Hi, it’s me - Didi, again. After a few months off from contributing to greatfeet.com, I finally got around to finishing writing up part 4 of my festive camping fun story. It would appear that my absence from greatfeet.com was noticed by my fans. I’ve had some great feedback via email which as always I encourage my fans to do.

 

Thanks to greatfeet.com, I’ve got quite a few regular correspondents who ask me to write about more of my foot adventures. As I’ve told them, I won’t write about every time I have fun with my feet, because it wouldn’t always make exciting reading. Although I’m sure there will bound to be future adventures worth writing about, not every foot related incident is worth the time writing it up. This led to one fan asking me to write about something that may be exciting to my fans, even if it happened a long time ago, so long as it involved my feet naturally!

 

That’s where this strangely titled story comes from. After wracking my brains for something exciting to read about, I remembered about the incident that led to the breakup of my relationship with my then boyfriend VL. And yes I blame my sandals. You see, if you wear distinctive sandals and your boyfriend is a foot fetishist, then maybe it’s not such a good idea to plan to have a sexual indiscretion with another guy in a public place - especially if your feet can be seen as you’re involved in said indiscretion! Even worse if it turns out to be with more than one guy!

 

So, which sandals cost me my relationship, well, they were my all-time favourite patent red leather thongs:

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I loved those sandals, I even cried when I finally accepted defeat in the quest to repair them for about the 50^th time and I had to throw them away. Just look at how cute they were and how pretty my feet looked in them:

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They were one of the first pairs of thong sandals I ever owned - I’ve previously written about that in my story Didi – my story - the history behind a foot slut part 3.

 

I wore them a lot over the years and they went with red, purple and black nails perfectly.

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So, as you can see from the above pictures, they were quite distinctive.

If you’ve read my previous stories, you’ll know all about VL, he was my first long term boyfriend, the first guy to receive a footjob from me and although we are still friends (foot friends too), our relationship was based mainly on passion, lust and a sexual desire for each other. He was probably just a bit too obsessed with my feet for us to have a long lasting relationship. And because we were so sexually active, trying different things including a couple of threesomes, sex in public places and other naughty things, I became a virtual nymphomaniac (and a terrible flirt).

I worked for the blood donor service for a number of years, starting when VL and I were still together. The problem was, a lot of the donors were guys, some of them quite hot guys! I loved flirting with them as I took their blood. I’ve previously written about my ‘fuck-buddy’ Damien in my story ‘Didi and the truckers’ who I met when he gave blood. We had and still do occasionally, a casual, sex only relationship on the side, starting when I was still with VL (I suppose you’d call it an affair at the time!). Damien got me interested by telling me about his body piercings, I wanted to know where on his body they where and as soon as I found out his cockhead was pierced, I just had to find out how that felt. I fucked him the day I met him, as soon as my shift finished, we ended up fucking on the back seat of his car.

So, I’d become a bit of a slut. I felt guilty, but I was desperate for as much excitement as I could get, I’d have pretty much done anything at the time, even though VL and I fucked like rabbits every time we got together!

Then on another occasion during a blood donor drive at a shopping mall, I met Andy. We flirted with each other as he donated. I thought he was hot and he told me I was gorgeous. He kept telling me, that his cock was the cutest cock ever and that I should see it. We ended up agreeing to get together for some naughty fun just as he left to go back to work. As it happened he was working on a shop fit-out in the shopping mall and was going to be there for a few more days. I was due to have a day off from work two days later. We arranged to meet at the shopping mall to do something really naughty. I agreed that I’d give him a blowjob right there in the shopping mall. He said it was too busy in the shop he was working in and we both agreed that the toilets were out of the question. Then he suddenly came up with an idea.

“There’s a Photo booth on the upper level near the cinema entrance” he told me.

After mentally picturing it, I replied “That would be fun, if we can get away with it” thinking how easy it would be to come and go without anyone really noticing us, especially as it was near the exit to the upper level car park.

“We’ll have to do it after 9:30 once the mall is open” he said.

