Shooting A Load On Her Soles While She's Asleep From A Great Feet Contributor at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

"Are you looking at my feet," she said to me with a knowing grin as she was putting groceries into her car.

Startled at being caught, I sheepishly replied, "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare." I had just gotten out of my car, and couldn't help but to notice her sexy feet. She had perfectly pedicured toes, nice arches, and her feet looked very soft.

"I do," I admitted, "but not just any feet. It's just that yours are so nice looking, which I hope you don't mind me saying."

"Thank you," she replied. "And no, I don't mind at all. I like it when my feet are appreciated, especially since I make a point to take good care of them."

"Then we're even," I joked. "I'm already feeling embarrassed that you caught me looking at your feet. I didn't mean to stare."

"It's not so much that you were staring," she told me. "It just seemed that you really liked my feet. Does that mean you have a foot fetish? It's really okay with me if you do."

"I thought you might have one," she said in a tone of voice that didn't make me feel uncomfortable. "I've met a few guys who have a fetish for feet," she went on to explain, "and I've had some very interesting experiences."

"Yes," she told me. "In a good way, but sometimes it's been pretty unusual."

"I don't mind you asking," she replied. "It's actually kind of nice to talk to a foot fetishist about this since I've never really fully understood it. As for the unusual stuff that's happened, I meant that some guys with a foot fetish have wanted to do things that don't seem to have anything to do with feet."

"Like they've wanted to smell my shoes to give you just one example," she answered.

"That's not my thing," I told her. "On the other hand, I do enjoy sexy shoes."

"Other guys have wanted to smell my feet, and they want my feet to be stinky," she went on to say, "although I guess that falls into the foot fetish category."

"Well first," I started to tell her, "I'm into clean feet even though I also sometimes like the look of dirty feet as long as they're well pedicured, especially when there's a nice contrast between the dirty parts, and the clean parts. I'm also a sole man even though I still love toes, and I love sucking on them."

"Tickling feet arouses me," I added. "especially when the tickling seems to arouse them, too."

"Sure," I confessed. "It's highly arousing when a woman squirms to resist me while her feet are being tickled."

"Maybe you'll have to show me," she teased. "I have to tell you, though, I'm not naturally ticklish. Then again, however, I can get pretty ticklish, especially if I've just had a climax, or I've enjoyed a particular kind of chocolate marijuana."

"Okay," she giggled. "By the way, I've seen you here before, so I may take you up on your foot massage offer some day. But right now I have to get some of these groceries into the freezer, and I can really use a nap right now, too. My husband and I had a dinner party last night, so we went to bed much later than usual. And then we had a fight after the party, so I'm really tired right now."

"Sorry about the fight you had," I told her. "I hope whatever caused it has been resolved."

"Thanks," she answered back with a sigh. "It's a long story," she went on to say. "I guess I shouldn't be telling you this, but the short of it is that we've had some unresolved issues when it comes to the bedroom, and we get into fights about it."

"I understand," I told her. "Been there; done that. Don't want to do it again."

I was disappointed to learn that she was married, but I figured as much since she had a ring on her wedding finger. Just as she had seen me at the store, I had seen her numerous times, and I always admired her feet. In retrospect, I think she may have noticed my interest in her feet, but up until then, she hadn't said anything to me about it.

Just as she was about ready to leave, I blurted out with a little laugh, "I hope you won't take this the wrong way, being that you're married, but maybe one of these days you'll take me up on my offer to give you a really great foot massage. You know; to ease the stress, and to make you feel good."

"I'm not so sure my husband would approve," she laughed, "but I certainly would."

"Anytime," I told her. Reaching into my fanny pack, I pulled out my business card, and said, "Here's my contact info."

"Thanks," she replied. "Anytime, huh? Just a foot massage? Nothing sexual?"

"Nothing sexual," I answered back. Then I clarified what I meant. "Well, at least it's not sexual for you since you seem to already know that having a thing for feet means it's a sexual fetish, which means that it's inherently sexual for a foot fetishist."

"I realize that," she assured me. "I was just wondering if you'd just be giving me a foot massage, or if it would be more than that?"

She laughed, and reminded me, "You're forgetting that I've been with guys who have a foot fetish, and it's always gotten sexual."

