Jacuzzi Soles
(Published on Saturday, February 14, 2004)
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Not too long ago, when I was lounging in the jacuzzi at my health club, I had the most erotic encounter with an older married woman. I found her to be attractive. She had a sweet smile, and a great face, though she was maybe 20 pounds or so overweight. But what really caught my eye when she walked into the jacuzzi were her feet. They were perfect! They looked to be about a size 7 1/2, with nice arches, candy apple red toenails, perfectly porportioned toes with gumdrop-like toe pads, and even before she stepped into the water, I could see that her soles were nicely wrinkled. And they looked so soft!

Normally people walk into the jacuzzi from the steps at either end, but this woman squatted down next to me and asked, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," I replied back, almost blushing because I found her feet to be so stunning, and it was hard for me not to stare at them. As it turned out, the only reason that she sat next to me was that she was expecting her husband to come out to join her in the jacuzzi, and the spot next to me had a place for two people.

"Oh, good," she replied back. "My husband's coming out, and I want us to be together." Then she really embarrassed me by asking, "Were you staring at my feet?" She didn't ask in a mean way. She was just curious.

"I, uh ..."

"It's okay of you were." She said rather nicely. "I like it when guys notice my feet." She settled down next to me with her back to one of the jets. Because the jets were spaced every other seat, she wasn't immediately next to me, so there was a space between us. I was also facing outward with a jet hitting my back, too.

"Well, you have great feet," I told her. "I didn't mean to stare."

"Like I said. It's okay." She said calmly. With a slight smile on her face, she add, "So, be honest with me. Do you have a foot fetish? It's okay if you do. My husband has one."

I just blurted out the truth. "Yep, guilty as charged."

"I thought so," she said with confidence. "I can usually tell when a guy has a foot fetish."

There was something about her that made me feel at ease. She was clearly not a judgemental person, and was comfortable with me having a foot fetish. Feeling a little bold, I asked, "So if I were to offer you a foot massage, would you accept?"

"Oh, sure, but to be honest, my husband is kind of a jealous guy, so ..."

"I understand," I interrupted her.

"But if you were discreet about it, especially here in the jacuzzi, I wouldn't object at all. By the way," she said extending her hand, "My name's Julie."

"Luke," I replied back.

Then she laughed and said, "Just don't call me Julie when my husband gets here."

I understood. With a smile I said, "Got it." Before I could think any further, or say anything else, a rather large man stepped into the jacuzzi, and headed our way. Since he was making a beeline for the spot in between us, I just assumed that this was her husband. "It looks like he's here," I said to her, nodding my head in this man's direction.

"No. That's not him."

We both kind of looked at each other, and instinctively moved towards each other a little bit in the hopes that this guy would sit elsewhere. Our instinctive pupose was to reserve a seat for her husband. The guy ended up sitting to her right instead of in bewteen us, which was a good thing since her husband actually suddenly showed up right behind this other guy. "Oh, there you are," she said to him with a smile on her face. They kissed and he just kind of stood there in front of her because there really wasn't a great deal of room for him to sit. That other guy on the right side of Julie had pretty much taken over her spot so that he could use that jacuzzi jet.

Julie's husband was a very good looking guy, and in good shape. I don't know why it hit me the way that it did, but I suddenly felt jealous, which was weird since I barely even knew his wife. I didn't want to ruin any possible chance of getting to know this woman at a later date, so I stepped up and without saying a word to her, I said to him, "Here, take my spot. I'm heading for the pool now anyway."

Julie's husband was not only good looking, but he was very nice. "Thanks," he said to me. To my surprise, he added with a laugh, "I'll keep the spot warm for you if you return."

I just nodded back with a smile, and got out of the jacuzzi to hit the swimming pool. Almost immediately I regretted having gotten out of the jacuzzi. I watched the two of them as I sat in the pool near the steps. They chatted briefly, but then just kind of laid back to enjoy the jacuzzi. The jacuzzi itself was completely full by then with no available spots. Still, after just a few short minutes, I headed back into the jacuzzi and kind of stayed in the middle of it, just sort of dipping myself in and out.

As fortune would have it, another guy on the other side of Julie's husband got up to leave. I beelined my way back to that spot and sat down. Julie's husband saw me, and to my surprise once again, he offered me my old spot so that I could use the jacuzzi's jet. "Hey, you're back. Do you want the jet?"

"Thanks, but I'm good. I just want to relax here a bit." I laid back and closed my eyes. A couple of minutes later I looked up and saw that Julie's husband had turned around, and she was massaging his back. She didn't say a word to me when I looked up at her. We just kind of smiled, and I closed my eyes again.

