Secluded Beach, Naked Soles
(Posted on Monday, May 6, 2002)
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It was a warm, sunny day when Brenda got to the beach that early morning. She had been working on her tan for a month now and it showed. Not every day was a sunny day, but most of the days in Southern California gave her enough sunshine to get a deep, dark tan even in the middle of Winter.

She had chosen the same spot all month long for its privacy. The beach she had chosen was in a secluded area of Malibu that very few people ever visited. Malibu is a city that is about 3 miles wide and 27 miles long, so there are a number of places along the beach that afforded a lot of privacy even though there is public access all along the shoreline.

The spot that Brenda had chosen could not be seen from the Pacific Coast Highway, nor could her section of the beach be seen by anyone walking along the beach as her secluded spot was just behind a section of rock that allowed complete privacy. Only rarely did anyone ever walk along this section of the beach, and almost never did anyone choose to take a walk behind those rocks. If a person was looking in the direction of where Brenda chose to lay out as they passed the rocks, they'd be able to catch a glimpse of her, but she could care less about that. In fact, Brenda actually got a bit of a thrill whenever someone would walk by and take a peek. She just didn't want to be too obvious about it. A true voyeur would seek out spots on the beach like hers in the hopes of finding like her lying there all alone. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and enjoyed the tingle of excitement that she felt whenever someone would do a double take in her direction, especially since she liked sunbathing au naturel.

She used to sunbathe on Venice Beach where she lives, but there were too many creeps who would stop by to leer at her and strike up some idiotic conversation. Besides, she couldn't bare it all when she laid out on Venice Beach. This section of Malibu's beach allowed her to do just that and she had never encountered any creeps like she had in Venice.

On this particular morning, Brenda was rather sleepy, so she dozed off a little to the sound of the nearby waves crashing along the shore. She didn't notice when a young man of 23 years old caught a glimpse of Brenda lying there asleep. By coincidence, Brad also lived in Venice, but had never seen or met Brenda before. He had been riding his motorcycle along the Pacific Coast Highway and decided to take a break to stretch his legs. What he saw when he peered in through those rocks was a sight that immediately got him hard.

Brenda's nude body was lying face up with her head tilted to the side and away from Brad's direction. Her 5'7" frame was showing off her deep, dark tan and every inch of her 34b-24-36 nude body was toned and in good shape. Her tummy was flat and firm. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed, almost shaven, but what caught his eye the most were her perfectly proportioned size 7 1/2 feet. Although the rest of her gorgeous body was deeply tanned, including the tops of her feet, her soles were a milky white that contrasted well with that golden tan that she sported.

Brad's curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't help but to move in for a closer look. He just had to see those feet up close! As he got nearer, his heart raced a mile a minute and his mind went over a myriad of excuses to say to this woman just in case she suddenly woke up and confronted him. The closer that he inched over to Brenda, the more excited he got. Soon he was better able to make out the shade of her painted toenails. His all-time favorite color for toenail polish was candy apple red, and while Brenda wasn't wearing candy apple red, the light pink toenail polish that she was wearing looked stunning against her dark tan.

Suddenly Brenda stirred, opened her eyes, and caught Brad looking in her direction. He was about 15 feet away.

"Uh, sorry, I uhh ... I uhh," Brad stuttered.

Brenda's sudden rush of excitement at being found nude by this handsome young man, and his obvious embarrassment from it, made her feel powerful. Any vulnerability that she may have otherwise felt left her immediately and she took control of the situation. "It's okay. If anyone should be embarrassed, I should be." Then she added with a laugh, "After all, I'm the one without any clothes."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Brad offered. "I, uhh ..."

Brenda interrupted him right away. "Oh, please, don't call me ma'am. I hate when people do that." At 35 years of age, Brenda was 13 years older than Brad.

"Sorry ma'am," Brad stammered and then corrected himself. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just did it out of habit. I mean, you're not old or anything."

"Uh, uh uh. Stop while you're ahead." She smiled at Brad, clearly enjoying his embarrassment. Raising up her hand, she said, "My name is Brenda. Yours?"

"Brad," he answered back as he extended his hand to shake hers. "Wow! Soft hands!"

"Thanks," Brenda countered back. "I like to keep them that way."

Without thinking, Brad commented, "I'll bet your feet are soft, too."

"Ah, you like feet, huh?" She asked. Brad was speechless. "That's okay," she added. "I like guys who like feet. Do you have a foot fetish."

"Well," Brad hesitated. "I ... I guess I do," he admitted. Brad knew very well of his foot fetish. He thought about feet all of the time. He could hardly not think about it. In fact, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Brenda's scrumptious looking peds and longed to touch them.

"You guess so?" Brenda laughed. "Of course you do," she continued as she teased Brad by flexing her feet and spreading her toes. At this point Brad had kneeled down next to Brenda's towel, so she brushed his leg with the toes of her left foot. The look on his face said it all. She knew about guys who had a foot fetish. She could spot them a mile away. She could see Brad's hard-on already. "You can touch my foot if you want. Go ahead. I won't be offended. You have my permission."

