It was my first time with a “foot guy.” Names changed of course. Before this all happened, my feet weren’t any kind of focus in my sex life.After this happened, that all changed. But those are the later stories. So, Ok, here we go.
It was twelve years ago when I was in the military. I worked at a big command. Office work. I was young and eager to do a good job. There was occasional flirting – like there is in any environment where men and women work closely together.
Little passing comments. Maybe looks that lasted a fraction of a second too long. Little smiles. Nothing dramatic – just nice, fun stuff. There were a lot of guys up for flirtation but the focus of this story involves Rick – a married guy in his late twenties.
Rick was an officer. I was enlisted. He was tall. Well built. Easy to talk to. Good looking.
And there was definitely some light flirting with him.
Rick had his own office.
I’d sometimes catch him spending just a little too long not looking at my eyes.
That fraction of a second – so subtle – where his eyes maybe lingered on my boobs. Or my legs.
Or maybe he was looking down at my shoes? Probably not, right? My uniform shoes were just black pumps.
Thing is, I wasn’t overly obsessing about him (at that point anyway) so I dunno for sure…It was just enjoyable office chat.
One of the other girls had told me he played football in college. I honestly didn’t care but it added up – like I said, he was built.
One time I remember I did ask him about playing football, just to extend the conversation we were having at the time. He said yea he’d played but it was no big deal.
I mention it because he could have used the opportunity to brag and try to impress me. But no, he didn’t.
So, points for Rick. He was modest – I liked that.
Anyways – fast-forward a bit – later that summer, there was a command picnic.
I got myself together. Hair. Light makeup.
Cute shorts, tee shirt, flip flops. Nice pedicure. Red toenail polish.
Not slutty at all. Just cute.
These mandatory events in the military are mostly boring and tedious.
Which it was…
But I ended up bumping into the Rick and his wife and we talked for awhile.
I remember she was tall like him. So different than me.
I’m pretty short. Short and curvy. Big breasts. Little waist. Full, athletic ass.
Anyway, Rick’s wife said something like “oh, this is your little co-worker huh?”
I remember thinking “what’s that mean? What’s he telling her about me?”
But I masked that – I was respectful and pleasant. She seemed to soften up a little while we talked.
Meanwhile Rick is standing just ever so slightly behind her with his hand on her back.
He’s rarely saying anything – his wife is dominating the conversation.
Which was fine.
But what Rick’s actually doing is not even trying to hide the fact that he’s fucking flat-out staring at my feet. Getting away with it while standing there with his wife.
He was locked onto my feet.
I remember a chill in my spine. A tingle in my pussy. I made a point of shifting my feet during the conversation.
Here I was having a chat with his wife but it was like Rick and I had started communicating secretly.
His eyes and my toes were connecting.
Weird. New.
But hot.
It only lasted maybe five minutes and then the picnic went back to normal for me.
Fast forward, maybe a week later, I’m in his office toward the end of the day.
Sitting in a chair on the other side of his desk.
Same sort of chit chat. He’s behaving same as always – charming. Chill.
And then the thing happened that changed everything – and I swear I didn’t do it on purpose.
I crossed my legs and my uniform pump slipped off.
It just happened and I was a little surprised and, like, mildly embarrassed.
It was a dumb, awkward thing to have happened.
I hesitated then bent forward to pick up my shoe to put it back on.
As I grasped my pump, I glanced up to see Rick’s eyes locked onto my foot.
Just like at the picnic.
I hesitated.
I let him look.
I let him look on purpose.
The moment drew out. No words. So awkward but so intense.
I made no attempt to put on my shoe.
You could have heard a pin drop.
I thought my heart would beat out of my chest.
I could hear his shallow breathing.
And there was a hunger in his eyes.
I didn’t want the spell to break.
I wanted this to keep on going.
I slipped off my other shoe.
I put my little feet together on his office carpet.
It’s weird but I’ve never felt so naked.
Inappropriately barefoot in this officer’s office.
His breathing — getting so ragged now.
I lifted one foot up onto his the edge of his desk.
His eyes never left my little toes. I could tell he was focused on my toes. Oh shit!
My naked, perfectly-pedicured toes just two feet from this very hungry, very good-looking man.
He shifted his chair a little toward my foot.
But then he snapped out of it!
I felt a little jolt of fear. What’s gonna happen here? SHIT!!
He stood up, seemed to steady his breathing, then walked toward his office door.
He’s walking out?
I quickly pulled my foot back and put on both shoes.
Ready to follow him out. Act like this never happened. Like the picnic. Never happened.
But he stopped at his door. Just stood there for a couple seconds.
He shut his door.
And locked it.
My fucking heart about leaped out of my chest.
And for the first time since my shoe fell off he looked into my eyes.
Hard.
Intense.
