Hidden Foot Fetish – He Only Needed Soft Toes to Cum

It Began Innocently Enough

With casual compliments about my each of my pedicures, and passing stares that only began to linger after months together.  But, before long, his hidden foot fetish was becoming quite obvious.  Especially the day I came home in my favorite pair of strappy sandals, and a fresh, glossy, french tip.  He nearly gawked at me (my feet) as I loosened the straps of my sandals, and delicately slid them off my high arches.  Then, I gently rubbed the heels of my feet, both to feel their new softness, and also because they were a little sore from walking.

His next words stumbled out of him the same way his body stumbled onto his knees.  He faced the couch, and asked me, now practiced and slow, “I could.. rub your feet! If they’re sore that is.”  I hesitated while I continued squeezing my smooth heel, but ended up obliging.  So, I padded my way over to him, hearing the soft sticking of my lightly damp feet pressing into the cool, tile floors.  My boyfriend looked good on his knees, I thought to myself.  I sat right in front of him, in the spot he patted moments before, and I felt his hidden foot fetish, and craving linger in the room as he grabbed my right ankle.

It was Only a Hidden Foot Fetish Because He Hadn’t SAID Anything

But now, I could see it, and feel it in the way he touched every inch of my bare feet.  I felt his thumbs pressing hard into the soles, and balls of my feet.  He rubbed away every bit of tension there, and I could feel it in my entire body.  Before long, I couldn’t help but relax into the deep cushions of the couch.  It enveloped me just as his hands did my feet, and slowly, my legs drifted apart.  I passively wondered then if a hidden foot fetish was all he had.  Or if watching me become putty in his hands was also doing something for him.

He continued for longer than I expected, but no amount of time would’ve been enough.  By now, he was rubbing his fingers between my toes, and clicking pressure points that seemed to respond to many different parts of my body.  Including, somehow, my pussy.  I never believed the idea of reflexology until the very moment I felt my pussy throb as he firmly pressed his thumb against a spot on my sole.  I couldn’t help but moan, loud enough to mask a moan of his own, since his hidden foot fetish was in full force now.

Then, There was a Different Sensation All Together

Something warmer, slicker, and strong in a different way slid between my big toe, and my second.  I wanted to open my eyes to see, but the immense pleasure was too distracting.  It was almost as if he was licking right against my clit in that moment, and I felt my panties flood with moisture.  Only minutes later, after each of my little piggies were wet, and slippery, did I open my eyes.  This hidden foot fetish was a secret no more.

What I saw, I still think about to this day.  And, the feeling coupled with it makes it all the better.  I loved the look on his face as he slid the throbbing, precum covered tip of his cock against, and in between each of my toes, dousing me in a slimy trail.  Then, I flexed my toes for him, wide enough so he could slide his cock between them, and pump.  Only a few ferocious thrusts of his hips led to the biggest release I’d ever seen from him.  Even compared to the time I thought he had a lesbian sex fetish.  Then, his hidden foot fetish led to that massive load all over my pretty piggies.

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