Laundromats and Rest Stops
(Published on Monday, March 14, 2005)
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These two stories were inspired from The Dirty Feet of Water Goddess story that was written to showcase the dirty feet photos that our friend, Guy in Asia shot.

While we were shooting dirty feet photos of Water Goddess, we decided that if we could maybe find a laundromat, that would be a good place for her to get her feet really dirty. We do our laundry at home, but I certainly remember plenty of dirty feet when I used to do my launry in a laundromat. One of my favorite sights, which happened more often than you might think if you haven't been to a laundromat, was when a woman was laying face down on a bench with her soles facing up. They were often reading a book, or sometimes taking a little cat nap.

I know what you might be thinking, you sleeping feet fans, but you know very well that you should only look, and not touch a perfect stranger's feet. Thankfully for me, I had a pretty easy time approaching women, so I often became friends with some of the women who came into the laundromat on a regular basis. My problem wasn't getting women to indulge my foot fetish by allowing me to play with their feet, but making sure that the women I got to know, and play with, were not doing their laundry at the same time. Even with the women who were otherwise unavailable because they were married or in a steady relationship often got jealous when they found me paying attention to another woman's feet. I hated those times, but I sure didn't hate having foot fetish fun in the laundromat.

Over the years, I probably met and got to know at least a half dozen women who enjoyed having me pay attention to their feet in a laundromat. I'm not a dirty feet fan per se, so most of my time at the laundromat when I was having foot fetish fun was spent with women who preferred to keep their feet clean. I even had standing dates to meet women at the laundromat where we would do a little roleplaying that was quite rewarding, and of course lots of fun.

My favorite laundromat scenario, arranged beforehand of course, was when female friends of mine would lay themselves face down on a long bench, pretending to be taking a little cat nap while their laundry was being cleaned or dried. I would sit myself down at the end of the bench they were on, and initially just reach over to touch and play wth their feet from heel to toe. It was actually a very naughty thing to be doing, which very often turned out to be something that my female friends enjoyed roleplaying. Sometimes they roleplayed that I was a perfect stranger who was suddenly touching their feet, and yet, because it felt so erotic and sensual to them, they allowed themselves the naughty pleasure of letting it continue.

Or sometimes they would roleplay the naughtiness of tempting me with their feet just to see if I would take the bait, and give their feet some sensual attention. The various roleplaying games we played were always a lot of fun. Usually there weren't many other people around, and sometimes nobody else at all. But if there were people around, I'd just take their feet into my lap, and give them a really great massage. Sometimes I'd even suck their toes, or tickle their feet right there in the laundromat, depending upon the circumstances.

What struck me as odd, but in a most erotic way, was that the young girl in the middle of the other two had her feet either pressed up against the back window, if she was in a regular car, or they were sticking just outside of a sliding window that you will often see on pickup trucks. The way her feet were sticking out of the widow suggested that she was maybe lying upside down in the vehicle. I'm foggy on those details because two major things happened that takes up that part of my memory of that whole episode.

When I first spotted them, they had been driving in the slow lane of a two lane highway at what seemed slightly lower than the regular speed limit. I was going a lot faster than the speed limit, which I shouldn't have been doing, but I was somewhat reckless in my younger years. As I was approching their vehicle, theirs seemed to slow down a lot, so maybe they had been going faster than the speed limit after all. I couldn't tell one way or the other. But people in other vehicles often slowed down when I was coming up fast behind them because they surely thought that I was a motocycle officer since I drove a large bike that was similarly outfitted.

I have a pretty good eye for spotting feet, as I'm sure a lot of you do, so when I was almost up to their vehicle, and saw the left foot of the driver resting her feet upon her side rear view mirror, I slowed down so that I wouldn't pass them, and then watched for a minute or two. When it suddenly dawned on me that all three women were showing off their feet, I got hard instantly. So I pulled into the slower lane behind them, which I had to do anyway since a faster car was approaching me from behind. Normally I would ride on the left hand side of the lane, but in this case I wanted to get a better view of the woman farthest to the right, so I drove on the right side of the lane. The view was okay, but not great.

