This is part II of Stays in Vegas written by JenSorel...
Very well done, very adult!
This story has Female to female tickling and foot fetish themes and Male to female tickling and foot fetish themes.
Stays In Vegas Too
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Vegas.
We came here in a black convertible Mercedes. We’ll be leaving in it too, but it’s what we’ll leave behind, what must stay in Vegas that fuels this story.
To you and yours, I say, enjoy the ride…
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JenSorel proudly presents…
------------------ STAYS IN VEGAS TOO ------------------
I’m speeding us westward, toward Los Angeles. I’m barefoot, working the pedals with my finest of features, my flawless size sevens. I shucked my shoes miles ago. It just felt so right and too good to be barefoot this Sunday morning.
Ever have one of those Vegas weekends, one that finds you trying to piece together the hours and the events that just transpired? Ever been there? I’m there now. With one of Hollywood’s finest asleep in my passenger seat, looking like an absolute angel after acting like quite the devil all weekend long, I begin to reminisce.
My toes spread as I press on the pedal that make us go super fast. We’re one hundred and thirty-two miles outside of Vegas. I slip my other bared beauty forward and smash down the clutch. I know I’m supposed to leave it all in Vegas, but I can’t help myself. The pedal tickles my sensitive sole as it slides across my high arch, as I slowly begin to piece it all together.
I grin.
Then I shift and put this whole thing into whole other gear...
The first time ever I taste her toes I almost come just from the delightful thought of having her feet in my mouth. It’s better than all the foreplay that proceeds and all the sex that follows.
The first time ever I taste her toes, she watches me with wanting eyes as I rub her foot in my hands and I see her eyes go wide as I kiss the tip of each lovely digit. She giggles and gawks as I lick the underside of each one with the tip of my tongue. But then she closes those eyes as I savor those toes. Her breathing picks up as I suckle them. By the time my tongue is slithering in between each digit, tickling her in places I’m confident she’s never been tickled, she’s arching her back and rubbing herself into a fervent tizzy. By the time my foot indulgence has reached a loving crescendo, she shaking all over, albeit more from her hard working fingers than from my pleasure-seeking mouth.
It all works out. We’re both getting what we want.
She opens her eyes and smiles. She looks like she’s waking from a nightlong slumber. She moans. I’m making her smooth sole all slippery with loving licks. She whispers, “Oh, Jen. I love it.”
“I knew you would.”
That’s when I feel her other foot touch me right where I’ve sprung a leak. That foot finds it all too easy to slither up inside me. To my delight, I feel some toes wiggling their way all the way home. And suddenly it’s me that’s smiling.
I close my eyes and push the pretty foot in my hands into my own face. I inhale a smell I live for, right before I make another meal out of the starlet’s toes.
I’m breathless and moaning and grabbing at the sheets and thanking god that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I’m naked in a bed in the Palms hotel and I’m coming all too fast and all too furious.
I arch my back, scrunch up the throbbing toes on both of my bared feet, yank on fistful of sheets and yelp, “Yes. Yes. Oh. God. Yes.”
I come so hard my body shivers in ecstasy for over a minute. I scream in bliss, trying to articulate another, “”Yes,” but it just sound like a wailing “Yyyeeaaaaaa,” as my all-over joy makes me babble. I bite my lower lip to shut myself up, arch my back some more in order to feel some more pleasure down there, and I buck on the king-size bed like cowgirl on a record-setting ride.
I’ve been here before. And that’s what makes it so great. So wrong. But so great.
“Oh. My. God.”
My insides are on fire and my sex is wetter that a fish at home.
“Sweet mercy.”
My sole is being tickled. Through all this my sweet little lover has the presence of mind to tickle my sensitive soles. It makes me buck and arch and yelp. Just like before.
“Fvck. Me. Baby.”
I come again right there in Vegas and, again, think about having to leave all these sins right here in this city.
I live a fortunate life. I love my life. I love my personal life. I love my love life. Love my sex life. I love sex. I love the way it makes my body feel. I love my body. I love each distinctive body part. I love my feet. I love feet.
But you know that.
It’s other people that I love to share all that with. Which is exactly what I’m doing in Vegas.
