(TL;DR, Teasing a friend with her feet gets her soundly fucked)
I have this friend (let’s call him James) James is a sweet shy guy, cute in a rustic schoolboy kinda way. Polite to a fault, which is an odd attraction for this slutty girl. And as these things do, it started so innocent….
Long day standing on concrete had played hell with my feet and legs. So I took refuge hanging out with a few friends to relax. I complained about my feet a couple of time, just venting. But James offered his lap as a place to rest them. Tapping my feet to the music while chatting with our buddies, I never noticed James go quiet. When they stepped out to grab fresh drinks, James leaned over and apologised. He quietly confessed he was becoming aroused with the movement of my feet. He didn’t want to make me uncomfortable, Just being honest about the change in situation. I sat in shock as he carefully moved my feet back to the floor, away from the obvious bulge in his lap. I stuttered an apology myself, wildly aroused that I had unknowingly caused this effect on him. I just got wetter when he said he’d love the attention but that he didn’t poach.
Fast forward 6 months…
Same friends on a Friday night. Me, recently single, a little dressed up and with one too many beers in me before we were to head across to the pub for food. James sitting in the same chair across from me. Then the wicked, drunk me decided that I would “innocently” plop my stockinged feet in his lap. The shock on his face was a bit rewarding. Wide eyed, I apologized for my assumption. But as I started to withdraw my feet, he held them firmly. No problem, just surprised me, was all he said. As his thumb went along my arch, he met my eyes.
This turns into 15 minutes of me apparently ignoring the fact he is petting and massaging my feet as the conversation continues among us like normal. Me shifting/pressing my feet slightly just because I want to torment him a little.
After COVID, getting a resturant seating is a forever deal. Not sure if it was intentional, but our friends told us to wait upstairs while they went to get us a place in line.
Thats when the wicked me kicked into high gear. I shifted so I could start rubbing my silk covered feet up and down James thighs. He went stone still as I looked at him solemnly and asked if he meant what he said the last time. His breath rushed out, hands gripping the seat as the ball of my foot eased along the clear line of his semi-soft cock. He could only nod. So I kept going. He slowly spread his knees but never moved as I used my feeet to tease him. Kneading his growing cock with the balls of my feet, lifting his balls with my toes, the slick silk of my stockings whispering along his pants fabric.
I was so intent on my fun I didn’t realize that he’d closed his eyes. Wicked me again, slid the skirt up to show my bald pussy and simply said his name.
Thats where the meek, quiet James ended.
He dove between my legs with an enthusiasm unrivaled by any I’d had before. The alcohol and teasing had made me wet already, but his tongue was magic. Instant orgasm. He did not stop either, for which I am grateful. I egged him on in appreciation. The neighbors may have questions.
For someone who never talks, his tongue has alot of stamina! I reached this glorious plateau point where I just relished his lavish attentions. Realizing my legs could still reach his crotch, I told him to pull his cock out. He glanced up in delighted shock before resuming between my thighs. I will admit a newfound pleasure in feeling silken hose running over that rigid hardness. Smooth over smooth, the pulsing shaft bobbing against my foot. I didn’t get but a few caresses in though before he started this flicking tongue thing that sent me into a screaming, writhing orgasm.
Slumped in the chair, dazed, I could see him smiling between my legs, face glossed with his efforts. I couldn’t move but I managed the words. Fuck me Please.
He pulled me into the floor with him with a huge grin and rolled me onto my hands and knees in one fluid movement. Good thing too, my legs were not steady at all Head down, skirt over my ass, garters framing my thighs. I am sure it was a good view, given his pause.
I knew he wasn’t small based on my caressing. However, I forgot I would be very tight from so much oral. His gentle insistence, working what had to be an 8 inch cock into me, drove me wild. I was moaning as he stopped at full depth. Pressing a hand into the small of my back, shifting me down until it lit up every nerve in my body. He pumped into me slowly, almost making sure he had found that enticing spot. I’m frantic now. Trying to get more of him, faster harder by word or deed. Then he proceeded to grant my wish, driving his cock into my pussy, holding me down so he hit as deep and hard as I could take it. His balls slapped against my clit, a startling exclaimation to his thrusts. I could barely breathe or think through that electric jackhammering. I could only make vague noises as he used me just as we wanted.
Two manic thrusts against my cervix and I came, soundlessly screaming, frozen in place by pleasure, trying to focus enough to milk his cum into me. His cum splashing my insides, the final pumps as he finished, hands bruising my hips as he held me onto him.
The phone rang with him softening in me. Labored breaths competing with the insistent chimes. He answered, breathless. Agreed with whomever called. The phone clicked off.
His reluctant, winded voice seemed to echo. I guess we should go down to dinner now.
I just rolled onto my back, legs splayed, dripping cum and I laughed.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mzcudw/friend_with_a_foot_fetish