Australian Business Trip at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

In January 1990, I had just left JFK two hours before a snow blizzard. It was winter there, which meant that it was summertime in Aussie country. About halfway into the flight after returning from the laboratory, I sat down, and I accidentally dropped my expensive fountain pen. Everybody seemed to be sleeping around me, and since nobody was sitting next to me in my row, I got down on the floor to find it.

I assumed that my pen had rolled under the seat in front of mine, so I blindly reached for it. That's when I felt what seemed to be the soft leather sole of some kind of sandal. Then I felt another sandal next to it. Given that an attractive woman was sitting in front of where I was sitting, I was instantly aroused by the thought that she had probably kicked off her sandals to relax.

After looking around me to make sure that people within sight of me were still asleep, I grabbed one of the sandals to confirm in the faint moonlight that I was holding a very expensive gladiator sandal. From the feel of it, it seemed to be a handmade Italian sandal that I guessed was probably worth hundreds of dollars if not more. But in the dim moonlight, there wasn't enough light for me to read the label to know for sure one way or the other.

Suddenly, I noticed in the dim moonlight that two beautiful bare feet were reaching back to search for the sandals, one of which was quickly located. With great arousal, I watched as her perfectly pedicured toes grabbed onto it to pull it back towards her to retrieve. Her sexy feet then reached for her other sandal, which I was still holding, so I laid it down on the ground, and pushed it close to feet to grab it.

After accidentally kicking her sandal back in my direction, I pushed it back close to her feet again. But then one of her feet made contact with my hand before I could pull it back. My heart started beating a mile a minute, and I wondered with embarrassment if she realized that her foot had touched my hand instead of her sandal.

Thinking that I should say something since she was clearly awake, I carefully placed her sandal next to her head on the seat, and in a whisper I said, "I think you're looking for this."

With a smile on her face, she quickly turned around to say, "Thank you. Sorry about the trouble."

"It was no trouble at all," I told her, "and I'm sorry that my hand touched your foot. I was just trying to get your sandal closer to you so that you could get it."

"Ah," she giggled, "so that was your hand after all. I wasn't expecting that."

"Me either," I replied. "By the way, if you don't mind me saying, you have beautiful feet."

"Thank you," she replied with a smile. "I hope that means you won't mind helping me if I lose one of my sandals again."

"Not at all," I smiled. "I'm the only one in this row, so feel free to kick them off again. I can always get them for you if they're kicked out of reach."

"I suppose I should just hold on to them up here as long as you don't mind seeing my bare feet back there," she replied. "After all, not everyone is happy about seeing bare feet on a plane."

"With beautiful feet like yours," I assured her, "how could anybody be unhappy about that?"

"You'd be surprised," she replied. "I've had people complain when I've kicked off my shoes."

"And I'm so glad that you didn't get upset when my hand came in contact with your bare foot," I replied.

"No worries," she assured me. "I actually like it when my feet are touched."

"I don't mean to cut short our conversation," she told me, "but I'm starting to get a crick in my neck, so I think it's time for me to get back into relaxation mode."

"Of course," I replied. "If you want, you're certainly welcome to sit in my aisle since I have it all to myself. I'll even give you the window seat since you're in one now."

"Absolutely!" I happily exclaimed in a loud whisper. "You can just close your eye to relax, and zone out. You can also curl up with your feet in the middle seat if you'd like since I can happily sit in the aisle seat."

"That's a pretty tempting offer," she replied. "Maybe I will come back there."

After passing her carry on bag over the seat to me, she carefully made her way past the man in the aisle seat near her without waking him up, and she got cozy in her seat.

To my delight, she curled her lower legs, and bare feet onto the middle seat in between us after moving the back of her seat as far back as it would go. Everyone around us had the back of their seats adjusted as far back as they'd go as well. Feeling out of place even though I wasn't really that tired, I also moved the back of my seat back to its furthest position.

"Are you sure you don't mind that I'm stretching out like this?" She asked as she looked over at her feet, and then looked over to me. "I just wanted to make sure."

She gave me a knowing smile, and kept her bare feet, and bare legs in the seat next to me. As she was about to place a sleep mask over her eyes, she said, "I hope you don't think it's rude of me to zone out like this, especially after your invitation to take over your window seat."

Given that she had told me she liked having her feet touched, I gently, but firmly grabbed onto one of her feet, and replied, "Zoning out is a good thing, so go for it."

"Hmmm," she moaned when I grabbed onto her foot to give it a bit of a squeeze, "that feels nice, I have to admit."

"Oh I'm sure I will now," she smiled as she placed the sleep mask over her eyes, and laid a blanket over herself. I was pleased that she only covered her legs with the blanket, and pretty much only partially covered her feet. Only her perfectly pedicured red toes were peeking past the blanket, which I was quite sure she knew would arouse me considerably.

I laid a blanket over myself as well, not because I was cold, but because I was already getting a noticeable hard-on. Nobody had passed through the plane, not even a flight attendant, but I still didn't want to be caught off guard. I very slowly pulled back her blanket to reveal more of her feet, and was amazed at how wonderfully wrinkled her soles looked even though she wasn't flexing them.

