A Date With Maria
(Posted on Saturday, June 30, 2001)
This story was submitted by John H, the foot fetishism King.

My luck with the ladies lately has been just like the recent stock market. Up and down with more negatives than positives. So, why not try something new that might get things jumping again? A lot of people could think a guy is a pretty sad case to go on blind dates and I usually don`t do this. To me, a blind date is like a new restaurant. It might be great. Or it could be so terrible that you wish you had saved your money and stayed home. Unfortunately you never know till you try it.

I recently had an awesome experience on a blind date and here`s what happened. The date started out to be like the first kind of restaurant. Her name is Maria. She is a sales rep for a major computer company. Maria is 5`5", about 110 lbs. with long flowing brunette hair. When we first met, there was an instant attraction between us. Because the two of us have very busy schedules, we settled for a nice quiet dinner and maybe a movie.

At the restaurant, we talked about many things. From our jobs and family to our future goals. We were also becoming more flirtatious with each other. Then our conversation turned to health and nutrition. Maria said that she just started taking up a class in massage therapy. At that I perked up. I love a good massage, so I told her. "Most guys don`t know how to give them," said Maria.

I objected in no uncertain terms and told her that I was quite capable of giving a decent massage, especially a foot massage. Working my passion in foot fetishism into any first or sometime second date is always tough, but I thought maybe Maria had opened the door. She didn`t seem to pick up on the foot suggestion. She voiced doubts about my massage abilities, thinking that I`m probably just like most guys. Oh, now she had challenged me! I could never resist a dare, so I dared her back. I suggested that we have dessert and cappunccino at my place, plus I`d throw in a sample of my massage technique so that she could judge for herself.

I was a little surprised when Maria said, "yes," but glad.

Once back at my condominium, I  told her to make herself at home while I fixed the coffee. I soon returned and served her a generous portion of strawberry cheesecake and the cappunccino expresso. Then, when her hands and mouth were full, I slid to the floor beside her chair. Maria wore very cute pale pink leather pumps with a medium heel. I lifted up one foot and expertly slipped off her pump. The delicious aroma of her stocking clad foot instantly made my dick stir in my slacks. I held her stocking foot in both hands and with my thumbs, I began to make a circular pattern on her upper arch. Then, applying more pressure, I let my humbs gently stroke downward toward her toes.

Maria looked interested in my actions, but kept eating her creamy dessert. I raised up on my own legs, making an angle with my thigh and my knee. I balanced her foot on my thigh and began to massage the underside of her hot little foot. She didn`t seem ticklish, so I rubbed harder and harder caressing her heel and sole. Finally I began to massage each toe between my thumb and index finger. This last action did the trick. Around a mouthful of cheesecake, Maria began to moan very softly. "You are into feet, aren`t you?" She asked once her mouth was empty.

I agreed quickly and kept up the massage. Soon Maria had slipped off her other shoe and was thrusting that foot out to me. "Please do this one too," she now pleaded.

I`m never one to refuse a lady`s request. I massaged both her stocking feet for quite some time. Then on her bare foot flesh. Maria`s bare feet were about as soft as any woman I`ve ever came across. She had the perfect size for me also, size six. The grand prize however were those ultra soft lightly pinkish wrinkled soles! Wow, what a prize! I would have loved to lick some cheesecake off her soles or dip her toes into cup of rich foamy cappuccino and suck each one dry.

Soon enough, Maria gave herself over to my attentions. She slumped down low in the chair. Her eyes were half closed and her head was thrown back. I knew that she was truly loving every single minute, so I got braver. Lifting her left naked foot to my mouth, I began to suck gently on her small toes. One at a time, I drew each hot little toe into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. Maria`s moans got louder and her ass began to twitch in the chair. I watched as her hand moved downward to her crotch. She seemed to almost forget that I was there with her. Watching her made me become a hungry animal. I lapped at her soles like the best ice cream cone I`ve ever had. My dick was so hard that it hurt inside my pants, so I quickly unzipped and released my pulsing, throbbing cock.

Now, back to those feet. The more heated Maria became, the harder her soles would wrinkle up. I dove my tongue between her toes, then back to her soles. I was even so worked up that I tried stuffing her entire foot into my mouth. Her hand moved frantically inside her pussy. Almost within seconds she yelled long and loud, "Fuck, don`t stop now! I`m cumming!"

That sent me over the edge, because before I could wrap her slippery feet around my cock it exploded. Globs and thick streams flowed out just about every where. Finally we both collapsed, with Maria slumped in the chair and me on the floor.

Maria admitted that she`d been wrong. "You definitely give one hell of a massage, and on my feet of all places. Who would have thought? No one has ever paid any attention to my feet quite like that."

We had one final cup of coffee before she left. I`m going to ask her out next week. So like I said at the beginning, blind dates are like restaurants. You can`t judge them until you`ve tasted them! Just like my past stories, your comments are always welcomed!

Thank you.

John H. ( the foot fetishism KING ) email- JHolm57233@aol.com.