Brad touched the sole of her left foot, the one that was now laying on top of his leg. Then he grabbed it more firmly. Her foot was soft. Exceptionally soft! Then he glided his fingers along the sole of her foot. "Wow! Your foot is really soft!" He exclaimed.

"Hmm, that tickles." Brenda cooed.

"Sorry," he apologized as he pulled his hand away.

"No, I like that. Don't stop. It feels good. There's nothing more senuous than to have a man lightly tickling the soles of my feet. Have you ever tickled a woman's soles before?" She asked.

"Not really. I mean, a little bit." Then he asked, "How ticklish are you?" as he gave her foot a quick hard tickle.

"Very!" She exclaimed as she instinctively pulled her foot away!

"Sorry," he said again as he pulled his hand away.

"Don't be sorry," Brenda assured him. "I was just caught off guard. I told you, I actually like being tickled."

"Do you like getting foot massages?" Brad asked.

"Of course," she said. "Why? Are you offering me one?"

"I'd love to give you a foot massage," he admitted. He wanted to do a lot more than that, but he was happy to be able to do anything to her feet, even if it was just to give her a foot massage, especially from someone who was so willing.

"Do you mind if turn over onto my stomach? I'm trying to keep my overall tan and need to turn over. Could you give me a foot massage like that?" She asked.

"Sure!" He exclaimed. Being a sole man, he was thrilled to have Brenda's feet in his lap.

Brenda happily turned over onto her stomach as Brad gently placed her feet into his lap. For a moment she felt his hard-on, which she didn't mind at all, but then he adjusted himself out of embarrassment. And as Brad started giving her a foot massage, starting with her right foot, she relaxed completely and closed her eyes.

Brad's massage felt terrific. He massaged both of her feet thoroughly from heel to each and every toe as if he was a professional masseur. Brenda lavished in his manipulating hands and started to feel somewhat guilty. Even though she didn't want him to stop, she said, "You know, you can stop anytime that you want. You don't have to keep doing this."

"Oh, no," Brad admitted. "I love doing this." He wanted to do more, but he didn't want to get too pushy even though Brenda seemed to be perfectly comfortable with him.

"Well, if I suddenly doze off, please don't be offended," she said. "It's just that I'm so relaxed."

"Hey, if you fall asleep, that means that I'm doing a good job," he assured her.

Hoping to give Brad a little encouragement, she coyly teased, "So what kind of naughty things will you do to my feet if I fall asleep?"

Brad didn't know what to say, so he ignored her and nervously, but politely added, "Just relax and enjoy the sensations."

"Absolutely," Brenda cooed. She didn't say anything more. She figured that the less she said now, the more likely this young man's foot fetish would tempt him to get kinky with her feet, which is the kind of action that she craved. She knew that her feet attracted him and she took great pride in how terrific her feet really looked. She took good care of her feet and always kept them soft and in perfect condition.

Brad sometimes drifted off into another world as he thoroughly massaged her feet. He could hardly believe his good fortune. When he drifted back to reality, he began to really notice the perfection of Brenda's feet. There wasn't a callous or rough spot on her feet at all. Not at all! Her soles were unbelievably soft with wrinkles in just the right spots. The pads of her toes were like tempting little morsels of dessert just waiting to be devoured.

Tempting fate and noticing that Brenda looked to be asleep, Brad very carefully and gently brushed his tongue along the pad of Brenda's right big toe. Brenda didn't stir at all, so he got bolder and bolder until he was actually sucking on the big toes of both of her feet, alternating them one at a time.

Brenda had been in a state of sleep, but not fully. When Brad first tongued the pad of her right toe, she wondered if that was what he was doing or if she was just dreaming it. She hoped that he was actually getting bold enough to tongue her toes, and if he was, she wasn't about to stop him. When it became clearly evident that this is what Brad was doing, she tried at first to pretend to be asleep. She didn't want him to stop and thought that if she looked like she had awakened, he'd be embarrassed and stop. She wanted Brad to continue and he did.

After a while, Brad's excitement got the better of him and he started getting more aggressive with her feet. Brenda didn't mind at all, but the sensations were such that she could hardly keep still any longer. She couldn't help but stir a little, most especially since what he was doing to her feet was really making her very horny. She began undulating her hips into the beach towel ever so slightly, giving a low moan of approval and hoping that Brad would continue. Not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to interrupt things by talking, she silently gave her approval again by slightly rubbing a foot down upon his crotch. She noted his growing cock and smiled with satisfaction.

When Brad saw that Brenda was pressing her pubic bones down onto the beach towel and giving an obvious moan of approval, this encouraged him to do more. Soon he was sucking each of her toes hungrily and sensuously with passion that only a man with a foot fetish can understand. Brenda moaned a little more loudly, which encouraged Brad to really get into worshipping her delectable feet. He was so horny now that his inhibitions were practically forgotten. Brenda was clearly enjoying herself, so he decided to be bold.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard cock and slipped it up and in between Brenda lucious soles as they lay upon his lap facing him. Strands of pre-cum fell upon her soles as he held them together by her ankles with one hand while starting to tickle her soles with the other.