"Pretty much," she answered. "The truth of the matter is that I end up getting turned on whenever a guy moves past the foot massage, and starts getting sexual with my feet."

"Definitely that!" She exclaimed. "I can't help myself," she confessed. "I mean, since you mentioned it, it's kind of turning me on just thinking about having my toes sucked, especially when I know a guy's really into it, and he's getting off from it."

"I'm getting turned on thinking about it, too." I told her. "Maybe you should just go for it, and let me pleasure you like that."

"I so want to say yes," she told me. "I'm tempted. And I don't mean to put you off for another time, but I'm not so sure I could enjoy it while I'm so tired. I mean, I'd enjoy it, sure, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be very good company. I might even fall asleep on you, and I wouldn't want you to feel badly about it."

I laughed, and told her, "That happens to be one of my fantasies, to enjoy, and have my way with a woman's sexy feet while she's sleeping, especially while she's taking a nap."

"Really?" She asked. "You'd be okay if I didn't do anything in return? If I just laid there like a log"

"Seriously," I assured her. "That in itself, playing with your feet while you're asleep would be a huge turn on!"

"Then you know I'm going to have to say yes to that," she laughed. "I'm even tempted to have you come over to my place right if you're able to make it since my husband's at work, and he won't be home until much later."

"Never mind," she told me with a mischievous look on her face. "If I think about it too much, I'll say no."

"Then don't think about it any more, and just say yes," I playfully pleaded with her.

"You got me at foot massage," she laughed as she looked at my business card to retrieve my cell phone number.

"Ah, there it is," she said aloud as she began typing into her iPhone. "I'm texting you my address, but I don't want you to come over right away. I want to take a nice relaxing bath while I enjoy some of that chocolate marijuana I mentioned. Then I'm going to take a nap, and you're going to come over to play with my feet, and massage them."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" She exclaimed with excitement. "I'll leave the back gate at the end of the driveway unlocked so that you can let yourself into the back yard. Since I like having a breeze come into the bedroom when it's warm outside like it is today, I leave one of my French doors opened, so you can just come into the house that way. Or you can come in through the open French door into the living room that's adjacent to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water and ice before you start playing with my feet."

"A heavy sleeper?" She replied. "Not usually. But especially since I'm so tired right now, I might very well stay asleep. Or at least stay in nap mode, and just kind of stay out of it in a groggy state of mind. So if that happens, I hope you won't mind."

"Not at all," I assured her. "In fact, that's part of the fantasy; that you'll stay asleep while I play with your feet, and that I leave you none the wiser. I know that sounds weird, but it's a sleeping feet kind of fantasy. You know; in return you'd role play being fast asleep the entire time. No conversation at all. Just naughty foot fetish fun."

"I can get into that," she laughed. "Both options sound arousing to me; one in which I wake up to realize that you've been by to play with my feet, and the other in which I slowly wake up to the sensation, and pleasure of having you play with my feet. You know, selfishly indulging in it while not engaging in a conversation to spoil the naughtiness of it all."

"Exactly!" I told her. Then with a laugh I added, "I have a feeling you've done this before."

"Not exactly," she answered. "But I have enjoyed getting a foot massage, and having my feet played with while basking in silence."

"Speaking of hot," she laughed. "I really do need to put my groceries in the freezer. We'll have to take up this conversation later."

"In about an hour," she confirmed. "Oh. One last thing. Can you please be discreet about coming over? I mean, if you see any of my neighbors out and about, please try not to be too obvious about coming into our back yard. You know what I mean, right? But it's perfectly fine to park in front of the house if there's a space, which there almost always is at this time of the day."

"Of course I know what you mean," I assured her. "I would been discreet about it anyway since that's just how I am."

"Good," she replied. "I appreciate it. I mean, I'm kind of already feeling a little guilty about doing this."

"I understand," I told her. "No worries. Besides, it's really nothing more than innocent fun anyway."

I was afraid to spoil anything by saying more, so I didn't. She didn't either. She just kind of waved as she drove off with a knowing smile, and I gave her a little wave as well with a knowing smile.