Her sexy feet reminded me of a foot model named Joey from the Scottish Highlands whose photos can be found here in this topic of the Great Feet Foot Fetish Chat Forum. Here are a couple of those pics:

Imagine having a pair of sexy feet like Joey's next to you, and imagine the opportunity of being able to enjoy them. I was ecstatic about it, but I did my best to contain myself. I didn't want to do anything that would alarm this wonderful woman, or make her feel sorry that she had accepted my invitation to sit next to me. My goal was to give her as much pleasure as she had already given me.

Ever so slowly, and at first so that she might not so readily notice, I began tracing my fingers along the crevices of her wrinkled soles all the way from the pads of her toes to her heels. Initially, there was no response at all, at least not right away. But then she kind of flexed her feet, and moved them ever so slightly a little bit closer to me.

I continued to touch, and play with her feet with a little bit of tickling as well. Sometimes I would tickle her soles a little bit harder just to get a reaction from her, and she'd sometimes respond by what seemed to be a feigned protest. Especially when I'd hold one of her ankles in place while tickling that same foot, she'd squirm, and try to pull her foot away. She seemed to like that I was kind of forcing her to take the tickling as if she wasn't able to stop me even though of course she could at any time.

At one point she suddenly startled me when she pulled away her sleep mask for just a moment, and whispered with an approving smile, "I hope you know that I'm not going to ask you to stop, so don't feel that you have to keep going longer than you want."

"I love doing this with your feet," I told her, "so I don't think I'm going to stop anytime soon, at least not until the plane is headed in for a landing." Then I added, "I'm guessing that we might have about 45 minutes or so before people start waking up, and I need to stop. But before then, I'd love to give you a foot massage if you'd like it."

"I'm certainly not going to turn down a foot massage," she told me while deftly reaching into her carry-on to pull out a small plastic bottle of massage lotion. "Would you mind using this?"

"I should be thanking you," I told her. "This is a fantasy come true for me."

"Then it's a win-win situation," she quietly giggled. "Go for it," she finally said while placing the sleep mask down over her eyes again, and snuggling back down in her seat.

I've always been able to give really great foot massages, and I did exactly that. At one point she was obviously so comfortable with me that she ended up discreetly stretching her feet over onto my lap underneath our blankets, which made it much easier to massage her feet.

Of course, having her feet in my lap also made it quite evident to her that my cock had gotten hard, and it stayed hard throughout the massage. I don't know if the circumstances of our naughty fun inspired her to reciprocate, which she didn't need to do, or it just came naturally to her, but she began to rub her feet against my cock through the blue jeans I was wearing, and she started teasing the zipper down with her toes to free my cock from its enclosure. After that, she used her feet and toes to tease down my underwear so that my cock was now naked against her feet.

Mind you, we were playing like this underneath the two blankets that were over us, so even if anybody had seen us, what we were doing wouldn't have been particularly obvious to them.

This whole time she kept her sleep mask on, so I presumed that she trusted me to keep an eye out just in case we were about to be discovered, which of course I did. Thankfully, nobody was stirring within eyesight of us, and nobody was walking down the aisle.

As soon as my hard cock was completely freed, I gently, but firmly grabbed onto both of her ankles to more or less immobilize her feet. I held her feet in place like that while my hard cock popped up in between her wrinkled soles. She twisted her hips so that the top of her feet were laid flat on top of my groin area, which gave be a very arousing view of my hard cock in between her wrinkled soles after I pulled my blanket away to get a better view.

The harder that I tickled the soles of her feet, the more she quietly struggled with muffled protests. I think knowing that we needed to stay as quiet as we could made our arousal more intense. Beyond that, the friction of her soles moving back and forth so quickly around my trapped hard cock was too much for me to take. In no more than a few seconds, I was shooting loads of cum all over her wrinkled soles and all over the back of her legs. I couldn't stop cumming, and I quickly laid my blanket over my lap again to hide what was happening.

After quickly, and discreetly wiping off all of that cum, I leaned over to whisper in her ear, "That was so intense. Are you okay."

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed in a whisper back to me with a satisfying smile as she lifted up her sleep mask to take it off. "I haven't climaxed so hard, and so many times in my life!"

"Yeah," she affirmed as she grabbed my hand to shove it onto her pussy. "Feel how sopping wet I am. You got me so horny that I had to play with myself, and then when I started cumming, my climaxes wouldn't stop! Very intense! I think I made myself squirt uncontrollably, and it wouldn't have happened had you not done what you did to me."

She and I looked around the cabin of the airplane, and couldn't believe that what we did happened with nobody the wiser.

"I had a hard time keeping quiet," she told me, "especially when you had my feet trapped the way that you did, and you kept tickling my soles."

"It kind of was," she explained, "but the intensity of being so overwhelmed kind of make it all okay."

"I hope so," I told her. "I mean, no matter how much I was getting off on it, my whole mood about it all would have changed completely had you told me that you were pissed off about what I did, or that you felt disappointed."

"The thing is," she confessed, "I'm married, so this isn't exactly something that I can celebrate with anybody, or do again."

"I understand," I told her. "And just so you know, I had no idea that you were married."

"Well, how could you?" She replied. "I didn't tell you, and I'm not wearing my wedding ring."

We enjoyed some regular chit-chat after that, but not for much longer since our plane landed about 45 minutes after we had enjoyed our foot fetish fun together. When we parted ways for good, we kind of laughed about not having exchanged names, or any other personal information for that matter.

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