So, today’s client was only in town for two nights, and I felt pretty special getting to spend one of those evenings with him. Before we even met up, we had a little chat about what he was expecting, what we both liked, and of course, what was not allowed. We seemed to click pretty well and the theme of the night? Foot fetish.
I went to his hotel. I kept it discrete with what I wore—didn’t want to catch the staff’s attention. Sure, my underwear and thigh highs were sexy and lacy, but the dress? Simple, nothing too flashy. I skipped the reception and headed right to the lift, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as usual.
When I knocked, he opened the door almost immediately. We said hi and I stepped inside.
“Right on time,” he said with a smile, taking my coat. “It’s great to finally meet you.”
“I try to be punctual,” I replied, playing with the hem of my dress.
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked, gesturing to the mini bar.
“Maybe just some water, thanks,” I nodded, then added with a grin, “Wasn’t expecting you to be so good-looking.”
“Oh, come on,” he laughed, handing me a glass. “Everyone can see I’m pushing forty.”
“Maybe, but that’s not a bad thing,” I shrugged.
I sat down and slipped one foot out of my heel to get comfy, and his eyes immediately went to my foot as I stretched it. Oh yeah, he definitely had a foot fetish.
“It’s just uncomfortable,” I said, but the way I said it? Yeah, it definitely suggested something else.
“Well, I can’t let a lady suffer,” he said, kneeling down in front of me and taking off my other shoe. His hands were huge compared to my ankle, but he was gentle, almost asking for permission with his eyes before continuing. I just wiggled my toes, signaling him to go ahead.
He massaged my feet for a bit in silence, and then I casually threw out, “You know, these stockings aren’t exactly comfortable either.”
“Forgive me for not noticing,” he smirked.
I thought he’d pull them off, but no. Instead, he slowly rolled up my dress, revealing the top of the stockings. He carefully started sliding them down, making sure not to touch my bare skin. Just when he got to my heel, he gently brushed against it, which made me giggle.
“Don’t tickle me!” I laughed, trying to pull my foot away, but his grip was firm.
I raised my leg, teasingly hovering it near his face. “I’m waiting,” I said with a playful tone.
Without missing a beat, he pressed my foot to his cheek, then slowly licked my ankle, moving lower until he grabbed the rolled socking with his teeth. I helped him a bit by pulling my foot back and once it was free, he pulled it closer again, running his tongue between my toes in a way that reminded me of something else… You know what I mean. Then, he took my big toe into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He was at it for a good while before he stopped.
I gave him a questioning look, and he just pointed to my other foot.
“No hands,” I reminded him, grinning.
He didn’t plan on using any. He bit onto my stocking and pulled it off in one smooth move, quickly getting back to work. His mouth was busy, licking between my toes, totally lost in it. “Do you like that?” I asked quietly, even though he clearly couldn’t answer.
I pressed my other foot against his crotch, feeling how hard he was. “I know you do,” I teased, tapping his bulge.
He paused and stood up, suggesting we move to the bed.
He kneeled in front of my feet again, tracing the outline of my ankle with his finger. . He kept kissing and licking, working his way up from my heel to my toes, sucking and licking each one. He was so into it, I almost felt like I was the one getting a footjob!
I turned my feet so they were facing down, and he started licking the top, rubbing my ankle softly. I noticed his hand had slipped into his pants.
“Wanna finish on my feet?” I asked, my voice all seductive.
“Can I?” he asked, pausing for a second.
This time, instead of using his body, he knelt down and started stroking himself with one hand while his other hand played with my feet. His fingers traced my ankle, then ran along the bottom of my foot, making me squirm a bit.
He was getting more into it, his breathing heavier as he wanked himself off, totally focused on my feet. I wiggled my toes, giving him a little tease and his grip tightened, stroking faster.
He just groaned, too into it to respond properly. A few seconds later, he was done, cumming all over my feet while still stroking himself. I just smiled, watching him enjoy every second of it.