“So, 10 a.m. it is then” I replied “I’ll get there just before ten and I’ll get into the booth”

“How will I know you’re there?” He asked.

“I’ll wear my bright red thong sandals with red toenails, you’ll be able to see them below the curtain” I replied, thinking I was being smart at the time.

So, it was arranged, I was going to suck a guy’s cock, who I’d only just met, in one of the largest and busiest shopping malls in the city – and I was going to do it in a photo booth near a busy thoroughfare. I knew he’d be able to confirm it was me in there, because my distinctive sandals would be a good marker for him. I didn’t think anyone passing by would be looking for how many pairs of feet there were below the curtain, so I thought we’d get away with it, without anyone finding out.

Here’s another shot of my sandals with red nails, just as I wore that day:

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VL loved it when I wore those sandals. We didn’t live together, but every time he came around to my place and I was wearing them, he’d get down on his knees and kiss my feet. If I didn’t wear them for a while, he’d ask me to put them on, the next time we planned to see each other. He’d beg me to wear them with red nails. I used to wear other colour nails just to frustrate him. Although that never stopped him drooling over them!

My day off came around and I got myself ready for my sexy photo booth blowjob session with Andy. My nails were already red (quite recently done if I remember rightly). I slipped on my sexy red thongs and put on a short red and white dress I had at the time. I looked cute, but not trashy. The dress was tight fitting and looked really good on me, it supported my breasts too, so I didn’t need a bra with it. 

I drove to the shopping mall, just before ten. I went up the ramp and found a car parking space quite close to the entrance to the upper level cinema area. The car park was quite quiet with it being close to the mall opening time.

I walked through the entrance and immediately saw the photo booth. There were vending machines to one side and a clear walkway the other side. Opposite, there was a coffee shop, that was open, but there were no customers sat there. I got a little bit concerned at the time, that if people sat at the table right at the front of the coffee shop and they looked over to the photo booth, they may notice if there were two people in it. I almost walked away, but I was excited and was keen to play with Andy’s cock.

I pulled back the curtain of the photo booth and was surprised at how much space there was in it. I was expecting it to be really tight for space, but there was plenty of room for a naughty blowjob session. I sat down and placed my bag behind the seat. I pulled the curtain over and pushed my left foot out to the side, so that Andy would be able to see it clearly when he arrived.

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He was late, but he turned up a few minutes after ten. I saw a pair of work boots appear below the curtain and he quietly asked “Is that you in there Didi?”

 

“Yes, it’s me” I replied.

 

He pulled the curtain back and moved into the booth with me. He quickly pulled the curtain closed behind him.

 

“It’s quiet out there, I don’t think anyone saw me” he stated “There’s a guy stood by the entrance, but he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me”

 

“I hope you’re right” I said nervously.

 

“So what are we going to do?” he asked.

 

“Well we’re not here for a friendly chat, so I suggest you drop your shorts” I said sternly.

 

He quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. They just fell to the floor of the booth with a thud. His pockets must have had heavy things in them.

 

“Are you crazy?” I said “That’s exactly the way to draw attention to us”

 

“Don’t worry, no-one is looking for two people having sex in a photo booth” he said trying to reassure me.

 

I could see his cock through his under shorts. It wasn’t erect at that point though, which frustrated me a bit. I grabbed hold of both sides of his waist band and pulled his under shorts down. His semi-erect cock was unremarkable other than it being circumcised. It was the first ‘cut’ cock I’d ever seen. I reached out with my hands, tickling his balls with my left and gently stroking his cock with my right. He quickly got hard. He was right, his cock was cute, average in length at maybe 6 inches long, but it wasn’t very thick. It was quite hard. But I’ve had harder, longer, thicker and cuter before and certainly since then.

 

“What do you think?” He asked.

 

“It’s very cute” I replied.

 

“Do you want to suck it?” He asked.

