Barbeque Fun
Published on Tuesday, December 4, 2007
This illustrated story
was submitted by Didi.
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With summer here now in Australia, the barbeque
season has started. I was invited over to my friend Debbie’s house the
other week and had a very interesting afternoon. Debbie had just got
back from her Sister’s wedding and wanted to show me the photos they
had taken. Whilst looking through the pile of photos, I noticed some
pictures of female feet which hadn’t been taken out of the pile.
I asked Debbie what they were and she admitted that
Mike had a foot fetish and had taken them.
“Don’t you mind?”
I asked.
“No not really,
that’s his thing. I would be more offended if he was taking pictures of
girls’ breasts!” Debbie replied.
“So are you into
feet then?” I pushed.
“No not at all. I
don’t like my feet being touched. I don’t mind Mike being into feet
though and he understands that I’m not, so I don’t mind him taking the
odd picture or looking at girls’ feet,” she sighed.
“I’ve never
noticed him looking at mine, even though I wear sandals all the time.”
I said, surprised that I hadn’t seen him as I usually notice men
looking.
“Oh he has looked.
He told me he thought your feet were great. I bet you’ll notice him
look now that you are aware of his fetish,” she laughed.
“I don’t mind if
he looks. I quite like men looking at my feet,” I replied
without giving too much away about my own foot fetish.
“Good job really.
He was busted at the wedding staring at the groom’s sister’s feet. She
saw him and commented on it. He denied it, but was very embarrassed,”
Debbie complained. “I’ve
given him strict instructions to be careful from now on.”
Later on whilst we sat outside to eat, Mike sat down opposite me at the
picnic table. Being quite a narrow table when I looked down, I could
see his feet and realised that he would be able to see mine in my
favourite white thongs. I was glad that I’d painted my nails fresh the
night before.
It wasn’t long before he started to stare down at my
feet. So I wiggled my toes and noticed him smile. I then crossed my leg
and started to flap my right foot up and down between his legs. He was
concentrating hard now and I suspect he was getting hard too!
This carried on for a while and although he tried to eat and interact
with the others he regularly glanced down at my foot flapping. He slid
forward slightly and I saw his hand go under the table and it was
obvious he was readjusting he cock. I deliberately dropped my fork, and
as I bent down to look under the table, I was surprised to see that his
cock was sticking out of the left leg of his shorts and it was fully
erect. He was also stroking it with the tip of his thumb.
He hadn’t noticed me drop my plastic fork or that I had seen what he
was up to, so I thought I’d have a bit of fun. I stretched my leg out
and flapped my foot about higher up this time. I felt my sandal catch
onto something as I flapped it. I was looking at Mike to check his
reaction. He just continued to stare down at my flapping foot. He had
brought his hand up back onto the table. I realised that it must be his
cock my sandal sole was flicking, and I was doing his work for him. He
glanced over at me, and I gave him a huge smile. He smiled back. I’m
not sure if he realised at this point that I knew what I was doing. I
suspect that he thought it was just luck that my sandal was stroking
his cock.
I slid further forward and turned my foot slightly to the side, and
began to flap my foot up and down slower, and more deliberate, I felt
my toes flick over his hard cock. He jumped slightly but didn’t move.
He looked over at me again, and this time I winked as I smiled. He had
a surprised look on his face as it dawned on him that I knew what I was
doing. He smiled nervously at me, and pressed his body up to the edge
of the table so that nobody could see what was going on.
I stopped flapping, and probed around with my foot. I managed to get
his cock under my toes between my foot and sandal, and I squeezed. His
cock was very hard. It felt like a piece of wood. It wasn’t very long
or thick, but it was rock hard. I slid my toes down his shaft, and as
my little toe reached the base of his cock, his cock head was under my
big toe. I guessed that his cock was about four inches long. I pressed
my big toe into his cock head, and could feel pre cum ooze out onto my
skin.
I started to move my foot up and down slowly, being careful to keep his
cock between my toes and sandal. It wasn’t long before he started to
throb, so I stopped moving and just squeezed tight. I felt his cock
shudder as he came, and luckily for both of us, his cum seemed to spill
out onto my foot and not spray off in some weird direction. I
moved my foot slowly again to milk him dry, and he just stared at me
and smiled. As his cock started to soften, I pulled my foot away and
looked down at it. There was cum all over my toes, it was very white
and creamy looking.
