before hearing the doorbell ring. My heart races and it takes everything in me not to full on run to the door.

Opening it a bit too quickly, I meet the gaze of the man I’ve been expecting. He then glances down at my shoes before pulling me into him. Our tongues meet and I lock my fingers with his as I lead him inside.

“You taste delicious.” He says. “And those shoes. Wow.” I gasp as he leans in for another kiss.

“You like? I bought them with you in mind. I love how you always notice.” I lead him into the kitchen, fully planning on implementing him into helping with tonight’s dinner. “Would you like a glass of wine?” I ask, grabbing a glass and the bottle.

“Yes, please.” He says and I pour him a cup. Taking a sip, his eyes widen as he savors the flavor. “Your taste in wine is as good as your taste in fashion.”

“Be careful. All these compliments and I won’t be able to last through dinner.” I tease as I pick up my own glass to sip from.

“With you wearing those shoes, I won’t be the one who lasts.”

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to keep them on or off yet.” I give him a wink, hinting at what I know we both want. “Now, I’m going to need your help. I don’t want to spend all night cooking.” I hand him a cutting board and knife, directing him at which vegetables to cut.

I start dancing and singing to the playlist I put on, and playfully bump into my adorable cooking partner when the faster-paced songs play through. It feels like we’ve known each other for a long time despite having just met.

“Hey.” He gets my attention. “I know we’ve only gone on a couple of dates, but you’ve been on my mind non-stop. It’s hard to believe I’ve only just met you.” Great, now he’s a mind-reader, too.

“Ya know,” I take a step closer, “I was just thinking that.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah.” I reply, propping myself on the kitchen counter. I use my legs to pull him into me, locking my ankles together behind his back. Our passion starts building and I feel him harden against me. “But first!” I release him from my grip and nudge him backwards. “We’re going to enjoy dinner.” I command, setting out plates and silverware.

“Yes, ma’am.” He happily obliges, following me to the table.

—

One dinner and a couple of glasses of wine later, we find our way to the couch. I undo the straps from my ankles and situate my shoes on the floor. I prop my feet right onto my soon-to-be-lover’s lap.
“My feet are killing me!” I exclaim. “Give me a foot massage?” I ask, unable to contain my excitement. I painted my toes a sparkly purple and am showing off a silver ankle bracelet I picked up last week.

“I’d be honored to.” The man next to me proclaims. He raises my right foot gently and starts at my heel. “Your feet are so soft.” His words come out as a near-whisper. I relax the rest of my body into the couch, loving the sensations. His hands are firm as they press into my heel, working their way up. Slowly, getting to know every inch. As his hands reach my arch, my body shudders slightly from the relief. Making his way past the bridge, being sure to pay close attention to my tight spots, he finally stops at my toes.

“I have to admit, darling,” the beautiful human I’ve come to admire dearly begins, “that touching you like this really turns me on. I love your feet.” Raising my foot, he kisses my toes from left to right.

“I know. Why do you think I always make sure to show them off for you?” I smile, loving the attention.

“It’s a little hard to hide, I know. You’re perfect.” He stops briefly to lock my lips to his before finishing my toes. As he squeezes each one individually, I notice the heat between my thighs. He mimics his flawless technique on my left foot, starting again from heel to toes.

This time, he lingers a little longer kissing my toes and I notice his hardness pressing against his pants.

“You look uncomfortable. Let me help you.” We stand together and I unzip him as his hands get to know the curves of my body. When I finally free him from his clothing, I take a moment to admire his body for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. I push him back onto the couch after discarding the fabric from my body. I get to know him intimately, touching his length as slowly as possible. “Do you trust me?” I ask in a whisper, kissing his ear while awaiting his response.

“I don’t think I could trust you more than I do in this moment.” He says as he looks into my eyes.

“Mmm. Good. I want you to do something for me, sweetheart. Put your hands behind your head and don’t move them until I tell you to.” I say with a sternness in my voice.

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say.” He replies in anticipation. Once he’s done what I commanded, I sit back into my previous position of when he was massaging my feet. He watches as I bring my toes to his hardness and I wrap my arches around his length. A moan escapes him and he almost forgets to keep his hands where I told him to.

“I… won’t last very long… with you doing that…” he stutters his words. I’ve clearly found his weakness and I’m absolutely thrilled.

“Let me know when you feel you’re going to release. I’m not letting you off that easy.” I reply, my eyes never leaving his. I stroke him a few more times before he lets me know he’s going to release. I quickly stop, keeping to my word that he really isn’t going to finish that quickly.

“Good boy.” I praise him, bringing his chin to my face. I give him a soft kiss. “Now, I want you to kiss me between my thighs. I want you to make me climax that way.” I say.

“I could think of nothing I’d rather do more.” The gorgeous man confesses, quickly bringing his mouth between my legs. I let out my own sigh of relief and allow myself to let go. This time last month, I wouldn’t have believed I’d be in the position I am now. The man looking up at me maintains a grip on my heels as he buries his face into me, licking me in the most delightful way imaginable. It’s not long before I allow myself to release.

“Can I fuck you?” My lover asks and I pull him into me as a response. “You’re so wet, you taste so good. I’ve been thinking about this moment from the first time I saw you.”

“So have I.” I’m almost panting now, ready to take this perfect human into me. “Fuck me now.” I instruct him as he positions himself into me. A single breath later and he’s in me, all sense escaping my body. The feeling is both overwhelming and divine and I take a moment to re-center myself. I notice his hands intertwined with my toes and I feel myself convulse at the realization. I’m pretty sure I’ve hit a record in the amount of times I’ve climaxed in such a short period of time.

Fucking me hard and fast, the man on top of me kisses my lips, my neck, and my toes. I can tell it’s taking everything in him to restrain from releasing, and I’m about to get to that point once again. “Release with me.” I say and it’s all the confirmation my beloved needs. Our bodies climax together in a way I never thought possible, both of our hearts beating faster than I can count.

My handsome man kisses me softly before resting his body against my own. “Ready for another massage?” He asks, grasping my heels in his palms once more.

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