 

I didn’t reply, I just leaned forward, slipped it in my mouth and started sucking it. It did feel nice without the foreskin, I must admit. I sucked on it for ages, to the point that I wondered if he was ever going to cum. Suddenly, I heard a disturbing noise. It was my mobile phone ringing in my bag. I spat out his cock and quickly reached for my phone and grabbed it. I didn’t want anyone to pay any attention to the photo booth. I stupidly answered it.

 

“Hello?” I quietly said into the phone.

 

“Hi Darling, how are you?” The voice said – it was VL of all people.

 

“Fine, are you ok?” I asked in return.

 

“Yeah, good, you sound a bit strange” he replied

 

“I was just eating” I replied looking up and smiling at Andy.

 

He smiled back down at me, his cock still erect right in front of my face. I quickly sucked back onto it, to stop it from softening.

 

“Ah” he replied “What are you eating?”

 

“A sausage” I said, saying the first thing that came into my head as I spat Andy’s cock out for a second time. Andy had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.

“Oh, right. I was going to pop into the shopping centre for a coffee, do you fancy meeting me over there?”

 

“Ok, that would be nice, when?” I replied before sucking down on Andy’s cock again.

 

“In about half an hour, I’ll see you at the coffee shop by the cinema if you can make it”

 

Just as I was about to speak again, Andy came in my mouth without warning. I swear his cock didn’t even pulse, there was just a mouthful of cum where seconds before, there was none.

 

“Are you still there?” VL asked, sounding concerned.

 

I swallowed Andy’s cum and spat his cock out again. “Yes, sorry, I was just chewing on a really juicy bit” I said. This time I had to bite my own lip.

 

“So, will you meet me?” VL asked again.

 

“Yeah, I’ll see you there” I replied, hanging up the phone.

 

I sucked Andy’s cock again, getting even more cum out of it. Once satisfied that I’d emptied his balls, I released his cock from my mouth and asked him “How did you do that?”

 

“What?” he asked puzzled.

 

“Cum without warning” I replied, a little bit annoyed, but feeling very excited “It could have gone everywhere!”

 

“I don’t know” he replied before continuing “I suppose I was just really excited. You’re a sexy girl, you sucked me really well and I’ve never had a blowjob from a girl as she spoke on the phone at the same time”.

 

“That was my boyfriend” I replied looking up at him.

 

“Shit, I thought it was just a friend, wow you are very naughty” he said grinning at me as he pulled his under shorts and shorts back up.

 

“I know and one day, I’ll get caught” I replied laughing.

 

“Does he know you go out sucking cocks on your day off?” He asked rather crudely.

 

“Of course he knows, he loves knowing I go out and eat cum all day! But really, I haven’t told him, so I doubt it!” I said laughing again.

 

“What did he want?” Andy asked.

 

“He wants to meet me at that coffee shop out there in half an hour” I said, still giggling as I did so.

“Fucking hell, that could have got messy” he replied.

 

“I know, luckily he’s not here yet” I said.

 

“So what are you going to do while you wait?” He asked.

 

“Not sure. Why?” I asked back suspiciously.

 

“Well, my apprentice Jason, should be out there, I told him to wait 5 mnutes the stand near the vending machines to keep an eye on things, to make sure we weren’t caught” He said with a knowing look on his face.

 

“What? You mean you told someone what we were planning?” I asked, almost horrified.

 

“He’s alright, he’s a good bloke” he said trying to vouch for him.

 

“So why tell me now?” I asked, puzzled.

 

“Well, the thing is, he’s a virgin and I was just wondering….” He trailed off.

 

“Absolutely not” I said sternly, “I may be naughty, but I’m not that naughty”

 

“Oh he’s not that young, he’s 20” he replied trying to persuade me.

 

“That’s not the problem, I can’t just become a photo booth cock sucking production line” I said, realising that it sounded amusing just as I said it.

 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. Thanks Didi, you were amazing, oh and I forgot to say, I like your distinctive sandals” He quickly exited the booth just slipping out without really pulling the curtain back.

