Foot Fetish Fun On The Beach
Published on Saturday, June 16, 2007
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Normally the section of the beach that I sometimes walk upon is pretty deserted. It's one of the reasons that I go there every once in a while, to clear my head, and to enjoy some peace. To get there, one needs to walk down a pretty steep embankment on a trail that's rarely ever used. Like any beach along the California coast, it's public, but evidently not a lot of people know about it because it's so secluded. This particular section is in between a section of private homes, which are high on top of a cliff, but those homeowners hardly ever walk down to the beach because they have their own private areas to use. That's why I can often walk along the beach there, and nine times out of ten I'll find nobody around.

Before I headed back to see if I had been right about that typed message, I stripped myself naked to feel less like a pervert (only real nudists would understand this) in the event that this beautiful woman caught me walking by her. This time when I stopped when I got next to her, and within view of that typed message, which was held in place by a few small rocks in the event that wind might otherwise blow it away. The typeface was in rather large type, so it was easily readible. I was both shocked, and very turned on to read its contents.

It read, "If you can read this message, then you are close
enough to give me a full body massage, starting at my feet,
 and working up to my neck. But ONLY do this if you know
how to give me a really good massage. Not to be rude, but I
don't want to speak to you until after the massage, and ONLY
after you give me a nice finish to my massage. It's a plus if you
have a foot fetish, so enjoy yourself, and make me enjoy YOU!"

I was immediately turned on by the message itself, but most especially because of the reference about having a foot massage. I thought to myself, "Man! Am I the guy for you."

As I sat down at her feet to start the massage, I immediately noticed something quite odd, and I almost got up to leave. But I thought better about it, and stayed where I was. About halfway up the cliff, a flash of light hit me in the face for just a second, and I could see with my peripheal vision that a man was hidden in the bushes. Evidently the flash of light that hit me was the reflection of this man's binoculars. I didn't mind being watched. It kind of turned me on. I assumed that the man was some stranger getting off on what he was seeing, or maybe he was this woman's husband (she was wearing a wedding ring), but I figured that it didn't matter much to me either way. It actually made more sense that this woman had a partner nearby to watch out for her safety. In any event, I soon forgot about him, and started my own foot fetish fun.

At first I simply touched each of her soles, and lightly traced my fingers along every wonderful wrinkle. I love wrinkled soles! then I got right into the massage, first with her feet and toes, and then with the rest of her body. I spent a lot of time at her feet, giving each of her feet a really nice massage, and occasionally she would acknowlege my presence by giving me low moans of approval. When I lifted up her foot to shrimp her toes with my mouth and tongue, she moaned a little more loudly to show that she really enjoyed having each of her toes sucked.

Then I gave the rest of her body a massge, making a point to give her a seriously great massage.

After massaging her entire body, I lifted up her feet again to suck on her toes, but this time I also teased her pussy and clit with my fingers. After getting to know her body a little bit this way, I concentrated on giving her the finish to her massage by stimulating, and massaging her clitoris until I made her cum. I made her cum a few times until she was sopping wet.

Afterwards she said to me, "I can't believe how wonderful that was. You REALLY know how to give a massage!"

Out of curiosity, I asked her, "Don't look up right now, but that man in the bushes about halfway up the cliff, the one whjo has been watching us with his binoculars, is he your husband by change."

"I don't even have to look," she answered back with a laugh. "That would be my husband. He is a hardcore voyeur."

"Cool," I replied back.

"You don't mind?" She asked.

"Not at all. In fact, I find it to be quite a turn-on."

"Listen, if you really want to turn him on, and you have some time, why don't you follow me up to the house, and take advantage of me while he watches." She suggested.

"I'd love to," I answered back with glee.

"Just do me a favor," she said.

"Sure. What is it?" I asked.

"Don't let on that you know he's watching, okay?"

"Sure. No problem. That'll be fun."

So I helped to pack up her things, and we headed up to their house, which was on top of the cliff. On the way up to the house she explained to me the kind of things that turned her husband on, which in turn excited her as well, so I did exactly as she suggested, and role-played the scene as she had more or less described it.

Once in their bedroom, after taking a shower together, I laid her down on the bed, and started making out with her. Following her earlier suggestion, I pretended to discover the padded leather restraints that were secured to each corner of their bed, but to turn her husband on, and to make it exciting for her, I role-played surprising her by "suddenly" securing one of her wrists after the other while she feigned some resistance, which her husband loved. As I had been discreetly told earlier, the more that she struggled against me, the more turned on her husband would get, and the more aroused she would become. Needless to say, I love combining foot fetish fun with bondage fun, so I was having a terrific time.

Before removing her restraints, and enjoying a nice make-out session with her again, I had another long foot fetish session with her where I sucked each of her toes, licked and tickled her soles, and jerked off on her feet. All the while I pretended not to know of her husband's presence. I never did actually see him, but I was certain that he was in the house watching us somehow.

I'm now hoping that she will call me sometime to more or less repeat our foot fetish fun together. Of course, if any of you reading this live in the Los Angeles area, and you want to have similar foot fetish fun, feel free to send a message to my tickleman@hotmail.com address, and we'll discuss the details.