Didi's Festive Camping (Foot) Fun - Part 1

Published on Thursday, January 5, 2011
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I’m Didi, a regular story contributor to greatfeet.com. Those of you that regularly read my stories will know that at this time last year while on a camping trip, I had an unusual experience. My sandals kept getting cum on each night as I left them outside the tent. Eventually by the last morning, they got stolen by the guy who had been leaving cum presents for me. That story was “The Stolen Sandals” which I sent into greatfeet.com along with the next installments as things progressed. I never got the sandals back (that’s for another story), but I gained another footboy (Blake) who I’ve had lots of fun with this past year. If you haven’t read these stories, I’d suggest you do prior to reading this one as they (and maybe some of my earlier stories) explain why I am like I am and the naughty things I’ve been doing with my feet for years now.

As usual, I’ve attached pics of my feet in the sandals described in this story to go with the descriptions.

This year, I’d planned a quiet Christmas break. During the week before Christmas, Blake called me and asked if I wanted to go camping with him from the 26^th to 30^th, which meant I could spend Christmas day with my family and then be back in the city for New Years Eve. He explained it would be just the two of us and he’d planned to go to the south coast for some ‘fresh air and foot sex’! I thought for a few moments before agreeing to go with him. Generally it is a few degrees cooler down there and is a more comfortable 25C (80F) this time of year.

Between us we had all the camping gear we needed, so Blake picked me up early on the 26^th so we could load up his car and head off on the 5 hour journey to the campsite. Of course I was wearing thong sandals (what else!) and had my nails painted my new favourite colour of orange.

Here are a couple of pics of my feet in these awesome bronze thongs.

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As we drove, Blake encouraged me to put my feet up on the dashboard, which I did. He was getting excited looking at my feet, so I advised him to pull into a lay-by about halfway to camp so that I could give him a footjob. I kicked off my sandals and gave one of my expert barefoot footjobs. As soon as I felt his cock throb, I quickly repositioned myself to suck his cock and take his cum into my mouth (I didn’t want him making a mess in his car!).

We arrived just after lunchtime and settled into the campsite. With us both being experienced campers, we’d set up in less than an hour. The site was quiet, mainly families, very few tents, with no sign of groups of younger people as I’d expected. The camp kitchen was empty with most campers being in caravans and trailer tents with their own cooking facilities.

Blake went for a wander around the site and returned disappointed that there were not any single girls around the campsite wearing sandals. He saw lots of youngish mums wearing Crocs or Birkenstocks, some with nice feet, but Blake hates these types of sandals so said he wasn’t turned on by any of them.

After eating at the camp kitchen, just the two of us, we went back to the tent to have noisy sex (no other campers near to our tent to disturb). I made Blake cum by riding him roughly on the blow up mattress; he came a lot as always. We fell asleep early and woke early the next morning for our planned hiking trip.

After breakfast we headed off to climb a nearby mountain which happens to be the highest in the state at about 3,500 ft. We had both done it before and it is an enjoyable hike of about 3 ½ hours. Blake persuaded me to take along my thong sandals and for me to wear them for the last couple of hundred metres of the climb, with a promise to suck my toes and lick my feet at the top. I agreed I would take them along.

As we got to within about 20 minutes of the peak, Blake asked me if I would change into my sandals. I was hot and could feel my feet were hot and sweaty in my hiking boots, so I relented and sat on a rock to make the change. Just as I’d put my boots away in my backpack and stood up in my thong sandals, a small group of experienced hiking women (judging by their clothing and boots) came down from the peak and passed by us. They all looked down at my feet, none said anything, they all frowned at my feet and the last two even shook their heads disapprovingly.  I smiled at Blake and he laughed out loud.

On we went. I had only walked a couple of metres and was slipping around quite badly in the sandals. I’ve always liked that feeling of sweaty feet slipping in sandals, but in the instance I thought better of it. I told Blake that I’d have to let the sweat dry out on my feet before trying again. It was too dangerous with damp feet and I didn’t want to break an ankle or worse. I kicked off the sandals and put my feet onto a large rock that had been in the sun all morning. It was warm and felt great on my tired feet. Blake couldn’t resist scooping up and licking the fresh foot sweat from the insoles of my sandals as I warmed my feet on the rock. I could see the reaction in his shorts as he enjoyed the taste of my foot sweat.