 

Just as he left the booth, feeling all excited, I for some unknown reason, maybe because he’d complimented my sandals, called after him “Send him in then”

 

It was nearly a minute later when the curtain was pulled back and there was a guy I’d never seen before stood right in front of me in the booth, the curtain already closed behind him.

 

“Hi” he said awkwardly, smiling down at me “Sorry for keeping you waiting”.

 

“Hi” I replied “Trying to pluck up the courage were you?”

 

“Not really” he replied sounding very nervous, “I was waiting down by the toilets, trying to be stealthy”

 

“Ever had a blowjob?” I asked smiling up at his face.

 

“No, I’ve had a couple of handjobs from girls, but never any more than that” he said smiling at me.

“Well, I think I can do more than a lousy handjob” I replied reaching out and undoing his belt for him.

 

I lowered his shorts down slowly and carefully to avoid a repeat of the noise Andy’s shorts had made when they hit the floor. His cock looked erect already through his under shorts. I pulled them down to reveal his cock. I remember his cock well, because it was quite unusual. It had an extreme curve to it back towards his body. Front on it was straight, but side on it curved like a banana. I remember that his foreskin covered his cockhead, because I had to pull it down to fully reveal it with my hand. His cockhead was unremarkable once revealed, it was quite rounded and the same thickness as his shaft. Other than that, it was a little more than average length at about 7 inches and average girth I suppose.

 

For you foot lovers, (bored with blowjob tales) here’s another pic of my feet in the red thongs:

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“I’m going to suck it” I told him as I gripped his cock tightly in my hand. It was very hard from what I remember.

 

“I’d like you to ride it, but sucking would be perfect too!” he replied, all confident suddenly.

 

“Cheeky, bastard” I said, feeling very horny, before continuing “Never had a blowjob hey! Now you want me to ride you?”

 

“Yes please. That would be amazing” he politely replied

 

“Well, I’ve never seen a cock so curved before, so I may as well see how it feels” I added, before sucking down on his cock.

 

“Wow, that feels so good” He said sounding genuinely happy.

 

I remember sucking energetically on his cock and quite enjoying it. In fact I enjoyed it more than sucking Andy’s, it was certainly harder. I was careful not to get too carried away though, as I’d promised to ride him and I wanted to feel his curved cock in me.

 

Strangely as I was sucking him, I began thinking about our feet and if they were clearly visible under the curtain. I knew that if anyone was paying attention to the photo booth, they’d see my left foot pointing one way and Jason’s right foot pointing in the opposite direction towards me. I slid my foot further forward to try to obscure his feet.

 

Here’s a close up of my left foot (and with red nails) in these thongs:

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After a while, I let go of his cock and stood up.

 

“Swap places” I told him “I’m going to ride you now”.

 

We carefully manoeuvred around each other so that he was sat down and I was stood in front of him with my back to him. I thought to myself ‘try it this way first, if it’s no good, I’ll face him’. I raised my dress and pulled down my knickers as far as my ankles. I lowered my backside towards him and sat down on his lap facing away from him. I then pulled my knickers past my feet and put them safely away in my bag.

 

Then I reached back and gripped his cock, pulling it away from his body so that his cockhead was pointing directly towards me. I then raised myself up and moved back slightly so that I was directly over his cock. I slowly lowered myself and forced his cock into my pussy. I was surprised at how wet I was, pleased too - because I could feel the extreme curve of his cock with it only half way in.

 

I gently bounced up and down as quietly as I could. It felt good, but strange, almost painful, clearly hitting spots that had never been hit before! Looking down I noticed that as I bounced around, my toes were scrunched up in my thongs. I started to hope that no-one was looking in our direction, as my scrunched toes would definitely give the game away.

 

“Oh wow, that is the best thing I’ve ever felt” whispered Jason in my ear.

 

“I’m not sure I can finish you like this, it’s starting to hurt” I responded, genuinely struggling with how it felt in me.

 

“What’s the problem?” he asked sounding upset.

 

“The curve is causing your head to press into a painful spot” I replied.

 

“Well, why don’t you turn around so it points the other way?” he asked sensibly, clearly wanting to find a solution so that I’d keep riding him.