A smile grew upon Brenda's face as she felt Brad's hard cock sandwiched in betwen her soles. She loved how he was holding her feet firmly together by her ankles with one hand while tickling her soles with the other. The tickling was far more than she could handle, but thanks to Brad's firm grasp, she was hardly in a position to stop what he was doing. Besides, she didn't want him to stop what he was doing. It excited her to have her feet so helplessly under his control. The only thing that she could really do was to wiggle her feet up and down a little bit, but all that did was to cause the soles of her feet to press hard against Brad's growing cock as he continued to tickle the soles of her feet.

Brad's delight in having Brenda's feet so wonderfully trapped upon his lap and around his cock was so exciting and satisfying that he could hardly contain himself. The more that he tickled the soles of her feet, the more that she struggled against him. He knew from Brenda's body language that she was enjoying it almost as much as he was, hopefully even more. She could have easily yelled out for him to stop, but she wasn't doing that. Instead, she remained prone to the ground as if she was tied down. In fact, at this point she had her arms above her head with her wrists crossed over one another as her fingers flexed in tandem with the scrunching of her toes. In his mind's eye, Brenda was tied down, which excited him even more.

In Brenda's eye, she was tied down, too, and she was loving every second of it. Her mind flashed back to different times where a couple of past boyfriends had tied her down and made love to her. Those were the times when her orgasms were the most powerful. When she once again realized that she was actually lying there naked on the beach with a handsome young man having his way with her feet, her heart started racing and her juices started really flowing. It wasn't just the foot tickling that was causing her to get wet. Because of her struggling, the towel beneath her had bunched up to the point where it had formed a v-shape of fabric that was pressing up against her clit, causing it to get hard and very sensitive. She was practically gasping from the sensitivity of her clit. She knew that if Brad continued tickling and fucking the soles of her feet as he was, even if for only another 20 seconds or so, she'd explode with a powerful climax that she's hardly be able to hide. At this point, though, she didn't care. Brenda wanted Brad to keep going so that she could get the sexual relief that she desired.

Brad was also at a point of no return as he was about to cum. He loved how Brenda was playing along as if she was tied up and helpless to stop him from having his way with her feet. Pre-cum was now flying all over the place as streams of cum leaked out from his cock. The soles of Brenda's feet had wrapped around his cock so firmly that she was about to milk the cum right out of him. He felt that ever-so-familiar sensation of a climax coming as he continued tickling the soles of her feet. Within seconds his cock exploded with geysers of cum that shot all over the back of Brenda's legs and ankles.

His orgasm was powerful and it lasted much longer than he ever remembered it lasting before. He couldn't believe how much cum had shot out of his cock! After he climaxed, a second climax suddenly hit him. It was with less intensity, but it was nonetheless just as satisfying. Gobs of cum popped up and out of his cock, rising only an inch or two as it dropped upon the soles of Brenda's feet.

When Brenda felt Brad's warm cum first land on the back of her legs as he shot his load, she was about to cum herself. She had already leaked out a steady supply of her own juices from a series of tiny, yet very fulfilling orgasms, but she hadn't actually climaxed. For a split second she thought that her opportunity for her own climax was over when Brad's cum splashed upon the back of her legs. Thinking that he was finished, she revelled with the sensations of already having had a number of smaller orgasms, which had whet her appetite for more.

However, at the very second that she felt Brad's hot globs of cum plop down upon the soles of her feet as he climaxed once again, she was suddenly surprised with a wave of orgasms that seemed to pulse throughout her body. These orgasms then crescendoed into an intense and overwhelming climax that rocked her body. She practically had to bit her lip to keep from screaming out.

Brad's embarrassment of cuming all over the back of Brenda's legs and the soles of her feet was soon replaced with the thrill of seeing her body rock with an intense climax, which he took advantage of by tickling the soles of her feet even harder and faster than before. He could see tears of pleasure streaming down upon Brenda's cheeks as she tried to compose herself immediately after her climax. As he towelled off the cum from her legs and feet, she twisted her body around and with a smile on her face she said, "Wow, that was some foot massage!"

"I'll say," he said back to her. "You were wonderful." Wanting to enjoy her feet some more, he added, "Just close your eyes and relax for a bit. We can talk later."

Brenda didn't repond. She just closed her eyes again and basked in the attentions that he was giving to her feet. He once again licked, kissed and sucked every inch of her feet, taking special care to suck each of her toes until he was thoroughly satisfied.

Even though the the two of them are not romantically involved, they still see each other whenever their schedules permit, though a lot of their foot fetish activities are now indoors. That's not to say you won't catch them on the beach again. They both love the beach!