Ten hours ago, we arrived in Vegas. We dropped our baggage, freshened up and took a very memorable elevator ride that brought us to the casino floor and brought my libido to a very wet and very precarious level. It was an all too seductive kiss that brought the youngest of the Sorel sisters to an echelon known as Girl-Gone-Wild.
“Make me come.”
“Soon. Very soon.”
Her toes tickled my calf as they slipped so snugly into my Ugg. Hadn’t even hit the casino floor, yet I already felt like a winner.
How fortunate. For me.
I’ll dispense some advice on the art of seduction. At least I’ll tell you some things I have learned through the years. And it’s not going to be how to kiss, or how to pick up or how to score on the first date. What I have to say is better than that. What I have to say gets you where you need to go, where I need to be and want to live. I’m talking about a fortunate life. Everything else follows, like a domino effect.
Take your time. Enjoy the ride. The chase is always as fun as the getting. See what you want and go get it. Confidence brings you all sorts of fortunes. If you doubt, you’ll look unsure. Unsure reeks of insecurity. Insecurity is filled with fear.
If you’re reading this and you’re lost, I’ll sum it up and get on with the ride. Take a woman and make her feel like the only woman in the room, the only woman that matters. Listen to her, make her laugh, dote on her. And when you are alone, take her. Period. Show her what gets you excited. If that’s slipping off her shoe and making love to her feet, do that with confidence. If you are having fun, let is show. No one in their right mind will stop fun like that, not when two adults that have gained each other’s trust are being intimate behind closed doors. So, if you suck those toes gleefully and without insecurity, she will jump on the thrilling ride you’re conducting and next thing you know she’ll be putting her other foot someplace fun.
Trust me. This I know.
He slips the slingback on her amazing little foot. He’s being so very professional, while I would just pounce on those sexy toes and those silky soles. He’s doing his job. I’m enjoying the show. He tethers her ankle with the sling and she coos, “I love these.”
“So do I,” I say.
“They’re by Dusica Dusica. From Italy. They are fabulous shoes.”
He doesn’t need to sell them anymore. I can by her face see she’s already sold.
She stands, one shoe on, one bare foot. I watch her as she points her naked foot and stands on her tiptoes to adjust to the difference in height. One heel one, one heel off. Just how I like them.
Her feet are beautiful. Size six and seemingly unblemished. She’s got milky smooth skin and baby-bottom soles that almost appear pinkish in color. Her long toes curl ever so slightly at the tip, as if the weight of the dollops of flesh underneath is just a tad too much to bear for every digit, except for her thin big toes. They appear to carry their weight. They appear ready to eat. Topping off each toe are her shiny white, glowing nails, which are mesmerizing.
Just mesmerizing.
She checks out the shoe in a little mirror and busts me as I gawk at her tempting feet. She laughs. I look up. She winks at me. “I think I’m going to get them.”
“I definitely think you should.”
He tugs at an Ugg, wanting me barefoot.
“What are these you’re wearing?” he asks as he slips off the suede and sheepskin booty
“These are my Uggs. They make my feet all warm and cozy?”
“Yeah?” he says as he drops the Ugg and gawks at my nude size seven. “Know what else makes them all warm and cozy?”
“Show me.”
I’ve been wearing these boots all day, all night and an inviting aroma greets him. It’s the ripened remnants of the Milk and Sweet Honey Foot Treatment I got right before I left LA. It’s something I did for her, hoping she’d be slipping off my Uggs tonight and enjoying these favorite features of mine.
He goes, “Oh god, how I have missed these.”
I’m gone. That’s all it takes. I forget about her and enjoy the one I’m with. His nose slides up and down my silky sole, the one that’s been all snug all day in my Ugg. He enjoys just the pungent aroma for a while, while he tickles me with his grazing snout.
Soon, though, he’s ticking me into sweet submission with dancing fingers. I writhe in hot-blooded delight. I moan. I’m sitting in his lap, in my bra and skirt, missing one Ugg, wishing I were missing a lot more of these clothes.
“Soon. Very soon.”
He’s working my foot in his hands. I relish the way my body feels. We used to do this a lot. Me and him. He used to tickle me into coming. I used come just from his tickling.