 

I didn’t need any further prompting. I quickly stood up and turned around to face him. I straddled his knees and this time he helped me by holding his cock and pointing it towards my pussy. I lifted my dress again and as before, slowly lowered myself down onto his cock. This time it felt much better, as I bottomed out, it hit a sweater spot that actually felt really good. I began moving around faster and more energetically.

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The picture above is one of my foot in these thongs, as I was getting myself all excited in another sexual encounter.

 

After a few minutes I realised that it would be obvious to anyone even glancing in our direction, what we were up to. Although only the lower part of my right calf would be visible, my foot was pointing the wrong way and I was up on my toes. I should imagine to a foot fetishist that it would have been a great view of my foot.

 

“I’m going to cum” Jason suddenly whispered.

 

“Not in me, you’re not” I said, quickly jumping off his cock. I wouldn’t be able to explain that one away, if his cum had dribbled back out of my pussy.

 

“I’m about to blow” Jason added, sounding quite panicky.

 

There was nothing else I could do to stop him from cumming everywhere. I had no option but to squat down and take his cock back into my mouth. As soon as I got my lips around it, he came with a gush. It was warm and thick and filled my mouth. I struggled to swallow it as he continued to cum. I knew every second I was squatted down, that the chances of getting caught were getting more likely. I knew that not only my right foot, but now my backside would be visible below the curtain.

 

Here’s another view of my right foot in these sexy thongs.

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As soon as I was sure that he wasn’t going to cum anymore, I reached behind the seat, grabbed my bag, stood up and got out of the booth as quickly as I could. I didn’t say a further word to Jason and I didn’t hear him say anything to me. I pulled the curtain closed again to hide him from view and I quickly headed off towards the toilets.

 

That’s when my heart sank. VL was walking the other way towards me. I started to walk faster towards him. He smiled as I approached him.

 

“I’m dying for the loo” I said, “I’ll see you back at the coffee shop”

 

“OK, usual?” he said as I rushed past him.

 

“That’ll do” I replied relieved that he didn’t force the issue and try to kiss me. He would have smelt cum on my breath immediately.

 

I went into the toilet and washed my hands. I bought some femme fresh wipes from the vending machine and I used them to freshen up my pussy before putting my knickers back on. I washed my mouth out with lots of water and then I searched through my handbag for mints. Luckily I found a small tube of mints with just two left in it. I popped both in my mouth and chewed them quickly as I headed back towards the coffee shop and VL.

 

Here’s another view of my sexy thongs:

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When I got back to the coffee shop, VL was already sat down in one of the booths towards the front of the shop with our coffees on the table. He was sat facing into the shop, so I slipped in opposite him looking out toward the mall. It was then that I noticed how clearly I could see the photo booth. There was someone in it as well, and I could tell it was a woman, because I could clearly see her stiletto sandaled left foot under the curtain. ‘Shit’ I thought to myself, ‘If I can see her so clearly, then anyone paying attention could have seen me’. Looking closer, I could actually see her red toenails and the bottom of what looked like a long black frilly skirt.

 

“So how was your morning, been up to much?” asked VL.

I thought for a moment, not knowing whether to make out I’d done nothing at all, or whether to be funny.

 

“Oh, you know, been on the phone to the Prime Minister!” I replied, opting for the funny line.

 

“Really?” VL replied before adding “I hope you didn’t have a mouth full of sausage when you spoke to him!”

 

I froze slightly, then remembered that I’d told VL I was eating a sausage as I sucked Andy’s sausage.

 

“Haha” was all I could muster.

 

“Anything else?” VL pushed

 

“No, talking to PM was all I had time for” I continued the funny line, before adding “Apart from eating a late breakfast”

 

“Oh, that’s right, sausage” VL said, looking quite seriously at me, “Is that all you had?”

 

I was a bit concerned by his line of questioning, but before I could stop myself, I replied “I had a banana as well”.

 

“Phallic symbols all round then!” VL replied.