He walked back to his desk. He sat. Kept looking at me. At my eyes.
I was scared and excited.
What the fuck is happening here? What’s about to happen??
He’s waiting for me. To do what?
So, I slipped off both shoes.
Barefoot for him. Again. Willingly.
My pussy so wet. Jesus this was intense!
He reached down and grasped an ankle. Our first touch. Electric.
Lifted my leg, resting my foot on the edge of his desk.
Again he gazed. Took his time.
I had played into it and now he was very in-charge.
Amazing tension in those moments.
I was so aware of my pussy creaming. And I would have given it to him for sure. I would have spread my legs wide for him right there! I would have sucked his dick in that moment.
I would have done anything – whatever he wanted.
But he wants my toes??
He leaned into my toes with his handsome face.
And he sucked.
He didn’t lick or kiss my toes.
He took them into his mouth and he sucked.
He sucked them one at a time, two at a time. Three!!
And he sucked my big toe most intensely. His hand pressuring his dick through his uniform pants.
I wondered if he’d cum like that – this foot guy – so addicted to feet. To MY feet.
He took my other foot, lifted it up.
Then, with me still sitting in my chair, he held both of my ankles and guided my soles to his face.
Smothered his face holding my ankles.
He breathed deeply.
A heavy sigh. He sounded like he was in heaven.
His grip was so firm on my ankles.
He began moving my soles over his face, his tongue darting out.
Licking my arches.
My heels.
Delicately, he ran the tip of his tongue sideways across the bottoms of my little toes.
And then he took one foot and swallowed it whole.
Like almost all the way to my heel.
It felt WONDERFUL!!
He held it deep in his mouth for a few seconds, then began moving his tongue.
God it felt great!
And it looked BEYOND hot!!
And then – both hands around my ankle – he began pumping my tiny foot in and out of his mouth.
It was so erotic.
He took it out and began licking up and down.
He went back to pumping the whole thing in and out, deep in his mouth.
To this day, if a man does this to my foot, I just lose my mind.
I was so turned on, my hands were on my tits, squeezing them both through my uniform blouse.
He stopped.
He stood up.
I thought, “are we about to fuck?” Cuz I was so ready, despite the risks. At that point, I had no idea what would happen if we got caught and couldn’t have cared less.
He unzipped his uniform trousers.
And, like, in one slow motion he reached deep inside his pants and pulled out the most beautiful cock and balls I had ever seen. I dunno, maybe I just hadn’t seen that many dicks before but holy shit, this was different.
He was totally hard.
Precum everywhere.
His dick looked so long. And thick.
Big, heavy balls – holy shit!
I was soooo ready at that point! Ready to suck. Ready to spread my legs as wide as they would go.
I was READY!
But he took my ankles again into his strong hands.
He pulled both of my feet toward his dick. Rubbed his cock all over them.
Like everywhere.
So much precum on my arches.
Glistening precum coated my shiny red toenails. I remember thinking that my toes looked very pretty like that.
He put my soles together and put his big hard dick between them.
And fucked me.
Not my pussy. He fucked my feet.
I was sure in this position he could see up my uniform skirt to my drenched panties, my pussy wet – giving off HEAT.
But he fucked my feet like they were the best pussy in the history of the world.
I really didn’t do anything.
He did everything, firmly grasping my ankles.
I just stared at his dick gliding in and out over my arches.
My pussy ached for any touch.
But he kept fucking my feet, building toward his climax.
And climax he did.
Thick spurts of hot cum shot up my calf, some dripping down my inner thigh.
Tons of cum on my feet.
Heels, arches.
He made a point of aiming his last jets of cum onto my toes, coating them entirely.
Cum all over and between my toes.
Rick held his still stiff dick on my feet.
He moved it slowly – smearing his load everywhere.
It was absolutely the biggest load of cum I’d ever seen – by far.
Spent, he reached behind himself, grabbed a box of tissues, and handed it to me.
I used like half the box wiping away his cum.
And I didn’t get it all.
Since this was over and we were still at risk of getting caught I hurried to leave.
No words were spoken.
With my shoes back on, I walked back to my desk.
I could feel the cum between my toes. It felt like a lot.
I packed up my stuff and left the building without saying anything to anyone.
I went back to my room – sat in the middle of my bed.
And for the first time in my life, I sucked my toes.
That’s how I was awakened to the power of my feet. I came to learn that there were other men in the world – like Rick – who would do damn near anything – risk their jobs, leave their wives, anything – IF they could worship my feet.
So from time to time in the last dozen or so years, I’ve capitalized on that. My encounter with Rick was an accident. But after that, I became deliberate. An office teaser. A tormentor. Occasionally a pleaser – for the lucky few.
So I have more stories to tell you. I hope you stick around to hear them.
Bye for now…
