A Tourist and Her Sexy Feet
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She was talking on her cell phone when I first noticed her sexy feet casually sticking out of the open window of her rental car. I was probably about 20 yards away at a cafe on the beach where I was just about to finish a delicious sandwich, and I suddenly got hard while thinking about how I wanted to enjoy her delicious feet.

For those of you with a foot fetish, you know how that is. The idea of tonguing each and every inch of an attractive woman's sexy soles, and sucking her toes always gets me hard. Of course, we almost never do more than look, and fantasize about it. But this time was different. This time I got up the nerve to say something to her, and I was lucky enough that she was in the mindset to enjoy where our conversation was taking us.

With feet as sexy as the ones shown below, wouldn't you want to feast on them? Of course you would, and I did.

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After waiting for her to end her call, I walked over close enough for her to notice, and then I gave her a smile while nodding my head in appreciation of her feet.

Luckily for me, and for both of us really, as it turned out that she had a knack for recognizing a man who has a foot fetish, she welcomed the attention, and gave me a knowing smile.

"I'm guessing you like what you see," she told me. Before I could reply, she asked me directly, and with an approving glint in her eye, "And I'm guessing you have a foot fetish, right?"

"I do," I replied. "I hope I didn't offend you by looking at your feet, and I'm sorry I was so obvious about it."

"Actually," she assured me, "you weren't that obvious. It's just that I can tell when a guy has a foot fetish, and I'm perfectly fine with it. I happen to like a man who has a foot fetish, especially an older man like you who must have a lot of experience giving a woman pleasure through her feet."

I was happily astounded by her candor, and glad that she was obviously comfortable with me.

"I'm relieved you're not upset," I told her.

"Not at all," she assured me. "In fact, this could turn out to be your lucky day, and mine too."

"I already feel lucky," I replied with a nervous laugh. "After all, it's been my pleasure being able to enjoy such pretty feet."

"Good," she said with that knowing smile of hers. "Then how would you feel about paying me back in return?"

For a quick moment I worried about what she meant, but then just as quickly I presumed that she didn't mean that she wanted me to give her money. I suppose I would have given her money depending on what she had in mind, but I didn't want to get into any "pay for play" kind of arrangement, especially if anything sexual was to be enjoyed. That would be illegal, and besides, I just didn't want to go there with her if that's what she had in mind.

Keeping it friendly, I replied, "I'm open to suggestions. What do you have in mind?"

"How about giving me a really great foot massage," she answered back.

"I'd love to," I replied.

"But nothing more," she giggled. "Would you be okay with that?"

"Of course," I told her even though we foot fetish guys always want to do more than just give an attractive woman a foot massage.

"Good," she told me. Then with a playful smile she added, "I'm not saying that's all I'll want you to do, but you shouldn't expect to be doing anything more."

"Got it," I assured her with my right thumbs up to make it clear.

She then went on to tell me that she was only in town for one more night, and that se wanted her foot massage given to her in her hotel room so that she could enjoy it in peace without bystanders looking on.

Perhaps in anticipation of what she hoped to enjoy if she were to feel so inclined, to my surprise she asked, "If it turns out that you really know how to give a great foot massage, how would you feel about giving me a full body massage?"

"I'd be up for that," I answered. "No pun intended."

She obviously knew exactly what I meant, and reminded me, "Just remember that you shouldn't expect to do anything else but give me a foot massage, and maybe a body massage, okay?"

"Of course," I told her. "No worries."

"Good," she replied. "I just wanted to be clear."

"And you have been," I assured her. "I understand."

She hadn't stopped being playful the whole time we talked, so her admonishments had been taken in stride. But I fully understood her. After all, if she ended up not liking the way I massaged her, or whatever else that might follow, it made perfect sense that she'd want me to stop, and then leave.

She told me where she was staying, which was at a hotel only a few short miles away, and she gave me her room number with instructions to knock on her door in about two and a half hours. She wanted to take a really nice bath, and a shower to get herself ready for her "massage appointment" as she put it with a playful smile.

I felt some apprehension about meeting her, but I wasn't about to let that stop me from going. Besides, if she could seem so relaxed about it, then I knew I could feel the same. So my apprehension soon turned into a heightened sense of arousal as I anticipated being able to at least give her sexy feet a massage, if not  more.

