Shoe Fetish Gives Him MUCH Pleasure
I must confess, I have a favorite friend of my mom’s. She is in her mid 40’s and is amazingly fit and toned. Everything about her is perfect. From her head right down to her feet. Which coincidentally are my favorite things about her. Wondrously high arches with delicately wrinkled soles.
I got to stay at her house one summer break. Long days spent lazing around the pool and trying to hide the ever growing bulge in my pants. A couple of weeks without release was starting to get me very very responsive to any flash of leg or arch.
When a Shoe Fetish Goes Shopping
One day we went out to lunch and she decided to do a spot of shoe shopping. For two hours we went from shoe shop to shoe shop with her trying on pair after pair. “You’re being so patient!” She said.
Little did she know I was in heaven. Well, maybe she did have an inkling. It was hard to conceal!
She finally chose a superb pair of five inch red peep toe pumps with a cutaway at the arch. She wore them out of the shop and for the rest of the day.
Shoe Fetish Takes Flight!
When we got home I was thinking about taking a cold shower to try to cool off when she said she had to go out for a couple of hours. I couldn’t believe it! This was the chance I’d been waiting for for weeks!
She literally slipped off the red pumps, put on a pair of wedges and walked out the door. I couldn’t get to her shoe cupboard fast enough, ripping off clothes as I went. I cradled one of the pumps in my shaking hands and ran my tongue down the sole, drinking in her taste. It was still warm.
I lay back and surrounded myself in pairs of her heels, totally out of control. I took one of her red pumps and worked my way into it. Pushing and working until my head was through the peep toe. After the weeks of build up I was shaking with excitement and wondered if I could achieve something I’d tried to do for years but never quite managed.
Oh, That Orgasm!
I started pinching and teasing my nipples, working and playing with them, flicking them with her heels. I started to feel a welling deep down inside. I thought I might manage it this time! I kept teasing and playing and feeling myself on the edge. Over and over. Time after time, with no concept of the passing time.
Each time I would get so close and right on the edge but never quite over. Then I looked up, and she was standing in the doorway. Watching. I saw her staring at the red pump on my cock and just exploded. Wave after wave, spraying through the peep toe, clean over my head and onto my face and chest. It seemed to go on forever. Two weeks of build up exploding through her pump. When it finally stopped she gave a wicked smile and said,
“I’ll let you go on and clean up”.
Then she turned on her beautiful heel and walked out.