Chloe’s Feet – A Foot Fetish Story

I sank back into the comfortable, couch with a groan, a welcome respite from hard hostel beds and long coach trips. Chloe, the owner of the couch, giggled and raised her eyebrows, as she made her way over from the kitchenette. She stumbled slightly, a little unsteady in her high heels after a night of drinking. I was also pleasantly buzzed and thoroughly pleased with the way my evening was panning out.

I allowed myself another appreciative once over of her body as she sank down next to me, short skirt riding up and exposing the lacey tops of her stockings. She looked amazing, all blonde hair and blue eyes, only the faintest of laughter lines at the corners of her sky blue eyes betrayed her age.

As she settled back into the seat she shifted to face me, moving to undo another button on her already straining blouse. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she leaned in, intentions clear. It was apparent that with her looks and experience she was used to getting what she wanted and had long since dispensed with any pretence at shyness.

I reached for her in response, pulling her flush against me as our lips met for the first time. Hers were soft and slightly tacky with lipstick and wine. An evening of heavy flirting, first at the bar, then in the taxi on the way to her place had left me wound up and impatient, so I parted my lips against her, deepening the kiss and coaxing her tongue into a slick languid slide against mine. My right hand slid down to cup her breast, tweaking at the nipple through the thin lace of her bra.

I felt her gasp slightly and smile against my mouth, pressing into the touch.

“Just a moment”. She pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide with arousal “I want to get my shoes off, they’ve been torturing me all evening” she said with a rueful smile, pulling her right foot into her lap and beginning to fumble with the clasp of her elegant black patent heels.

“Allow me” I offered, playing the part of the perfect gentleman as I gently took her foot into my own lap, slowly undoing the clasp and sliding the shoe over her smooth, stockinged foot. I could sense Chloe’s eyes on me, calculating, but she didn’t pull back and her expression was still one of relaxed arousal, so I decided to push my luck a little further as I dug my thumbs firmly into the arch of her foot, feeling the strain in the muscle from a night on her feet in crippling heels.

“Ugh god yes” she groaned, willingly pushing her foot further into my lap. The message was clear and I began moving my thumbs in small but firm circles, releasing tension in the tight muscles, before moving up to gently manipulate her toes, stretching them out. Glancing up I saw her eyes had slid shut with pleasure as she lazily shifted sideways to lean against the arm of the couch, both feet now in my lap.

I took the hint and started work on her other shoe, easing the expensive leather off her foot with the same care and attention I had shown its partner. As I started to repeat the process of rubbing and stretching, Chloe cracked one eye open and fixed me with a mischievous look.

“You really like this huh?” she purred, cocking one eyebrow, as she wiggled her toes.

I felt my face flush and hoped it didn’t show in the dim light. Busted already. I chose not to respond, ducking my head and focusing with renewed energy on giving her a fantastic foot massage, rhythmically kneading at the ball of her foot before sliding my fingers between her delicately shaped toes.

“Awww it’s ok sweetie, I think it’s cute!” the lightly mocking tone and pet name sent a thrill of something dark rattling up my spine as I shifted, hoping desperately that at the very least she wouldn’t notice my arousal. Her self-satisfied smirk told me I was out of luck on that front and she slowly dragged her free foot over my crotch, smirking as I gasped and jerked involuntarily into the pressure.

“Aren’t you going to take my stockings off?” she asked, voice syrupy sweet and taunting.

I felt my heart pounding in my throat as I slowly ran my hands up her calves, feeling the sheer material slide slightly against her toned legs. As I passed her knee I shifted, bending forwards to bring my hand under the hem of her skirt to her inner thigh. The movement brought her foot back in contact with the head of my cock, swiftly hardening in my jeans and I couldn’t help but grind forward slightly against the pressure.

“Don’t be impatient!” I was reprimanded, as Chloe flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, laughing. “Don’t you have a job to be getting on with?”.

This brought me back to my current task, and my fingers curled around the lacy edges of the top of the stockings. I surreptitiously glanced between her legs to where her skirt had ridden up to see her black thong was doing very little to hide her pussy, wet and engorged with arousal. Seeing her obvious enjoyment bolstered my courage as I stripped her of her first stocking in a fluid motion before running my hand up her other leg to repeat the motion with increased confidence.

Chloe’s feet now lay bare in my lap, immaculately manicured with a deep red coloured polish complementing the creamy colour of her skin. They were elegantly shaped, a graceful curve to her arches with delicate, well proportioned toes. A slim, gold toe ring adorned the middle toe of her right foot. I reached out a tentative finger to touch it, and then, when this was met with no resistance brought her foot slowly to my mouth to kiss gently kiss it. Her feet smelled faintly of leather and sweat, and breathing it in sent a bolt of arousal straight to my crotch.

The mocking smirk I was fixed with did nothing to dampen my desire, and I found the courage to meet her startlingly blue eyes as I slowly extended my tongue and licked a tentative stripe up the underside of her big toe.

Her expression was a mix of calculating and triumphant as she pushed back against my tongue, slowly but firmly pressing first her big toe, then her second and middle toe into my mouth. I felt myself let out a choked groan as I eagerly closed my mouth around them, shutting my eyes and sucking gently.

“God you’re really desperate for this.” Chloe sounded delighted as she withdrew her feet from my mouth “Get on your knees and do it properly then.”

I scrabbled off the couch, kneeling in front of her on the plush rug, as she swung herself around to face me, bringing her foot back up to connect with my forehead, slowly dragging it down from my hairline to catch against my lips. It was still slightly damp with my saliva, and I eagerly opened my mouth to take her toes back in.

This time her toes were crammed into my mouth with more force, straining my jaw as more of her foot pressed in. As she continued to extend her leg, my balance went and I was forced to fall backwards onto my elbows, narrowly missing the coffee table. The position felt intensely vulnerable, with Chloe sat above me, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she moved to straddle my stomach in a sinuous, practiced motion.