A couple of minutes later I looked over to see that Julie had squeezed herself in between her husband and me. Her left hand was massaging his neck. She was kind of leaning into him in a loving way, and her right hand was underneath the water. Because of the jacuzzi's bubbles, I couldn't see what Julie may or may not have been doing underneath the water, but my dirty mind assumed that she was probably jacking off her husband as the jacuzzi's jet was hitting his cock. Lucky guy!

I reached over, but not to check out the truth of what my mind was thinking about what Julie might be doing to her husband underneath that water. Instead, as carefully and discreetly as I could, I let my fingers crawl along my right leg, and then out towards Julie's body. As lightly as I could, I reached out to happily find that both of Julie's soles were face up in my direction as she sat next to her husband, massaging his neck, and very probably jacking him off.

Evidentally, she was sitting on the back of her legs. At first, I don't think she knew that my fingers were very carefully exploring her soles. But when I carried on with a little more pressure, with the fingers of my right hand gliding along her wonderfully wrinkled soles, I could suddenly feel her responding back by scrunching up her toes, and hitting the back palm of my hand with the soft pads of her toes. When I explored further with my fingers, sliding in and around each of her toes, she would occasionally trap my fingers by squeezing them against the top pads of first one foot's sole, and then the other foot's sole by scrunching her toes as if they were a vice. Then she would release my fingers, and allow me to explore her wrinkled soles even more. At one point I kind of twisted my body in her direction, and began to give her a very thorough foot massage from her heels to each and every toe.

While doing this, she continued massaging her husband. Because she was sitting on the back of her legs, the top part of her heels were unavailable to me. Still, I squeezed my fingers in between her butt and her heels to massage them. Her heels were very soft. She ended up repositioning herself by scooting her legs towards me so that I had complete access to her soles and toes. I laid her feet over my legs so that my cock could find it's way up in between the soles of her feet as I held her ankles in place. As I massaged and tickled her soles, she squeezed my cock in between her arches, giving me a most delicious footjob. It didn't take me long to shoot a load of cum, which of course was lost in the bubbles of the jacuzzi. Still, some of that cum found its way onto my fingers, and I massaged it into her lovely wrinkled soles.

By now, after feeling her right elbow slap against my right arm, I realized that she was in fact jacking off her husband's cock. My first reaction was that, here we are, me having had a climax, and Julie's husband probably about to be having one, too, and Julie is probably not getting to that point herself. I felt inclined to give her some orgasmic pleasure, too, so I discreetly reached for her pussy and clit undernath the water.

My excitement heightened when I discovered that Julie's pussy was sopping wet with her own juices, and it had nothing to do with the water in the jacuzzi. Her cum juices made her pussy slippery wet, and when I found her clit, I gently, but firmly began stimulating it more with my right middle finger. All the while I had Julie's soles still wrapped around my cock as I held her feet in place with my left hand, holding her ankles firmly together.

I couldn't know for sure about her husband's most certain climax, but I could tell that Julie was suddenly experiencing a series of multiple orgasms as I continued to stimulate her clit. I could feel her slippery cum juices splashing up against my fingers, even in the jacuzzi. I could only surmise that she was having a series of female ejaculations. I had expeienced this before with other women, so I was pretty certain that Julie was having some pretty powerful climaxes herself. Because of the number of people in this public jacuzzi, each of us had to be very discreet about what was going on. Still, Julie's underwater reactions made it very clear to me that she was having mupltiple orgasms. At one point her soles squeezed my cock so hard in her struggle underneath the water that it almost hurt. I even came again because of all that was going on so discreetly underneath that water.

I figured that her husband must have cum as well, 'cause Julie appeared to have stopped what she was doing to him, and reached back with her right hand to give my cock a gentle squeeze. I released her soles of course, and she squeezed my right thigh in an apparent appreciation of what had just occured. Under the circumstances, I didn't say a word. I simply closed my eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Then they left together, though not without a quick smile from Julie at a moment when her husband was looking away. He walked towards the men's locker rooms, and she walked towards the women's locker rooms. As she headed in that direction, past me in the jacuzzi, she silently mouthed the words, "Thank you."

I just kind of scrunched up my forehead with an appreciative look, and included a nice smile, since there were still a lot of people around.

Since that time, I've seen Julie and her husband in the jacuzzi together, though we've never repeated that same exact experience. Interestingly, most of the times that I see them now, they sit in the jacuzzi across from each other, as if it was planned that way. I still very discreetly play with Julie's soles and toes underneath the water, but other than a normal glance or two, and a normal hello, we haven't really spoken again. I'm half suspecting that Julie's husband may be a voyeur who enjoys watching, and/or maybe knowing that his wife is having foot fetish fun underneath the water, but I can't know for sure. I'm not about to ruin things by asking about it, or whatever. Some things are best left alone. As long as I get to keep having fun with Julie's soles and toes, I'm not going to do anything to mess that up.