Untold Encounter With Her Feet
(Published on Monday, February 3, 2004)
© 2004 SouthSkyEyes

To read an earlier story by SouthSkyEyes, click There's No Holding Back.

SouthSkyEyes shares: "I'm pleased to offer, exclusively first on Great Feet, this short tantalizing story with it's surprise ending. It is inspired by the responses received from so many about my wife's feet, and ties closely to our subsequent photo series expected for *February 18, 2004, on Great Feet.

Please read, and let me know by chat board your honest comments.

Thanks,
SouthSkyEyes"

You take a nonchalant glance in the front windows as you stroll back to room 81 carrying a hot cup of coffee in each hand. It’s good you didn’t tuck your t-shirt into your cutoffs because your cock is stirring. The early morning sun is bouncing off the windows and you’re squinting, but not because of the glare. You’re hoping there’s at least a little gap in the curtains to offer you a peak. Hoping, really, the curtains are spread because some guest left them open all night to let the breeze through the screens. You’re taking a risk you’ll see a woman stirring from sleep, clad in revealing sleepwear rather than some guy in boxers glaring back at you. Really, you’re betting against the odds to see an alluring woman, laying back bare-ass naked or dripping wet stepping from the shower.

Whoa. Yes. You pause, pretending you need to rearrange the cups of coffee as you peer at this woman stirring in bed. Her back is toward you. She’s bare, from her soft shoulders down across her majestic ass to her toes. There’s something about her feet ... stretching, presenting her soles to your eyes. Her right foot is doing this tiny rhythmic flip, as though motioning, to you. She turns her head. Her eyes are half-hidden behind a loose fitting sleep mask, but her mouth seems to flash a teasing smile at you before she plops her head back to the pillow.

She motions to you again with her right foot. Is this woman actually inviting you to enter her room? You notice the door. It’s ajar. You peak in. She’s biding you to enter with her foot. You enter; your heart racing with excitement, pounding in your chest as you size up the room, determining that no one else could be present. You push the door closed with your butt and set the cups onto the desk.

She turns onto her belly, and silently bids you to come to her, with her 10 toes curling to the delight of your flinching cock. Her feet look magnificent, her toes delectable. You want to get down and dirty with this woman, well with her feet that is. It won’t be a problem, you can take a few minutes to get back to your room. You kick off your flip-flops, and pull off your t-shirt and shorts, tossing them in the corner by the door. Wanting some privacy, you draw the curtains, but you keep them open a little bit, just enough to indulge your exhibitionism. You step over to the desk to turn on the lamp.

The reflection of your aroused naked ass flashing in the mirror captures your glimpse. This flash experience, seeing in the mirror your desire, the desire in the face of this naked man, prepared for a ‘harmless’ plunge into the forbidden, cock bone hard and standing tall, staring into your eyes. As you shake loose your stare you know you will never forget this strange view of the fire burning in your eyes.

You turn toward her; she’s still on her belly, presenting the bottoms of her feet to your study. You watch with such fascination as she playfully tosses and turns, pretending to be asleep, presenting her feet, as your private muse, transforming her mystical feet from one fascinating pose into the next. Your balls swell and ache over your study her feet and toes.

She rolls onto her back and spreads her legs. You glance up her legs seeing her pussy part open, her arousal dripping into her most private folds. You sigh ... you would love to fuck her hot sweet ass and imagine she would welcome the fullness of your throbbing cock and milk you dry in her excitement, but you know this is out of the question.

You lift her left foot, planting the ‘meaty’ bottom of her soft textured foot on your face, as though a fleshy mask over your mouth with her toes curling over the end of your nose. You breathe in the sweet-pungency of her maiden feet, setting blaze primal desires deep within you. She slips her foot down, playfully grasping at your bottom lip with her toes as she slips them down your belly, quickly turns over and commences to flap her feet. You know she is welcoming you to suck her toes and this is good because you want to devour them.

You lean over the edge of the bed, grasp her foot with both hands, and hold it as though a mouth watering sandwich but an inch from your lips. Licking your chops, you take a moment to explore the delicate features on and between her adorable curling toes. Unable to contain your excitement you stuff your mouth, toes all bunched together, and begin licking and sucking with abandon, indulging what is obviously her pleasure as well as she lets out a hushed “mmmmmm,” of appreciation . Your cock aches poking the mattress upon each suck, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You pull the end of her now sogged foot from your mouth, your saliva dripping shamelessly down your chin as you set her foot onto the bed. You grab her right foot, wanting to include her other foot in the action as you begin licking and chow down, knowing you’re running short of time. You ease her foot out of your mouth noticing how your saliva drapes over her toes.

She turns over and skooches to let her feet rest over the edge of the bed. You can wait no longer. You grab your shaft and begin probing her creases, rubbing the head of your cock back and forth under the ridges of her bunched curled toes, knowing you’re orgasm is certain ... there’s no turning back. You begin stroking your drooling cock, quickly feeling that tell-tale rush of eminent release.

You frieze upon hearing the door stir. Turning toward the door, you keep a death grip on your cock to keep from ejaculating, right then and there, as the woman finally speaks, letting out a casual “hi hun,” as though masking her surprise.

There’s a man standing in the doorway, smiling. He looks at you – he’s not upset. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and holding his clothes bunched under his left arm.

He lets out a few chuckles, before offering to you “I bet that’s YOUR wife in room 81 ... glad you appreciate MY wife’s feet.”

The two of them bust out in laughter, the woman pulling off her mask finally getting a look at you as you begin chuckling, setting off your orgasm, pulsing out your cock, shooting out across the floor. You join in their outburst of laughter as you ejaculate to completion to their witness.

You know the four of you will be getting to know one another, very soon.