As you might imagine given that she and I go to the same grocery store, we lived near each other. I had already showered that morning, but I stepped into the shower again to refresh myself. Then I waited for what seemed like the longest hour I've ever had to wait. Well, fifty-five minutes to be precise given that her house was less than five minutes away.

When I arrived, the street was quiet, and there were a couple of empty spaces in front of her house. I had taken a look at her property via satellite images on Google, so I was already somewhat acclimated to the layout, especially since her house was similar to mine.

Nobody was walking along the street, so I got out of my car, headed up her driveway to the back of her house, and I quietly opened the gate. Just as she told me it would be, it was unlatched. Like my house, she has a pool in her back yard. It was shaped differently, and it had a built in hot tub, which mine didn't have.

As soon as I let myself into her back yard, I could see the left hand corner of her bed from the open French door of her bedroom, but I didn't see her on it. So I slowly walked towards the open French door of her living room until I could see more of her bed through the open French door of her bedroom.

The first glimpse of her that I caught were her bare soles in full view from my vantage point, which made me gasp with excitement because of how sexy they looked. Whether she regularly napped face down, or not, she had positioned her wonderfully wrinkled soles together in the middle of the bed on top of one of those memory foam pillows. On top of the pillow was a bath towel, and at the foot of the bed on the carpeted floor was massage lotion.

There was also a note that read, "I forgot to mention that you're welcome to enjoy a piece of my chocolate marijuana if you'd like. Just remember that it's pretty potent, so don't take more than one of the little squares. You'll probably start feeling it in about ten or fifteen minutes, and the effects should wear off in about an hour or so. You should be able to drive without any problems after that."

Even though I've enjoyed the kind of marijuana she had, I decided not to enjoy it this time. But I knew I would another time if I had the opportunity to play with her again because it can really be quite wonderful.

I had brought my own massage lotion, which coincidentally was the same kind that she left out for me to use. But first, I wanted to play with, and enjoy her wrinkled soles. I began by slowly gliding the fingers of both of my hands along her bare soles, starting from just underneath the pads of her toes, and down to her heels.

From the way that she was slowly breathing when I first arrived, I was quite certain that she had actually fallen asleep, and she didn't stir one bit when I began playing with her feet. She remained immobilized for quite a while until I shortly after I had gently lifted up her right foot to suck her toes. One at a time, and then a few at a time. I savored every moment.

I forgot to mention that the only thing she was wearing was a really sexy laced nightie, and a sleeping mask. The nightie barely covered her ass, and so it was pretty easy to peel it back a bit to confirm that she wasn't wearing any panties. I had to peel away a light blanket as well, which she was under except for her feet. After taking that naughty peek, I pulled her nightie back down, and the blanket as well.

When I started doing to her left foot what I had done to her right foot, she kind of gasped a little, as if she was enjoying the sensation of having her toes sucked. But I couldn't tell if she had awakened, or if her gasp had been involuntary. Perhaps she was waking up slowly, and realizing that I was enjoying her soles, and toes. In any case, she remained silent as I expected her to do even after she had awaken.

At some point I put a liberal amount of massage lotion on each of her soles, and I began to massage each of her feet one at a time. Then both at the same time. I gave her a real massage, one that was deep, and which most surely made her wake up fully. But again, she remained silent as I continued to play with her feet.

After about forty-five minutes she stirred a little, and then turned onto her side. It didn't seem like this was a signal for me to leave, but I couldn't be sure. So I kissed her cheek, and cautiously asked, "Should I be leaving now?"

"Not just yet," she answered back in a low voice. "I really like what you're doing, so I'd like you to stay a while longer."

"I'm happy to hear that," I told her. "And don't worry," I added, "I won't be staying too much longer."

"Probably not long enough as far as I'm concerned," she purred, "but you will have to leave pretty soon even though I hope you know I have no intention of telling you to stop."

Neither of us said another word for some time. Instead, we were silent in my pleasuring of her, and in her happiness about it.

Even though the following video is of another woman, it and its video capture are what it was like when I ended up cumming on her soles:

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After I had cum on her soles, and wiped them clean, I softly said to her, "I know this probably won't sound very genuine, but I truly had no plans whatsoever of doing that. That's to say, except in my head of course, so I hope you're not upset about it."