I did realize that these women were probably just being very relaxed in the car rather than doing things puposely to show off their feet, but I was still curious nonetheless. Perhaps from dumb luck, their car went into the fast lane to get around a slower moving vehicle. I followed. This time, instead of going back into the slower lane, they stayed in the fast lane. Oh, boy! I pulled up alongside them, and then paced them so that I was literally within easy reach of her feet, which were still hanging outside of the car.

In those days, you didn't have to wear a helmet until you were in the state of Nevada, and I wasn't wearing one. I was one of those surfer type of guys whose sun-drenched blond hair flowed freely while driving my bike. My hair wasn't exceptionally long; just somewhat long. And I was tanned. Very tanned. I thought that the girls either liked the way that I looked, or maybe they were just very friendly, or that maybe they just knew that I had a foot fetish, and wanted to mess with me a bit. It soon became obvious that they wanted to tease me with their feet, and I learned later on that they had me easily pegged as a guy with a foot fetish. Like that is a surprise. Sometimes we guys can be so obvious. 

Smiles were all over the place. Me towards them, and they towards me. Within a few short minutes, the driver made tickling signals with her fingers, as if I should tempt fate, and tickle her girlfriend's feet. I wanted to do just that, but didn't know for sure what was going on. Then they suddenly pulled away, which disappointed me tremendously, but just as suddenly I realized that they had to pull over ahead of me to allow another vehicle to pass them. Just as quickly, they pulled back into the fast lane, and even slowed down before I could speed up to catch them. They were definitely having fun with me, and messing with my head. No, not the head atop my neck. My other head! 

Instead of actually reaching out, and trying to tickle her feet, I made a motion myself as if I was going to maybe tickle her feet. The girl actually moved her eyebrows up and down a few times, as if she was giving me permission to tickle her feet, and she even gave me a little nod of her head, motioning for me to give it a try. But was I imagining it all? Of course I wasn't. I thought I even heard one of them yell out, "Tickle her feet. We dare you!"

But the wind passing over my ears could have been playing tricks on me. Still, I reached over, and tickled her feet. She smiled, and left her feet right there. I reached over again, and kind of grabbed onto one of her feet to give it a kind of one handed massage. Wow! Her feet were really super soft. She took her other foot, and kind of massaged the top of my hand with it. Playing with her feet like that while driving alongside of her on my motorcycle was a lot easier than you might imagine.

I'm not sure what changed, but when they talked to me next, I had no problem hearing them. I saw that the driver said something to the girl whose foot I was massaging and tickling. Then I heard the girl yell out, "Are you up to giving all of us a foot massage?"

"Absolutely!"

They pulled ahead of me again, and then turned right onto an exit leading to a rest stop, as if the rest stop suddenly sprang up from nowhere. I guess timing is everything. The only thing that I didn't like was that the rest stop was full of people. They were everywhere. The girls were hungry, so we went into a small snack shop. While they ate, I gave two of the girls a foot massage, but not the one whose feet I had played with while driving. I gave them real foot massages. Not one of those namby-pamby ones. But it was on a steel park bench, and the whole thing was somewhat awkward because of all the people eating around us. I even got a couple of disapproving looks from these complete strangers, with one exception, which was funny. Some woman hit her guy in the shoulder, probably her husband, and she exclaimed, "Why can't you do that for me!" Then she looked at me, at all of us really, and asked, "Can I be next?" She was only joking of course, but her guy didn't seem too pleased with me. Luckily they left.

The girls just laughed. I did, too. It turns out that these girls, these college roommates, were going to Las Vegas to be in a wedding. However it happened ... it's all kind of foggy now ... we ended up going back outside, and chatting it up a bit on a grassy knoll that was pretty secluded. It had somehow been decided that I was duty-bound to give the remaining girl the best foot massage she had ever had, "just like you gave me" said the girl who turned out to be the bridesmaid.

The thing that was turning me on the most, however, was that the driver and the bridesmaid kept teasing the bride, the one whose feet I had played with while driving. They teased her about how she loved having her toes sucked. They even asked me a rhetorical question. "You'd be happy to suck her toes, wouldn't you?"

The bride looked at me and said, "I don't want to put you out."

"Put me out?" I thought to myself. And then I said to her, "It would ne my honor, and my pleasure. Think of it as a wedding gift." Who was I kidding? This dumb luck opportunity was my gift! She laid face down on a blanket that they had provided, and with her feet laying on top of my left leg, I made a point to give her a really great foot massage, one foot at a time.

It seemed like everyone kind of zoned out. Even I did for a while. It seemed as if the driver had fallen asleep about a yard away from us on a separate blanket. Every once in a while I would hear a small little snoring going on, but just ever so slightly.

The bridesmaid remained awake, and gave me a knowing smile while laying face down herself. She would occasionally brush her very sexy, and soft feet along my legs. She'd lick her lips from time to time, and nod her head towards the bride's feet, as if telling me that I should suck on her toes after massaging them. I had a gut feeling that the bridesmaid would get turned on watching me suck the bride's toes. But maybe that was just me thinking it so. Then again, at one point the bridesmaid adeptly unbottoned my fly with her toes, and my cock easily found its way outside of my jeans, and at attention. She was laying face down at about a ninety degree ankle from the bride, whose feet were still resting atop my left leg.

While I continued to massage the bride's soft feet, the bridesmaid wrapped her soles around my cock, and kept my happily trapped cock in between her feet, which were face up, and for the most part motionless. Occasionally she would squeeze my cock a little harder with the soles of her feet, which kept my cock pretty hard. I could already see pre-cum escaping its head.

It was around this time that I gently, but firmly grasped the ankles of both of the bride's very soft and sexy feet, holding them together down upon the top of my left leg as I lightly tickled her soles. She squirmed just a bit, but only after I tickled her a little harder just to see how ticklish she might be. Then I carefully raised her right foot to my face, encircled her big toe with my tongue, and very carefully eased my mouth down upon it so that I could suck it. It was heaven. Pure pleasure. Evidentally, it was heaven to her as well. She softly confessed to me, "Oh God, that feels sooo good. You can keep doing that for as long as you want. I am not going to stop you."
"I hope that you're not too ticklish," I said to her.

"My feet are pretty ticklish," she confessed, "but I actually like having my feet tickled. I just can't take responsibility for what might happen if you tickle them too hard."

"Okay," I replied. "Just relax then, and allow yourself to enjoy the moment."

She didn't say another word, except to briefly open her eyes, and look over towards her bridesmaid. She squeezed her hand, and quietly mouthed a "thank you" to her. Then both of her hands reached underneath her lower torso as she arched up a bit, unzipped her jeans, and laid back down again with her hands inside of her panties.

While she was doing this, I firmly grasped her ankles, and pulled her another eight inches closer to me so that her feet were resting soles up on both of my legs, just a couple of inches beyond the soles of her bridesmaid, whose feet were still wrapped around my cock. Seeing four soles facing up towards me made my cock even harder. I gently raised the right foot of the bride to my face, and began sucking on her big toe after taking it into my mouth. One by one, I took each of her toes into my mouth, and then the toes of her other foot. I licked and nibbled the soles of both her feet. When I could, I would sometimes tickle the soles of the bridesmaid while sucking the toes of the bride, and the bridesmaid responded by squeezing my cock a little harder. At this point, my pre-cum was flowing pretty freely.

Taking a bit of a gamble with the bride, I laid her feet around my cock, and held them together by her ankles on top of the bridesmaid's soles, which were at a ninety degree ankle from hers. I heard a quick gasp when she suddenly realized that not only was she feeling my hard, warm cock in between the soles of her feet, but that the top of her feet were feeling the wrinkly soles of her bridesmaid. For a moment she tried to pull away, but I held her ankles firmly together. I began tickling the soles of her feet, which almost proved too much for her. As she struggled from the tickling with an approving, soft, low moan, her butt arched up a bit, and then grinded back down again as her hips undulated with pleasure. It was clear to me that she was masturbating her pussy and clit with complete abandon, and with the combination of me tickling her soles, I knew that she'd probably be cumming hard within a minute or so.

