Getting Off on the Right Foot
I was walking out of my lecture and down a crowded corridor when someone nudged my arm.
It was Hailey.
Hailey and I had very similar timetables, so we sat next to each other quite often during lectures. She was a pretty brunette, with a wide smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was grinning at me now, waiting for me to say hi.
I was too distracted by something else. She was wearing flip-flops today, faded white ones that made that “click, clack” noise every time she took a step. Her toenails were painted bright blue. I’d avoided sitting next to her today because I knew they would distract me too much from the lecture. Sometimes I think she notices me staring.
I looked back up to meet her eyes, and they were twinkling with mischief, having followed my gaze down. I cleared my throat, hoping in vain that she hadn’t noticed.
“Hey,” I said back in a strained voice.
“Where are you off to now?” she asked, smiling widely.
“Library,” I said shortly.
“Cool, I’ll come with you!”
I didn’t know how to tell her that I wanted to go to the library to study, not admire her feet. Although, I thought, as she walked in front of me and I glimpsed the back of her heel lift up from the flip-flop, it might not be so bad.
“Want to see my favorite study spot?” she asked, turning back and smiling playfully at me.
We’d been wandering through the library for a little while, looking for a quiet spot to sit. It was a huge library, with 6 floors, so not being able to find a free spot was a little ridiculous. We were on floor 6 now, still just wandering. There were less people here.
“Sure,” I said resignedly.
She gave me a toothy grin. There were less and less people in sight as she led me around the vast floor, until eventually we were at a spot between two bookshelves where there was literally nobody in sight in all directions. The thick layers of dust on each book in these long, abondoned bookshelves indicated that we would, truly, be alone.
As much as that thought excited me, the moment it entered my mind Hailey turned around to face me, hand on her hips.
“Ok, buddy,” she said. “Let’s do this.”
Then, without wasting a moment, she reached forward and placed her hand over my crotch.
Finding my cock already hard didn’t seem to surprise her at all.
“I see you’ve enjoyed yourself, looking casino siteleri at my feet this whole time, huh? We both know you’ve been waiting for this, so just let it happen.”
My cock was quivering under her touch, and she could feel it. Her grin widened.
Without saying another word, she locked eyes with me while her hands loosened my trousers and slid them down my legs. Then, she got down on her knees, opened her mouth nice and wide, and wrapped her mouth around my cock.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, as a thousand explosions reverberated throughout my body and my skin caught fire. Then, from her kneeling position, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me down to the ground until I was lying on top of her, a few inches above the ground.
She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then slid upwards so her waist was at my chin. She was wearing only a miniskirt and a tank top that rode high, exposing her belly. I slid her miniskirt down her legs and was shocked to see her exposed pussy. She had left her house wearing no panties. Through the white tank top, I could see her breasts clearly. She was really wearing nothing but a tank top, a miniskirt and flip-flops.
Getting over my surprise just as quickly as it had come to me, I dipped my head down and began to eat her pussy out. It was already very wet, filling me with confidence, and as I licked the lips of her womanhood, sucked the clit, nipping lightly at her skin, she let out a groan. Her pussy grew more and more wet, until suddenly it gushed in my face, filling my mouth and forcing me to close my eyes.
Then, she touched the back of my head, making me look up, and she smiled.
“Time for your treat.”
She slid further upwards, until below were her feet.
I looked up at her slowly, hoping this was going where I very much thought it was going.
“They’re all yours.”
Slowly, lovingly, I reached down and lifted her right foot. Her flip-flop dangled off the heel as gravity reached for it, and I slowly slid it off her foot and held it up to my face. One long, deep whiff, taking in the scent of her foot mixed with the rubber of the flip-flop, then, I placed it down on the ground and held her foot in my hands.
The sole of her foot was stained slightly from the rubber of the flip-flop. I lifted it up to my face, inhaled it’s scent, canlı casino and licked, from her heel all the way up to the tip of her big toe. The sweat, mingled with the faint smell of rubber and that signature smell that’s dirty-in-a-good-way that feet always have filled my mind and, for a moment, I let it consume me. I took a quick moment to thank whatever fortunes had led to this current situation falling into place.
