The Limo Ride
Published on Wednesday, September 27, 2006
This story was submitted by Sal.

Webmaster's note: We were told that this story was inspired by Michelle.

Here are some sample photos of Michelle's perfect little feet:

I came to the door to get you so we could go out to dinner. You are looking stunning in that red dress that comes 6 inches or so above the knee. The sheerness of your natural colored stockings is just barely visible in the dim evening light. As I gaze downward taking in the shapely curves of your legs, I pan downward to find those magnificent toes painted red to match your dress. The strappy shoes you are wearing brings attention to your beautiful feet. The stockings' shade barely changes the color of those toes, and I can’t wait to have my way with them.

We go down the sidewalk to the street to meet the white limo that is waiting for us to take us to Il Visuvio your favorite Italian restaurant. The driver opens the door for you, and I watch him drink in your beauty with his eyes as he watches you slide into the seat hoping to catch a glimpse further up that slinky dress. You smirk, knowing full well what he is staring for, so as you move one leg across the seat, you part your knees slightly to allow him the sight of the tops of your stockings. You see his eyes widen as he allows me in, and shuts the door behind us.

As the car heads off to our destination, you slip one of your shoes off, and snake those stocking clad toes under my pants, and up my leg. I do not hesitate a second in grabbing your ankle, spinning your legs towards me onto my lap. The other shoe is immediately thrown to the floor, and I now have both feet parked right in my lap. You also do not hesitate in rubbing one foot across my manhood to get its attention. I bring your foot to my mouth, kissing each toe one at a time, starting with the baby toe, and working my way up to your big toe. Then, returning the other direction, this time licking the tops of your toes right across your painted toes. Then, licking the bottom pads of your toes, now soaking your stockings with my eager tongue. Your light soft moans are telling me that your are enjoying your little foot bath.

I then begin licking my way up the side of your foot, across the arch, and around the heel up to your ankle. You have managed to position yourself around to release my rock hardness that your other toes are tantalizing with the silkiness of your nylon-clad toes.  I continue to lick my way up your shapely calves to these smooth supple thighs. My tongue notices the texture change as the stockings end, and your skin begins. Your toes are alternating between tickling my balls, and caressing the head, which is now drooling and moistening your stocking foot. I am close enough to smell your musky sweet nectar, and my tongue yearns for a taste. To my sheer delight, you have forgotten to don your panties, and I lick my teasing tongue right across your clit. You are now squirming with anticipation. And your knees have now clamped down on my head. The feeling of your nylon feet working my cock, and the musky smell of your womanhood has me spewing precum all over your toes.

I am nuzzling my nose into your clit as I prepare my tongue to scoop out as much of your plentiful juices as I can. I am burning to taste you. My tongue laps at your love hole. sucking up your plentiful juices. Using your juices coated on my tongue, I slide it upwards, and coat your clit with your glorious nectar. The coating on my tongue makes it feel slick and silky against your engorged hood. My tongue begins to work slowly, and then the pace quickens against your clit. Alternating between retrieving more juices, and lashing your swollen womanhood has you on the brink of ecstasy. As my tongue reaches a feverish pace, you have started the crescendo of no return, and your orgasm consumes you.  I pull my head up from your soaking crotch, and my face is covered with your juices. You watch me lick my lips to savor the delicacy.

Even through you orgasm, you continued to tease my cock with your toes. You push me back on the seat, placing me between your two nylon arches. Your one foot is nearly soaked with precum, while the other is drenched with my saliva. I watch intently as the perfect little red toes start pumping up and down on my rod. My oral pleasuring of your goodies has me at the brink of exploding myself.  Your pace has increased, and I can see the muscles in your thighs and calves flex as your feet work their magic. You can sense that I am tensing up, and I am now thrusting in to meet your efforts. As the climax begins, and just as I begin to spurt, you move one foot above the head to diffuse the spewing cum, spreading your toes to allow it to penetrate your stockings. You move the other foot, under the head that has flopped on my stomach, to catch the other streams of cum that I am continuing to spew.

Once I have stopped, you display your toes for me. Both are now coated in my hot cum, and as you spread your toes, I can see the ropes of semen between them. The sight of your luscious toes, coated with my cum, instantly brings my cock back to life. Just then the car pulls up in front of the restaurant. We both straighten up just in time before the driver opens the door. You slip your cum-soaked toes back into your shoes, and we enter the restaurant. You remark how turned on you are feeling the silky smooth cum squishing between your toes. All I can do is grin from ear to ear.