 

“I suppose” I replied sheepishly. I then noticed that he was looking down under the table at my feet. I wiggled my toes for him and noticed a smile on his face.

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The above pic shows a slight toe wriggle.

I think I’d managed to distract him from his line of ominous sounding questions. I began to wonder whether he somehow knew what I’d done. The fact he positioned himself so that I could clearly see the photo booth and he was asking questions about what I’d had in my mouth.

 

“I love it when you wear those sandals” He suddenly said, before adding with a wink “Do you want to see what effect they’ve had on my phallic symbol?”

 

I smiled at him and noticed his right hand was below the table. I quickly looked around before leaning sideways to look under the table. I saw that he’d sneakily undone his flies and he’d pulled his erect cock out. He was gently stroking it. I sat upright again smiled at him and raised my left foot up toward his cock.

 

“I love the effect my feet have on you” I said as I probed around trying to make contact with his cock, I felt my toes flick past his cockhead.

 

“If you carry on like that, then the effect could turn into an incident” He said smiling at me.

 

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant.

 

“Your feet may get splashed with cum!” he said.

 

“I’d like that” I replied, genuinely excited by the thought. So I placed both feet on the edge of his bench seat right in front of his cock.

 

Here’s another view of my foot in these thongs:

He seemed to be fully concentrating on my feet at this point, his eyes focused down. With no noticeable movement, but his hand still out of view below the table edge, I knew he was stroking his cock. I looked over his shoulder and saw the lady whose feet were visible below the photo booth curtain. She was waiting by the dispenser for her pictures to come out. She was in fact wearing a long floaty black skirt and although now out in the open, I couldn’t make out any more detail to her foot or sandal. ‘Shit, that means that even a glance would have been enough for someone to have seen my foot pointing the wrong way’ I thought, worryingly.

 

I looked back at VL and he was smiling at me “What are looking at?” he asked.

 

“Oh nothing, just thought I recognised somebody” I replied not convincingly.

 

He looked over his shoulder, before asking “The girl by the photo booth?”

 

“Yes, I think she may be a regular blood donor” I replied coming up with the lie all too easily.

 

“Oh right” he said still looking over his shoulder towards her “She’s got nice feet” he added casually.

 

“Is that so?” I replied getting really worried now “How can you tell from here?”

 

“Well her sandals are very revealing and I can see she’s got pretty red toenails” He stated confidently.

 

“I didn’t realise you were that observant” I said, really starting to worry.

 

“Oh, you know me, I’m a sucker for a pretty foot” he said still looking over his shoulder at the lady.

 

“Well there’s two pretty feet right here, and I thought you wanted to cum on them” I said, trying to get him to focus.

 

He turned back towards me and smiled, before looking back down again. I then felt something warm and soft being rubbed gently across the tops of my toes – I knew it was his cockhead. As he rubbed it over my left big toe I flexed my smaller toes up leaving a gap between them and the sandal. VL took the bait and quickly slipped his cockhead into the gap and slowly slid his cock side to side. It was a nice sensation as it passed under each toe.

 

“Squeeze?” he asked quietly.

 

So I did, I clenched my toes and squashed his cockhead down into my sandal sole.

 

“Harder”, he demanded.

 

So I did as he asked and squeezed as hard as I could. I could feel my toenails dig into the soft flesh of his cockhead. I was watching his face for a reaction - he just smiled whilst still looking down into his crotch.

“I don’t think I can make you come like this” I whispered, my toes still clenched down into his cockhead

 

“Probably not, but it feels good” he replied before adding “Squeeze as hard as you can, I want you to ruin my cock”

 

Here’s another view of my feet in these sexy thongs:

I released my toes slightly, slid my foot slightly further forward and clenched my toes again. This time I could feel his entire cockhead under my toes. My nails were dug into the rim of his cockhead. I pressed down as hard as I could, released the pressure, then repeated again.  

 

“Do you know what?” VL asked.

 

“What?” I replied concentrating on what I was doing with my toes, but still monitoring his face for his reactions.

