A One-Time Chance Encounter
(Published on Thursday, February 9, 2006)
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It had been a while since I had any foot fetish fun. I was in one of my dry spells. So when I hit the beach to take a walk along the shore, little did I know that I would come across a perfect match. Well, a perfect match of a one-time chance encounter, that is. My luck! Still, what happened that day was etched in my memory forever.

Despite it being Winter, it was a very nice day, a weekday, so not that many people were out on the beach. They were scattered around in small groups, and sometimes there would be an occasional loner by themselves. As I passed a beach hotel, and just beyond the small crowd of out-of-towners enjoying the sand that day, I came across a section of beach that was hilly with small sand berms. Berms are mounds of sands that are built up, and designed to keep a pounding ocean shoreline from flooding certain sections of a beach. It's commonplace to see berms along the beach during the Winter. Unless you were looking for someone, you could easily walk past a lone sunbather who could be hidden away behind one of the berms. That's exactly what I almost did. But something caught my eye.

A woman who was proably in her thirties was lying face up on a large towel reading a book. I was in my early twenties at the time. I really couldn't see her face that well because she was wearing a big sun hat that pretty much kept her face out of the sun. But what was much more prominently displayed for me were her red toenails, which appeared at a distance of about fifteen feet to be perfectly pedicured. Her arches were wonderfully high, and even frm fifteen feet away I could tell that the soles of her feet were delciously wrinkled. I happen to love wrinkled soles, and they always seem to be the softest.

It would have been awkward for me to just stop in my tracks to gawk at her feet, though surely if she caught me looking she would think that I would have been gawking at her perfectly shaped body, which seemed to be 34c-24-36. She looked to be about 5'7" and maybe 130 lbs. at the most. She had evidentally been sunbathing quite a lot because she was very tanned. Her body was toned, and in great shape. Her feet were probably a size 7 1/2 or 8, and they were in absolutely perfect condition.

My seconds of seeing her lying there so scrumptiously in her two-piece bathing suit would have ended with my walk past yet another berm had she not suddenly spoken out to me to ask what time it was. As I looked at my watch to give her the time while walking closer to her so that I wouldn't have to shout, she smiled at me, and asked if I lived nearby. I explained that I did. She asked a couple of more questions about the area, what it was like to live at the beach, etc., and soon we were in a real conversation.

It was a very comfortable exchange until at one point she caught me staring at her feet, which I had really tried not to do, and she caught me off guard by asking me if I had a foot fetish. I couldn't speak.

"Don't worry," she comforted me, "I love guys with a foot fetish. They're always so willing to give me a nice foot massage."

I choked. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless. "What a chump," I thought to myself.

She found my speechlessness amusing. "Cat got your tongue, huh?" She asked. "You can be honest with me. I can spot a guy with a foot fetish a mile away. Tell me the truth. You'd like to massage my feet, wouldn't you? In fact, you'd like to do a lot more than that with my feet, wouldn't you?" She asked, but almost rhetorically.

I confessed to her that I had a foot fetish. She looked pleased that she had pegged me correctly.

"I'll tell you what, if you are willing to give me a nice back massage, and you give me a good one, I'll let you do anything you want to do to my feet. How's that?"

I of course agreed.

She added, "Oh, and if you don't mind, I'd rather just lay here in silence. Talking distracts me from enjoying a good massage. Is that okay with you?" She asked.

I of course agreed to that as well. She turned over onto her stomach, untied the back of her bathing suit top, and shaded her face with that large sun hat. I could hardly believe my luck. For the next half hour I gave her a very thorough back massage. I included her neck, and legs, too. Every time I looked her those soft soles of hers I got hard, and I was in Seventh Heaven when I started massaging her feet in my lap. I massaged each of her feet very thoroughly.

My heart was beating a mile a minute when I gently bent back, and lifted up her right foot so that it was right in my face as I started shrimping her toes with my mouth and tongue. She moaned a little bit, but pretty much remained quiet. I sucked the toes of both of her feet. They were soft, and delicious. At one point I held her feet together in my lap by her ankles with one hand, and with her soles facing up I tickled her slowly at first with the fingers of my other hand, and then harder until she began to squirm within my grip. The only thing she said as a warning to me was that she was very ticklish, and might accidentally kick me in the face but that she liked having her feet tickled. She just wanted to make sure that I held her feet down firmly so that she wouldn't accidentally kick me. I assured her that I would, which excited me to no end.

Seeing her react so wonderfully to the tickling got me rock hard. I pulled aside my bathing suit so that my cock could spring forth, and it did, right between the upturned softness of her wonderfully wrinkled soles as I firmly held her ankles together. The more I tickled the soles of her feet, the harder she pressed the soles of her feet together against my cock. Her fingers were digging into the towel above her head as I continued the tickling, as if her wrists were tied above her, which they weren't, and the enormity of what was going on ... all of the sensations ... caused me to suddenly climax with a stream of cum that landed all over her soles, and the backs of her legs.

I massaged my cum into her feet and legs, along with some more lotion, and we just laid there on her towel in the sand. She hadn't yet cum the way that I had, only having had a number of small, but delciously satusfying multiple orgasms, and I wanted to get her off in a big way. I asked her if I could make her cum like I had just cum, and she said that she'd love for me to make her cum like that, but that she'd feel more comfortable doing it indoors. She almost laughed at being so forward with me by asking me to come to her hotel room, but she told me she was so horny from what had just gone on that she "needed some relief."

So I followed her to her hotel room where we took a shower together, and had some amazing sex. Afterwards we went out for another nice chat, and a great dinner. We skipped dessert, and headed back to her hotel room for more great sex, which of course included a lot of foot fun.

It turned out that she was in a middle of a rather nasty divorce, lived in Hawaii, and would probably not be back to California for a long time to come, if ever at all. So we parted ways with a hug, and a smile, and wished each other the best of luck. As I mentioned before, what happened that day was etched in my memory forever.