Not wanting to be late, I got to her hotel a full half hour before my scheduled arrival. When I finally knocked on her door, she opened it to greet me with her familiar friendly smile.

"I'm ready if you are," she told me.

"Me too," I replied. "I just want to wash my hands if you don't mind, and we can get started."

"Sounds like a plan," she told me. "Since we don't have a massage table," she added while pointing at the oversized bed in her room, "you can give me my massage on the bed."

"I was hoping you'd be okay with that," I replied.

"Of course," she assured me. "And if you don't mind, I'd really appreciate enjoying my massage without any chit chat, okay?"

"I'm good with that," I told her. "Besides, its really the best way to enjoy a massage. Just let me know if I do anything that you don't like, and I'll stop right away."

"Good to know," she replied. "But I have a feeling I'm going to like what you do. Not to put you under any pressure, but I have a good instinct about you."

I laughed, and told her, "No pressure at all, and I'll be sure to give you a really great foot massage."

Obviously having already decided ahead of time that a foot massage wasn't the only thing she desired, she playfully teased, "And more if you're up for it, pun intended. Speaking of which, feel free to get as comfortable as you'd like."

"Thank you," I replied. "I appreciate it."

"By the way," she wanted me to know as she pointed to a nightstand next to the bed, "please use my massage lotion. I prefer that over massage oil."

"You've got it," I assured her. "I prefer to use massage lotion myself, which is what I brought."

"What kind is it?" She asked.

"I brought a few different kinds over if you'd like to see them," I answered as I reached into an oversized black bag I had brought with me to lay them out on the bed.

"Like minds," she laughed as she picked one up, and pointed to her massage lotion. "This is the one I like the most."

Sure enough, to my happy surprise, the one she wanted me to use was the Body Heat Strawberry that I had brought with me, which is a flavored warming massage lotion. On her nightstand was the same exact massage lotion.

"Ah," I said with a knowing grin. "Then you already know that it's very enjoyable."

"Yes it is," she smiled. "Enjoyable for you, and satisfying for me."

"I'm looking forward to it," I told her.

"As am I," she replied.

For those of you who don't already know about flavored massage oils, and lotions, they're made to lick, and enjoy, which is obviously pleasurable to the person who's being licked.

For obvious reasons, I was happy about what she liked being massaged with, and I was looking forward to using it as it's meant to be used. Clearly, she was looking forward to it as well. Of course, I had to make sure that I actually gave her a really great foot massage, and more if I was to earn her approval, and see from her body language that I had permission to get sexual.

As foot fetishists already know, massaging an attractive woman's sexy feet is sexual enough as it is, and it gets even more sexual when sole licking, and toe sucking is enjoyed. That's not to mention getting off on a footjob, which can easily be enjoyed even when a woman does nothing more than allow you to fuck her soles in any variety of positions.

I should point out that I soon discovered while looking back as I walked towards the bathroom to wash my hands that she had nothing else on when she disrobed to lay herself face down on the bed.

I was already in Seventh Heaven, and I felt pretty confident that she was probably already feeling the same.

To assure that she'd feel great from the start, and to warm her up for more; literally because of the warming effect of the massage lotion in addition to what I was doing; I made a special effort to give her a really great foot massage.

Then I licked every inch of her nicely wrinkled soles, including in between each of her toes, her ankles, and the top of her feet as well after lifting each of her feet up to give each one special attention.

After sucking each one of her toes, and massaging her feet again while also licking her soles again to enjoy the strawberry flavoring, I worked my way up along her naked body from her ankles to the back of her neck, and back down again.

At one point long after I had been massaging her, and kissing and licking her all over, she whispered, "I can turn over if you'd like."

Without saying a word I gently helped to turn her over onto her back, and I started at her feet all over again.

"I can no longer be responsible for letting you take full advantage of me," she playfully said to me. "I mean, you've got me so hot and bothered that I really need for you to fuck me if you'd like. I have condoms on the nightstand."

I did end up fucking her. Not just once, but a few times. And not just her pussy. To my surprise, I still had enough cum inside of me to squirt a load all over her soles, and the back of her legs when I was fucking her soles.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "I love foot fetish guys!"

Unfortunately, she didn't ask for my contact information, and I didn't want to push it by asking for hers. But I did leave my business card along with an unopened extra bottle of the massage lotion I had brought with me. I'm hoping she might one day call me.

In the meantime, I have my happy memories about it all.