 

“You could make me cum like that!” He replied.

 

I kept repeating the same motion. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release…then, I felt the first signs of a pulsing sensation. His cock was gently throbbing to my actions.

 

“Oh Baby, cum for me” I encouraged.

 

“Make me” he demanded.

 

“I will” I replied excitedly taking his challenge.

The above pic shows just how pretty my feet looked in these sandals.

I carried on with the squeeze, release, squeeze, release, doing it quicker and firmer than before.  His cock was really starting to throb. I felt the first signs of cum as a little pre-cum oozed out of his cock. He started to look redder in the face. His cock throbbed more violently. I slowed down the squeeze, release, getting gentler as I did so.

 

Then, as I tried to squeeze down once more, his cock wasn’t there. VL was smiling broadly. Then suddenly warm cum was spraying across the top of my feet. First the left foot, then the right, evenly spread. I could feel it all over the tops of my feet and starting to run between my toes too. Then he started rubbing his cockhead over my toes, smearing the last of his cum on them.

 

He smiled up at me, reached for a napkin from the table and without looking down, he wiped his cock and wrestled it back into his fly, I heard the zip as he pulled it up.

 

“Thanks for that, it was just what I needed” he said before continuing “I really have to make a move and get back to work”.

 

“Really?” I asked “Don’t you want to watch me lick your cum from my feet?” I added smiling.

 

“You don’t need me there to get cum in your mouth” he replied, smiling, but with a strange look on his face.

 

“What do you mean?” I asked shocked at his statement.

 

“Nothing, I’ve really got to go” he replied, pushing my shins away, so he could slide out of the booth. He then quickly got up and dashed out of the coffee shop without looking back. He didn’t kiss me, or say goodbye. I was a little shell shocked by his sudden departure.

 

I looked down at my feet, now back on the floor. They were covered in his cum, it really was all over them. As I stared down at them, it dawned on me that he must have seen me in the photo booth. His strange comments, his sudden exit and his detailed observations of the girl using the photo booth as we drank our coffee, pointed to nothing else. He’d seen me, there was no doubt.

 

I decided to find out. I tried ringing his mobile phone. He didn’t answer. Then I had an idea – I’d ask the Barista. Without even dealing with the cum all over my feet, I got up and walked over to the counter.

 

“Hi” I said nervously.

 

“Hi” he replied “Is there anything else I can get you?”

 

“No, I’m fine thanks” I replied, before continuing “Did you see the guy I had coffee with?”

 

“Yes” he replied with a little bit of suspicion.

 

“Well, was he here earlier than me?” I asked sounding quite nervous again.  

 

“Yes, he got the coffees before I saw you sit down with him” he replied almost sarcastically.

 

“No, I mean earlier than that, did you see him hanging around prior to that?” I probed further.

 

“Well now you mention it, yes I did” He replied without elaborating.

 

“Please continue” I pleaded.

 

“Well he first came in about an hour ago. He got a takeaway Latte, but then sat at the table in my entrance over there” he pointed to the table that was positioned halfway in the mall walkway, halfway into the coffee shop. I looked around and then back at the Barista. “He was facing out towards the mall. He did get up a couple of times and went outside. I could see he was on his phone through my side windows”. I looked around and could see the car park and the main entrance into the mall through the side windows. “Then he sat back down, still facing the other way”.

 

“Then what?” I asked.

 

“I didn’t really pay that much attention to be honest. The next thing I knew, he was here at the counter ordering two coffees to have here”. He replied clearly wondering why all of this was so important to me.

 

“Ok, thanks” I replied, not wanting to explain myself, I turned quickly and headed out to my car.

 

It was only as I unlocked the door, I looked down and saw his cum still partially wet, all over my feet. I hadn’t even felt it seeping between my toes as I had walked back to my car in a daze. I was physically shaking.