Then, without hesitation or grace, I put her foot in my mouth. I was licking and sucking hungrily, passionately, like I’d been starved of a woman’s foot my entire life.
Hailey was watching me go, her head tilted slightly.
The entire top half of her foot was in my mouth, and it was bliss. I pulled the foot back a bit until just the toes were left. I swished my tongue between her big toe and second toe, tasting that sweat again, mixed in with the taste of her foot. I did this between each of her toes, cleaning them with my tongue thoroughly, and felt her foot arch suddenly and her toes curl.
Looking up, I saw her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, no mischief in her face anymore – just pleasure.
My curiosity peaked, I pulled her foot out of my mouth. She looked up at me in surprise.
“Do you have a foot fetish, too?” I asked doubtfully.
“No,” she said, not surprised at the question at all. “But I’ve seen you staring at my feet all year. That’s why I started wearing more open-toed shoes, and your staring got more obvious to the point where actually had to move yourself away from me.”
I grinned, turning a bit red.
“But,” she said, “now that I’ve felt this, experienced it, I’ve gotta say, its not so bad. In fact, I could even get used to this.”
“So could I,” I grinned.
She grinned back, and then, back to business, she slid back down until our waists met, and looked me hard in the face.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard, and suck my toes again while you do it.”
I nodded slowly.
She could really tell me to do anything at this point and I’d do it. Telling me to do what I’d wanted felt obsolete in my mind.
The tip of my cock met her pussy, felt the moist fold of skin, and with one thrust, I pushed it all the way in. It was amazing, like I’d expected, and it kept getting better. As I started getting into a rhythm, her hips matched mine, moving back and forth with each of my thrusts, and she lifted kaçak casino her left leg, with the flip-flop still on the foot, and held it up to my face.
Wasting no time now, I pulled off the flip-flop and threw it aside. I put the foot in my mouth and once again got all those sensations back. This foot was still sweaty, still stained slightly by the rubber, and I reveled in the taste, the smell, the feeling, all the while pounding away on her, back and forth, back and forth.
She was groaning, I was grunting. Her foot arched again, toes curling, and I put both in my mouth now, sliding my dick between her lifted thighs and maintaining the rhythm I was drilling into her pussy.
“I’m cumming,” I grunted.
“On my feet,” she said hurriedly, “I want to feel it on my feet.”
I pulled my cock out, and she slid herself back, holding her feet below it. Just looking at her wet feet was almost enough for me, and after a few short pumps my load blew, splattering all over feet, covering the blue polish on her toe nails. I kept pumping until there was nothing left, and then leaned back and breathed heavily. My cum was dripping down over her toes, and a few droplets hit the ground.
She looked up at me and gave a satisfied sigh, smiling, and then surveyed her cum covered feet, watching it drip down and onto the floor.
She opened her mouth to say something. Suddenly, we heard footsteps drawing close.
I hurriedly stood up, lifting my trousers off the ground and sliding them back up, before hanging the edge of my shirt over my pants, hiding my semi-erect dick.
“Ah,” came a voice, as a guy appeared at the end of our bookshelf. He hadn’t looked down, which was good since I didn’t know what Hailey looked like just then. “Do either of you know what floor this is?” he asked.
“6,” came Hailey’s voice. “6th floor.”
I looked down to see her kneeling on the ground, pretending to look for a book. She’d managed to get her miniskirt back up, thankfully, but her flip-flops were still on the ground, one of them a few meters away, where I’d thrown it in my haste.
“Cool,” he smiled. “Thanks!”
Then he turned, and disappeared from sight.
Hailey stood up, her bare feet touching the floor, letting more cum drip down off them. She took a few steps to pick up one of her flip-flops and looked back.
She’d made a footprint of cum with each step toward where she was. It was odd, seeing my cum on the floor, in the shape of a foot. I followed the footprints with my eyes, smirking slightly, then met Hailey’s eyes.
We stared at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing.