Sexy Fucking Feet ♕

What feels like an early summer has led me to the beach early with my sexy Fucking feet.

 

Sweating in the heat, my body signaled the ocean for his salty kisses. I was too sweaty for clothes and I left them under a large rock on the shore. Kicking my sandals into the nearest shade, it felt good to be barefoot. I lightly moaned as I felt the warm sands seeping into every crevice of my sexy fucking feet. It was time to get wet and play.

I looked down at my sexy fucking feet.

My shiny black toenail polish contrasted nicely against the pale golden sands. I enjoyed the hot gritty grains on my soles. The sand was moist and cool where I dug my toes in deeper. Slowly spreading my legs apart, my clitoris enjoyed warm sun rays pulsing though her. Smoothly I descended into a full split with my bare pussy atop the wet sands where the tide washes in. I watched the waves roll over my feet. I closed my eyes and relished the possibility that some magnificent shaft was being bathed in the same salty water as my pretty toes.

Mmmm, pleasure overload .

“Excuse me, April?!” I heard a familiar voice call as someone tugged on my hair from behind me. I turned around a little embarrassed. It was my dad’s best friend, yikes! I was totally prepared to cover my entire body and my sexy fucking feet if Mr. Jones would have asked me to.

 

“I am so sorry Mr. Jones. I didn’t think anyone else was here. My body especially needed some tender loving care today. Is seeing me naked too uncomfortable for you?” I studied Mr. Jones’ face. He seemed totally calm and happy. I had grown up around Mr. Jones all my life but had never noticed until now how handsome he is. I guess I am really into mature men now. What Mr. Jones said next validated my preference forevermore. “No worries, sweet April.”

“Can I help you rub your sexy fucking feet?”

Mr. Jones took my bottle of coconut oil from me and poured the melted sweetness all over his cock while looking me in my eyes. “Oops,” he joked as he briefly stroked his oiled up 7-inch cock. “Sorry April, this oil was meant for you.” Then Mr. Jones tightly stroked his cock upward to spoon the excess oil into a small fragrant puddle in his hand. He sat down next to me with his cock fully erect about an inch away from my foot. Next, Mr. Jones grabbed my left foot and pulled it closer to him so that his cock lightly tapped the arch of my foot. I half expected him to pet me like a cat, but we are both grown humans now.

“Does that feel good?” He asked

Mmm-hmm, I could barely answer. I had laid my bare back on the hot sand as I enjoyed his oily hands rubbing my sexy fucking feet into a state of ecstasy. It was more than the sand that was heating up when I felt the push of something bigger than a finger, squishing through my toes. Call me so I can finish this story with you, sexy…