As soon as I pulled my foot away, he reached under the table to put his
cock away. He then stood up quickly and headed into the house,
obviously to clean himself up. Sarah who was sat next to me whispered
to me
“Ewe, what’s that
funny smell? It smells like cum.”
I said, “I don’t
know. I can’t smell a thing.”
A little while later when I was talking to Debbie standing in the
kitchen, I noticed her look down at my foot. After a few seconds she
said, “You’ve got
something on your toes there Didi.”
I looked down, and saw that Mike’s cum had not dried out completely.
“Oh, I spilled
some mayonnaise on my foot before when we were eating. I though I’d
wiped it all off.”
“If Mike sees
that, he’ll think you’ve got cum on your foot, and he’ll think someone
else has got a thing for your feet!” Debbie laughed.
I giggled and said, “I don’t know who could
have cum on my foot without me noticing!”
Little did she know!
When it was time to leave, I asked Debbie if I could call a taxi to get
home. She wouldn’t hear of it, and quickly offered Mike’s services.
“Mike will give
you a lift, won’t you Mike?” She called over to him.
“No problem,”
Mike replied as he grabbed his car keys off the kitchen bench.
Debbie whispered in my ear, “Watch out for him
staring at your feet on the way home. Don’t let him get distracted!”
“I will. Don’t
worry. I’ll put my bag on top of them so he can’t see them.”
I said my goodbyes, and went out to Mike’s car. As we drove home, he
didn’t say anything. When we pulled up outside my place, I thanked him
for the lift home, and asked him if he wanted to come in for a quick
coffee.
“No thanks. I best
be getting back,” he replied quickly.
“I’ll let you
touch my feet!” I pressed.
“Oh, okay then,
but I can’t stay long. Debbie will worry.”
When we got inside, I sat him down on the couch, and sat next to him.
His eyes were fixed on my feet. I kicked off my sandals, lifted my feet
up, and placed them on his lap. He gently stroked my feet with his
fingers, and as he did so I could see movement in his shorts.
“Why don’t you
take your shorts off?” I asked.
Without saying a word he yanked his shorts down and let them slip down
his legs to the floor. There was his rock hard cock again, standing to
attention as before. He was shaking nervously as his hands continued to
explore my feet.
“Don’t worry Mike,
I know about your foot fetish, and I think it is obvious to you now
that I am also into feet. I won’t say anything to Debbie if you don’t.”
He didn’t reply. He just kept caressing my feet.
I couldn’t resist any longer, so I pushed his hands away and placed my
feet on either side of his cock. I gripped his cock between my soles,
and slowly raised and lowered them. He started to breath really heavily
as soon as my feet touched his cock.
I was impressed by how it felt. His cock was by far the hardest I had
ever touched. It wasn’t much to look at, but it felt great. After a few
moments, pre cum formed at the tip of his cock. I pulled my feet away,
and before he could complain, I bent over and gripped his cock with my
right hand. It was really rock hard. After a few strokes, I fed it into
my mouth and began to suck it. He moaned as I gave him a blow job, and
it wasn’t long before he came in my mouth. He hadn’t cum much this
time, but it tasted great.
I sucked on his cock until it softened, and as I sat upright again, he
quietly thanked me.
He didn’t really say much. He just smiled shyly, and quickly pulled his
shorts up.
“Please don’t say
anything to Debbie.” He pleaded.
“I won’t. Why
would I?” I replied
“I don’t know, but
I love her so much, and wouldn’t want to lose her.”
“I don’t want you
to lose her either.”
I kissed him on the cheek, and sent him on his way. He had been at my
place for less than fifteen minutes.
A little while later, Debbie called me to check that I got home safely.
“Mike behaved
himself didn’t he?” She asked.
“Of course he did.
I didn’t even see him look at my feet.”
“That explains why
he has been so quiet since he got back. He was probably hoping to sneak
a few glances at your feet on the way,” she sighed.
“I covered them
with my bag so he couldn’t,” I lied.
“Thanks Didi. Have
a good night.”
“Thanks Debbie.
Good night.”
This illustrated
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was submitted by Didi.
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