We had to wait a few extra minutes for his saliva to dry on my insoles. As soon as I was sure my feet were dry and the saliva had evaporated from my sandals, I slipped them on again and we continued up the path to the top. Blake’s hard on remained for the rest of the climb, reinforced by him watching my feet in action more than the path!

I made it even though I struggled at times on the steep rock pathway especially climbing over the boulders close to the peak, the sandal soles having no grip to speak of and my feet were slipping quite badly at times out of the sandals. I felt the warm ground under the outer edge of my big and little toes as they slipped out the side of the sandals on a number of occasions. Luckily the design of the sandal sole meant that the tips my toes were well protected from direct damage. I managed it though and felt quite liberated in doing it in such inappropriate footwear. I had made it unharmed, no damage to my feet apart from some dirt on my toes and only a few minor scratches to the sandals.

Of course at the top, Blake fulfilled his promise. We sat close to the peak and sheltered behind a big rock out of the wind. Blake slipped off my sandals and surprisingly, my feet looked quite clean even apart from my outer toes which had touched dirt. He then licked and sucked my tired feet all over making me the highest person in the state that day to have her toes sucked!

Naturally, I got excited as he expertly sucked on my toes, especially as he told me they tasted wonderful. His erection was unmistakable through his shorts, having been raging for probably half an hour as he first watched my feet climbing, then having sucked and licked them. So I decided to give him a treat.

I pulled down Blake’s shorts to reveal his cock (it is gorgeous, extremely thick and always very hard which more than makes up for its compact length of about 5 inches). Kneeling in front of him, I could see the bulging veins of his shaft fully engorged, his cockhead was purple and shiny in the faint sunlight through the mist. I couldn’t resist so I gave Blake a blowjob, his cock was as hard as I’ve ever felt it and hot too. As I licked and sucked his cock, he licked my sandals thoroughly.

I sucked him energetically for a few minutes before moving on to a barefoot footjob high up in the silence and mist. No other climbers had arrived while we’d been at the top so I continued my footjob. I felt his cock throb so I asked for my sandals back. I quickly slipped them on and finished him off while in the sandals so I could catch as much cum as possible. With all of our sexual activity the day before, he didn’t cum much at all. I caught most of it on the tops of my feet, but Blake slipped his cockhead under the toes of my right foot and squirted the last few drops into my sandal with me as I squeezed down hard with my toes on his fat cockhead. As I released the pressure, I noticed I’d left nail indentations in his smooth skin - it looked like my second toenail had even broken the skin.

I decided to leave his cum all over my feet and chose not to lick it off as I normally would, although I did suck Blake’s cock clean, checking to see if I’d made him bleed (which I hadn’t) before he returned it (still semi-hard) to his shorts.

I tried the descent in the cummy sandals but didn’t get far, my right foot was slipping and sliding around every time I put it down, clearly Blake had cum under my toes more than I’d at first realised. Stepping over a larger rock, I felt the toe-post dig in hard between my toes and I half expected it to snap under the strain. My foot twisted in the sandal and all of my toes except the big one touched the bare rock. I decided action had to be taken, so I sat on a large rock to lick off his cum from my right foot and sandal before trying again.

Once my foot and sandal were dryer, we continued down, this time I got much further, in fact about a third of the way down until we reached some loose scree. We passed a couple of older guys just before we got to the scree and they both stared at my sandaled feet and smiled with a confused look on their faces. I heard one say to the other “Did you see that girl climbing in sandals?” -  They were out of earshot before the other replied, so I have no idea what he said. Blake again laughed out loud, this time I joined in. I decided the scree was too dangerous, so I changed back into my socks and walking boots. By then Blake’s cum had dried up and only salt like stains remained on the tops of my feet.

Blake had got excited all over again with the guys mentioning my sandaled feet. He briefly pulled his shorts down to show me his erect cock. He asked if he could take one of my sandals the rest of the way down perched on his cock. I thought that would be funny, so I handed him the left one as I took it off to put my boots back on. By the time I’d got my boots tied and the right sandal stowed in my backpack, Blake had taken off his shorts and boxer shorts and had then slipped his shorts back on. His cock was out through the fly standing to full attention.

