Last year I had Thanksgiving with my best friend and a number of other friends of friends in a rented space in the Haight in SF. There were a lot of intentional set-up tries with single people, but it all felt so forced. However, I had made eye contact with a man at the very end of the table several times but we never ended up talking until right before I was about to leave. His name was James, he sold insurance and lived alone with three cats in Pac Heights. He called me exactly three days later for dinner and an arthouse movie. He wasn’t much to look at but he had large hands and a really deep voice. My inner slut was hooked.
The morning of our date I got a mani/pedi and then later a blowout at the salon. I wore a maxi dress I had just tailored and black leather ankle boots and a jean jacket. I debated on whether to wear some sexy mauve lace panties or just a stupid slutty high waisted black g-string; I went with the latter. He sent an Uber for me and I met him at the restaurant. He was a gentlemen, we had lame banter for 30 minutes before the meals came, and a bottle of pinot noir later I was pretty tipsy and feeling kinda slutty. He said we’d be late for the movie and I said I didn’t care and that if he had a good movie at his house, we should watch it.
His apartment was well furnished and small, and smelled old. But a lot of places in SF smell old. He immediately asked me to take off my boots, and he watched me take them off as I walked around in some black socks. We were pretty drunk and laughing about how his hairless cat was named Dixon and as I sat down on the couch he corked open bottle of syrah and poured two glasses. He handed me mine but I motioned for him to put it on the coffee table and I fell into him, sloppily making out with him and feeling his huge hands on my thigh and waist.
He pulled my legs up on the couch, peeled my dress back and trailed kisses from my upper thigh to my ankle, which I thought was weird but hot and was up to see where it went. He held one of my feet in his hands and slowly pulled and sock off and kissed my toes, and repeated the same with the other.
“Are you into feet?” I asked.
“A little bit.” He replied with a smile. “I like cute feet and you’ve got cute small feet.”
I was fine with it. He picked me up and brought me to his bedroom and left the light on. I asked him to turn it off but he declined and said he liked seeing everything. I said ok and I stood up and took off my jacket, dress and bra. He ran his fingers across my stomach and waist, came closer and embraced me, caressing my ass and tugging at my g-string from the back. I could feel his cock and in his jeans and it was LONG. He firmly grabbed my ass and I told him to spank me and the slap was so loud I thought the neighbors would hear. He licked his fingertip and then massaged and tapped my asshole, which made me moan and get slightly worried about how I’d be able to take his long hard cock in my ass.
He picked me up and laid us both down, him on his back with me on top. He flipped me around so that we were in 69 position, but maneuvered my legs so that my feet were pressed against each of his ears. As he moved my g-string to my ass and softly licked my now swollen pussy, I unbuttoned his jeans, peeled down his briefs and grabbed one amazingly long if skinny, veiny cock.
“WOW.” I said. I held it at the base and wiggled it like a dildo. I gripped it hard and licked it from the base to the tip before spitting on the head. The top side of his dick had a huge thick vein that bulged out and I could feel it pulsating on my tongue. He flicked his tongue all over my pussy and my engorged clit, all while holding my feet against his ears with his hands. I tried putting as much of his long hard cock in my mouth, but I didn’t even get halfway before gurgling and choking and releasing a torrent of saliva all over his shaft, and applied it liberally with both of my hands.
“Here, flip over.” He helped me flip over and asked me to sit on his thighs and wiggle my toes in his face. He started jerking himself and gasping and moaning while I wiggled my toes all over his cheeks and forehead. He sucked each toe individually and licked all across each nail, and all I could think about was him not fucking up my pedicure. I was rubbing my clit half-heartedly through my g-string and watched him convulse and gasp and cum some seriously watery semen over his own stomach.
I sat there on his thighs, shocked, watching his cock deflate. I was pretty mad, put on my clothes and got out of there fairly quickly, despite his pleads for me to stay. I demanded he call me an Uber home and he said ok and I complained to the Uber driver, who told me I was the hottest cougar he’d ever seen and that “I’d fuck you so fast.”
I didn’t fuck the Uber driver.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i2r6qe/fm_my_f46_evening_with_a_foot_fetishist_and_his