 

I tried to put all the pieces together in my mind. His dramatic exit now made sense. He’d obviously seen my feet in the booth, after all he was a foot guy and he’d recognise my feet hundreds of metres away. By the timing of his phone calls, he must have at least seen Andy leave the booth and Jason enter it. But then I started to wonder.  ‘How was he there at the same time as me and me not see him?’, ‘How did I not see his van outside?’, How did he resist the temptation to rip the curtain open and reveal my seedy game?’, ‘How could he calmly drink coffee with me knowing I’d been up to no good with two guys?’ ‘Why cum on my feet, then storm out?”

 

My head started to spin. I had to try to fix this. I tried ringing him again, but it went straight to voicemail, so I left a message. “Babe, I know you know what I did, but please let me explain, I’ll make it up to you, I promise. It will never happen again. I love you so much.” I rambled before hanging up. I started my car and drove home.

 

As I approached my house, I saw VL’s van outside. I quickly pulled up and walked quickly to the front door. As I opened it, I saw a large bin bag next to the door. I headed towards my bedroom. VL was in there, he was pulling the clothes he kept at my place out of the wardrobe and was shoving them into another bin bag.

 

Well, without going into too much detail, we had an almighty row. He shouted and I tried to explain my actions. It didn’t help. We split up there and then. VL took his stuff and left. But not before he told me how he knew what I’d done and how he’d been there in the first place. It was as simple as him seeing my car drive up the ramp to the car park. He’d followed and tried to find me. He was going to surprise me. He didn’t get that far! He spotted my foot sticking out from under the photo booth curtain just as Andy arrived. From there he saw virtually everything (without actually seeing the detail). At first he thought maybe that it was a different girl in the booth with similar looking feet and sandals as me. So he came right up to the booth to have a look. There was no denying it, he recognised my foot. He grabbed the coffee to calm himself down, but couldn’t resist watching from the coffee shop. That’s when he decided to ring me and I was stupid enough to answer. After that he witnessed everything, he even said he could hear me sucking Andy’s cock between sentences on the phone.  He said he had been tempted to rip the curtain open as I was riding Jason, but he couldn’t go through with it. He admitted he had to walk away when I crouched down to take Jason’s cum in my mouth.

 

That was that. The end of our relationship. My sandals caused the breakup. If I’d had plain shoes on, VL would probably never even have noticed the strange goings on in the photo booth. I would have still sucked those guys’ cocks and I would have still ridden Jason’s banana cock. But I wouldn’t have got caught. What had I been thinking, how stupid could I have got. How ridiculous to wear my most distinctive sandals in one of the most public places in the city, when I knew my boyfriend popped in there regularly for his coffee. Maybe I did want to get caught. Our relationship was deteriorating prior to that. But I didn’t have to destroy it over a cheap thrill.

 

We went our separate ways. I collected my things from his place and dropped off his remaining things from mine. He didn’t talk to me when I went around, he just stared at my feet and shook his head.  

 

Here’s one last pic of my feet in the red thongs:

It was a bad breakup. We didn’t speak for over a year.  We even avoided each other at mutual friends’ parties. We never told our friends why we split. But they knew it must have been something major. Then we bumped into each other at a petrol station of all places. I was wearing some sexy blue jewelled thongs I’d just bought and I had freshly painted red nails. VL complimented my feet and sandals choice. We chatted briefly and agreed to meet for a coffee later that day. We had the coffee and ended up back at his place where we had the most amazing sex, including him sucking my toes and me giving him a footjob. From that point we became friends again. Friends with benefits! We still are to this day. And sometimes we get together for some foot action as you’d know from my earlier stories.

 

Below are a couple of pics of my feet in the blue sandals that helped us to become friends again. In fact VL sent in to greatfeet.com (back in probably 2004 or 2005) some pictures from the session we had together in a park where these were taken. It was the reaction to some of these early shots we took together that got me into the scene on greatfeet.com and helped me build up the courage to contribute independently. I’m glad we did. Although I know VL hasn’t contributed for a while.

Editor's note: VL actually contributed a photo set recent to
the publication of this story (click here for that photo set).

 

Love Didi………….As always, there will be more stories to come, just as soon as I find the time to write about my adventures.