I couldn’t believe he was standing there part way up a popular mountain track with his cock out for all to see and was licking my left sandal all over. The joy on his face was unmistakable.

I bent over him and give his cock a quick suck before grabbing the sandal away from his face and slipping it over his cock. He pushed his cock through the big toe opening of my left sandal and then pulled the ankle strap tight around his balls. It looked rather silly, but quite cute. His cock seemed to be more swollen than I’d ever seen it before.

We started down again, me slightly in front of Blake, him walking closely behind me with his erect cock sticking out and my sandal tightly bound to it. We passed a number of people as we got closer to the bottom, each time Blake got very close behind me so they couldn’t see his cock sticking out. As he did this I reached back and gave his cock head a squeeze. A few times when the track was clear, I turned around and gave his cockhead a quick kiss or lick or gentle bite. It seemed to swell to bursting point each time I made contact with it. Pre-cum seemed to be permanently formed at the tip.

As we approached the lower reaches of the descent, the path became smooth and was partly asphalted. As the going got easier, I decided that I wanted to finish the descent in my sandals (especially if by chance, the disapproving ladies were still at the car park at the bottom!).Blake was still hard with my left sandal strapped to his cock and we’d got quite a way without anyone noticing his strange attire.

I told Blake of my plan and he smiled with encouragement. I asked for the sandal back, but he pulled away in mock defiance. His cock looked so hard and so vulnerable with my sandal keeping it erect.  I had a quick look around and seeing nobody nearby, I again got down on my knees and sucked his cockhead into my mouth. It was a tough blowjob to give, with little movement due to the sandal, but he came in my mouth after only a few minutes. I gently released the straps from around his balls and carefully slipped the sandal off his cock. Just as the sandal was clear, more cum flowed freely out of his cockhead and down his shaft, I gave him a rough handjob to make sure his cock was empty before licking it clean. I even tucked away his cock for him.

Having regained my left sandal, I swapped back into my sandals for the remainder of the descent. I was glad that I did. As we approached the car park, I noticed the disapproving ladies sitting on a bench eating sandwiches. I couldn’t resist walking closely by them as we headed back to Blake’s car. I loudly commented to Blake “That was too easy in sandals, next time I think I’ll do it in heels or barefoot”.

Blake struggled to contain his laugher and just replied with “Maybe you should”.

During the drive back to the campsite, I slipped off my sandals to check for damage. They didn’t look in good condition, especially the right one. The toe post looked like it could snap at any moment. Both sandals had excessive wear to the outer soles and both had lots of scratches and marks to the shiny bronze leather to the edge of the insoles. I had after all kicked a few smaller rocks on the way down. The thong and ankle straps also appeared to be stretched more than before.

When we arrived back at the campsite we noticed two fresh arrival tents close to our own. Blake got excited at the prospect of maybe some girls, feet and sandals. I got a little jealous so as soon as we got into the tent I yanked down his shorts to suck on his cock again. Just as I crouched down in front of him and my right foot strained against the thong straps, the toe-post gave way, finally snapping as I’d feared.

I felt it go and we both heard it. That didn’t stop me from sucking down on his cock again and blowing him until he came in my mouth. This time he came very little (three times within a couple of hours has that effect!). Naturally Blake felt the need to return the favour and gave my feet a gentle massage before licking my soles and sucking my toes.

I still felt some jealousy thinking of him enjoying other girls and their feet to the point where I felt that I had to make him want and need me (and my feet), even though we were only really ‘friends with benefits’.

Below are some more pics in these now sadly deceased sandals. I’ve even attached a few snow shots I took while in England in the winter a couple of years ago.

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This story is far from over. More foot related fun happened to us on our short but adventurous camping trip. I will send in the next part as soon as I’ve finished writing it up. 8 pages is enough for now!

A quick taster of what else happened: Me having to wear my spare thong sandals, other girls wearing sandals, my jealousy stretched to breaking point and lots more action for Blake’s amazing cock.

Didi.