"It's really okay," she assured me, "especially since it did seem to happen rather spontaneously. I'm actually flattered by it."

"I have to say that I could hardly help myself being that your feet so SO sexy!" I told her.

"By the way," I added, "and I don't mean to be coming on to you like this because it's not what you're probably thinking, but you got the short end of the stick given that I got to shoot my load, so I really want to get you off, too. And I don't mean intercourse, either, so you don't have to worry about that. I just want make you cum, maybe by using a favorite sex toy of yours if you have one around."

"If you're serious," she said to me, "then I'm not going to turn down such a naughty offer. If you noticed, I actually climaxed a few times when you were playing with my feet. You know, little ones, but multiple times, and quite wonderfully, too. The thing is, now I really want to get off in a big way, and since my husband sure isn't going to be getting me off anytime soon, you're more than welcome to give it a try."

With her sleep mask still on, she pointed to her side, and in the air a bit to say, "I have a Panasonic Reach Easy massager up in up my closet if you'd like to use it on me."

"I'd be happy to get you off with it," I told her while reaching for it. "By coincidence," I added, "I happen to have the same massager at home, and I have a special way of getting a woman off with it."

"For both of us I'm sure," I replied. "Now if you can just lay flat on your back, and put your legs together, I'll do the rest."

"You don't have to ask me twice," she said with excitement as the thought of having a big climax made her wet with anticipation.

After grabbing some lube that was next to the massager, and applying it liberally onto her pussy, and clit, I sat on top of her legs to keep them immobilized together.

"That's the idea," I told her. "The more immobilized I have you, the more intense your orgasms will be, especially if I'm able to induce multiple forced orgasms from you that make you squirt."

"It's called a female ejaculation," I told her. "Not every woman will squirt, but a lot of women do. Have you ever squirted before?"

"Oh you'd know if you ever did," I told her. "If I'm able to make you squirt, you're going to think you're peeing uncontrollably. But it isn't be pee. It's ejaculate."

"It is," I told her. "Not just for the woman, but for anybody who's made her squirt. I suppose I shouldn't have said anything to you, but just in case I'm able to make you squirt, you should know that it's quite natural."

"Now you've made me nervous," she giggled. "If I don't squirt, I don't want you to be disappointed."

"No matter what happens," I assured her, "I won't be disappointed. After all, the foot fetish fun was especially satisfying for me as I hope it was for you. So just relax, and let's see what happens."

Whether or not our talk about squirting put her in the right frame of mind for it, or she's simply one of the lucky ones who can squirt, it only took me a couple of minutes to make her squirt. After massaging her public bones for a little while with the massager, and then the insides of pussy lips while I held them open, I gently applied pressure to her clit. I kept that pressure going in a firm way until her clit engorged, and kept getting bigger. Then her body suddenly tensed up underneath me, and she exploded with multiple orgasms, and a powerful female ejaculation.

Her climax was so intense that she reached over to grab my thighs, and held onto them tightly while begging, "Please stop. Oh My God! You have to stop! I can't take any more!"

"Yes you can," I assured her. "Just a moment or two more, and you'll be glad I didn't stop."

She held her own for a few more seconds before it became too intense for her, and then she once again begged me to stop. Before I could stop, she began to squirt uncontrollably again. As before, but even higher, and a little further, her squirting climax shot up to her breasts, and onto her chin.

"Is that me?" She asked while fulling pulling off her sleep mask, which was already askew.

"All my God!" She exclaimed as she looked down at her gushing pussy. "I'm still squirting!"

"Not even close to what you were squirting a few moments ago," I told her. "Now you're just gushing out the last of it."

I held open her pussy lips again while touching her clit with the massager to more or less show her what I had done, and as soon as I applied pressure, she squirted a little more. It wasn't a gusher, but it was enough for her to see herself squirt.

"I think you're going to have to come over again while I'm taking another nap," she told me. "If you want to, that is."

"Of course I want to do that with you again," I told her. "That was most satisfying!"

I've been trying to get her to engage her husband to do to her what I like to do, but she's pretty sure that's never going to happen. So until there's a reason not to have this same kind of fun together, she and I will likely continue.

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