The added weight of her on my stomach knocked me fully onto my back, and I looked up at where she was sat astride me. Her skirt was well and truly around her waist now, her panties were exposed, and I could feel a slick wetness against my stomach where she was now sat with her semi-exposed pussy flush against my abdomen. She ground down experimentally, seeking friction as she rubbed against me.

This position offered her full access to my face, and she braced herself on one arm as she brought the foot with the toe-ring to my face once again. “I wasn’t expecting you to be such a perv” she taunted, watching in amusement as I eagerly pressed my face up to rub against her foot. She ground the ball of her foot slowly into the indent where the bridge of my nose met my forehead and I let out an involuntary noise of pleasure.

I could feel myself flush again as she smirked at me “Oh you like that huh?” As she spoke she repeated that dragging motion down my face, ending with her toes probing at my lips. I chose to open my mouth and take her toes in again in place of a response, feeling myself harden further, the pressure in my jeans nearly unbearable. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised really. Don’t think I didn’t notice you drooling over my feet in the pub”. Her tone was smug as she moved her toes pushing them against the inside of my cheek before, wiggling them back and forth against my tongue.

I needed no further encouragement to slide my tongue between them, tasting the sweat and musk from a night of being cramped inside her tight heels. My tongue played with her toe ring, and I enjoyed the contrast between the hard metal and the supple flesh of her foot. “I guess it’s true what they say about younger guys”. The teasing continued “All they need is an experienced woman to put them in their place and they’ll let you do anything you want”.

Even as I looked up from my vulnerable position, with the toes of her right foot still in my mouth and her left foot rubbing slowly back and forth over my cheek, I felt a spark of competition hit me and I felt it was about time I showed her that I was more than capable of dishing out as good as I got.

Giving her toe one last suck before pulling my mouth off with a quiet ‘pop’, I took a firm hold of both her ankles and levered up using the lean muscles in my stomach. This had the effect of toppling Chloe backwards off of me with an undignified squawk so she landed on her back on the rug.

I readjusted my position so I was staring down at her beneath me. “My turn” I informed her with a wink.

“Oh yeah? Looks like you have more balls than I thought.” responded Chloe, still smirking. “Go on then, do your worst”. Her tone was challenging and as my eyes landed on the discarded stockings, I decided I had heard more than enough snide and teasing remarks out of her for the time being.

Her eyes tracked my hands as I reached out and began balling up the first discarded stocking. The fabric was thin and the end result was the perfect size for what I had planned. A furrow of confusion appeared between her immaculately made up eyebrows as I reached my free hand down and brought my thumb to her lower lip. “Open up.” I told her, and was rewarded with an expression of surprised delight. The thrill of exceeding her expectations stoked my arousal to new levels.

She willingly opened her mouth for the stockings and I pushed them in. She still had enough room to move her tongue and moan, but she would certainly be struggling to do much speaking. As she watched silently I finally moved to strip us of the rest of our clothes, making short work of her blouse and skirt before moving to my own fly. I had been fully hard for a while now and was eager to take things up a notch.

I was too impatient to strip my own jeans and boxers off with much finesse, although I did take time to run my hand once over my clothed erection, teasing just to see her reaction before I slid everything off, following it quickly with my shirt.

Now naked I returned my attention to Chloe, she had me pretty worked up and I was eager for some revenge. She seemed like a woman of experience and I wanted to see how far I could push her. I flipped around so I was straddling her chest and facing her feet, this position gave her a pretty intimate view of my ass. I watched her perfect toes curl in anticipation and took this as tacit permission to continue, slowly sinking down to lower my ass to her face.

I was surprised by her hands on my thighs, tugging me down the last few inches so her face was buried in between my ass cheeks. I could feel her hot breath against me as her mouth worked. I couldn’t work out what she was doing until I felt her warm tongue suddenly press against me, licking a slow stripe from the sensitive spot behind my balls straight over my hole.

Groaning, I leant forward and spread my legs further to give her better access. The sensation of wet nylon stockings, pushed against my skin by her confident tongue as it worked around the obstruction, was uniquely arousing and I gave myself a pat on the back for that stroke of inspiration. As her lips and tongue worked me I reached forward to gently roll one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the vibrations of her answering moans muffled against my ass.

“Now who’s the perv?” I couldn’t resist teasing her by throwing her words back at her as I felt her tease the muscle at the edge of my rim. I relaxed and felt her push inside, cutting off any further thoughts as pleasure took over.

In a haze I reached down for her hand, guiding it to where my cock was weeping precum against the top of her cleavage. Her grip was experienced and rhythmic, timed to the ministrations of her tongue as she continued to work it in and out of my ass, despite the hindering effect of the stockings.

Her legs were splayed open in front of me, and a gentle touch to her clit elicited a choked curse from underneath me. I rubbed slightly harder, enjoying the sensation of her panting and moaning as we both got closer to the edge. The sight of her under me, groaning and enthusiastically eating my ass, tits jiggling with the exertion filled me with the urge to mark her. I moved my fingers faster, feeling her almost screaming even as she kept her mouth firmly pressed between my legs.

The sensation combined with another few jerky pumps from her hand was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt myself push involuntarily back against her, mind blanking out in pleasure as I painted her perfect tits and stomach with white. It was mind-numbingly intense and seemed to go on for minutes.

As my own pleasure started to ebb, I felt Chloe grip my thighs and force her face further into my ass as she also jerked in the grip of what looked like an almost painfully intense orgasm. I pulled away to let her breathe and our eyes met in a look of mutual satisfaction. I was left in no doubt that this encounter would end up being one of the highlights of my backpacking trip.

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