I realized, too, that the bride's newfound pleasure didn't go unnoticed by the bridesmaid, who was looking intensely at her friend with excitement, even though her friend had her own eyes closed, and was looking the other way. The bridesmaid's soles were pressing my cock even harder. She was also pressing and lifting her soles and toes up against the top of the bride's own feet the best that she could, which was difficult to do since I had both of their feet trapped in place around my raging hard-on. The harder that I tickled the bride's soles, the harder that she squeezed my cock with her feet. With four soles working their magic on my very happy, and excited cock, squeezing the pre-cum from me even more, and watching how turned on these two young women seemed to be by what was going on, it didn't take more than a few more seconds before huge loads of cum bubbled up, and exploded all over the place.

The timing couldn't have been better, as it was very clear that the bride was having an enormously powerful climax. The multiple orgasms that were rocking her body seemed to go on and on. By then she had pulled her hands out from underneath her body, and was gripping the blanket underneath her to the point of practically ripping it apart. I had also released the grip I had on both of their feet, and the two of them very quickly faced each other with one of those looks of "Oh My God!" The bride even grabbed the hands of her bridesmaid, pulled them to her sopping pussy, and eclaimed to her, "Feel how wet I am. I'm drenched!"

The she looked up at me, and said, "What the hell did you do to me?" Grabbing me my the hand, she also brought it to her pussy and said, "See? See what you did to me?"

"Hey, I'm happy," I told her, "but I can assure you, all I did was help a little. It's all you. It's really ALL YOU!"

The two of them just kind of laughed together, as quietly as they could because of the driver, and then they burst out laughing when the driver appeared to suddenly wake up and ask, "What are you two laughing about? Did I miss something?"

I found it a bit incredulous that the driver didn't wake up to what had been going on, but for the most part, most of what happened was relatively quiet. Amazingly so when you think about it.

I'm not exactly sure how long I sucked the bride's toes, or licked and nibbled her soles, but by the time that this whole experience came to the heavier tickling, and a literal climax, it was almost dark, and the brides big toes were deliciously wrinkled up like prunes. She had such perfect feet! My guess is that we spent about ninety minutes or do on that grassy knoll. Thank goodness for secluded spots in rest areas.

When everyone realized how late it had gotten, I apologized, but everything was fine. They told me they didn't really want to hit Las Vegas until it got dark anyway, 'cause "it's really the best and only way to enter Vegas." I was happy that they all still felt great about having met me, and for the naughty stuff we had done, both on the road, and at the rest stop. Each of them kissed me on the cheek, and the bride even whispered into my ear a heartfelt "thank you," as she kind of kissed and nibbled on my ear lobe. Then out loud to the rest with a laugh, she said to the rest of them, "Now I'm ready to get married!"

I asked them if they needed anything before I got back on the road, and they said they were fine. All they really needed was to pee really badly; all of them! I needed to pee, too, so we headed to our respective restrooms. When I got out, the bridesmaid, whose feet had found their way into my jeans was waiting to say good-bye again, even though we had pretty much done that already. "That was really fun," she told me, "AND hot!"

"It was for me, too."

"Ya' think?!" She said slyly. "So take care."

"You, too."

I didn't want to hang out to have the other girls see me since we had pretty much said our good-byes. I really didn't want to be heading off at the same time as they left because we still had about another forty-five minutes or so left of driving before getting into Las Vegas, and it would have been awkward for me to be driving alongside of them again. But before I could head out, the bridesmaid ran up to me again, and asked, "It was okay that I did that to you, wasn't it?"

"Are you kidding?" I rhetorically replied. "Look what happened? It was great."

"Okay, good."

It was as if she needed reassurance from me. Oh, the irony.

Then the driver and the bride came out of the restroom with big smiles on their faces. They were genuinely glad to see me still there. Somewhat to my surpise, they asked me if I wanted to attend their bachelorette party, which was supposed to be later on that night. "You'll have a lot of feet that will want your attention," they told me. "And believe me, we're going to tell them about you!" It seemed as if the bride told the driver all that had gone on, if in fact she had really been asleep the whole time. I had my doubts.

Talk about dumb luck! But alas, this is where my luck ran out. As it turned out, I had been scheduled to be the warm-up act for a small nightclub. So I headed off to Las Vegas ahead of them as they gathered themselves to head off, too. I never saw them again. While I've had a lot of wonderfully erotic foot fetish experiences with others, they were never quite like that one.