Tara's Hot Tub Footrub
(Published on Saturday, December 31, 2005)
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Tara was my friend's girlfriend. We went to college together. I hooked up with a couple of her friends over the year. We had even hooked up ourselves back as freshman (only kissing). So we had plenty of dirt on each other. But we got along great, and saw a lot of each other.

She was definitely a flirt. On a dare once, she opened her bathing suit and showed me her shaved pussy. It was phenomenal. So was her body. Her obscenely large breasts barely fit on her frame, which was otherwise extremely sleek. Her stomach was perfectly flat. While thin, she had nice tone on her legs, and a nice round butt, but all the lines were feminine and smooth. I could barely stand to look at her in a bikini her body was so insane.

I was also fairly certain that she knew of my foot fetish. It was never overtly stated, but there were signs. For example, she would show off pedicures to me. Once, while we were drunk and hanging out with others, she did something really wild. She was laying on her back on our couch, and I was standing over her. She placed her bare feet on the front of my hips, inches to each side of my cock, and said, "Do you like my french pedicure Matt?" I'm shocked it didn't go rigid right there. Her boyfriend was right nearby, but thankfully said nothing.

The craziest event happened at a December party at her house. Several of us were in her hot tub out back. Not unusual, she was fighting with her boyfriend. Soon he got out of the tub and left four of us; a couple who  was making out, Tara, and me. This was just the scenario were Tara would be naughty. It didn't take long.

Tara lifted a foot out of the tub in the air and showed me her nails. "I just painted my nails red for Christmas. Do you like them?"

My tongue must have hit the water. Her perfect little feet now showed shiny red polish, and she had the most mischevious look on her face. The other couple was completely distracted by their own deeds.

"Give me a footrub," she commanded as she laid her heel right on my thigh, again suspiciously close to my member. The combo of that moment and the heat in the tub had me cock at full attention. The erection was so full it hurt. I was visibly grimacing, but I complied while trying not to look too overjoyed.

I began to massage her soft foot, running my fingers over her nails, pushing my thumb into her sole, pulling each toe. She was feeling good and relishing in the attention. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

At one point, I must have hit a pressure point perfectly. She extended her feet and toes, and firmly grazed my hard member. "Enjoying yourself, huh," she teased.

I kept hitting that pressure point, and she kept grazing me. While trying to look calm, inside I was going crazy. Then she dragged her other foot right across the head of my cock, I gasped.

"I guess I owe you a massage," she slyly said. Then she wrapped her soles around my cock and began a light, tickling footjob. Soon she upped the ante, and slid her feet up the legs of my trunks, and began a skin-on-skin footjob. I was entranced.

Seemingly minutes later, her boyfriend called for her. She looked sadly at me, and warned, "You better finish up."

I grabbed her ankles and went to town. In seconds I shot an underwater load, and finally felt relief. She gave me an impressed look, and exited the tub.

"Thanks for the foot massage." We never mentioned it since.