I’m enjoying this nostalgic ride, my body churning inside out.
His fingers slide up and down my arch. Then the toe sucking begins. It’s the start of something good, but the end of something that’s been building in me all day.
Once again, we’re alone. Finally. Once again, we kiss. Once gain, I hold her. Our bodies slide against each other’s and we just seem to fit. This is meant to be.
She slips away and sits on the bed. She looks down at her own feet. I take that as an invitation.
I kick off my mules, one after the other as I walk toward the bed. I feel my horny soles sink into the plush carpet. My cotton candy pink nails peek out from the cuffs of the sexy pair of jeans I’m wearing. My little blouse covers half of what’s on top. My long hair spills over my shoulders. “You look so sexy in that,” were her words when we began the evening. “Wait till you see me out of it,” was my teasing reply.
We kissed then. Now we’re going to fvck. But first things first.
Kneeling, I take her left foot in my hands and slip off her new shoe. I tug at the slingback’s sling and slip it over her rounded heel. She bites her lower lip. I watch her do it. I stare into her eyes.
She lets her lips roll away from her own teeth. “I’ve never…”
I’m sliding her sexy shoe off her pretty foot and I try and finish her sentence for her. “Been with a woman? Done anything like this? Met someone who liked feet? Met a woman who wanted to suck my toes? Been to Vegas before? Gambled? Took a gamble in Vegas with a woman who wanted to suck my toes?”
She smiles. Giggles. I make her laugh. “All the above,” she says just like an innocent little schoolgirl. One I am falling for. One that I’ve made feel like the only woman in the room tonight, the only woman that matters.
“Oh baby,” I say.
“Except Vegas. I’ve been to Vegas,” she whispers. “Yeah. That I’ve done. Before.”
She’s so damn cute. She says all that just as I make her foot all naked.
I hold the foot by the heel with one hand, slide the fingers on my other across her sole. I’m still staring into her eyes. “You have pretty feet,” I whisper, never glancing down at them.
“You said that in the car.”
“I meant it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod, pull my hand back toward me, graze my nails across that sole.
She flinches, almost shivers. She bites that lower lip. I watch her do it. “Show me.”
“What?” I inquire with a raised eyebrow and a sexy smirk. I’m teasing her now. But we’re both loving it.
“Show me what you do. With pretty feet.”
I smile. My heart goes thump-thump, but I act like it’s something so very natural, so very normal, and so very fun. “Remember what you said to me in the elevator?”
She nods. Then, “Make me come.”
“Well, my love, here I come.” Still holding her bare foot, I move. I pounce on her, but because her foot is in my hands I make her whole body slide up the big bed until we’re both on it, until I’m towering above her, her foot in my hand, her little skirt hitched up far enough to reveal her slippery folds. She’s not wearing any panties. Neither am I. We’re both glazed and about to get exactly what we want.
It’ll be the first time ever I’ve tasted her toes. I think I’m going to come.
Champagne flies through the air. It’s only airborne for a moment, but all the booze inside of me and the throbbing music and my coming body make it all seem to happen in slow motion. The champagne leaves the nose of the bottle. It’s chugs through the air. Then it hits the sole of my naked foot. It splashes the smooth bottom and it feels so good.
I fall back in the private booth, let the bubbly have it’s way with my foot. Then I watch as he has his way with my wet foot. He drinks the Asti off of it, laps it up like a hungry wino. It feels so good. The lap dance is over, but we’re off to something so much better. I watch him suck my Spumanted toes and know he’ll be inside of me before the night is over.
The dice fly in the air. It seems like they hang there forever. I watch her spin her head and her blonde hair whips through the air. Her smile captivates everyone, including me. Everyone wants to be around her. She so young, so talented and so sexy. Just as her head stops and her hair, which continues its momentum and cutely spanks the side of her own face, she looks at me. Her eyes for an instant increase in size, then shrink into a sexy come-hither look that I’ve only seen in the movies. Her movies. The ones we’ve all seen. The ones that are making her famous. She delivers that look just as the dice bank off the table’s far edge, just as they bounce around and finally land, revealing their lucky numbers. “Make me come.” That’s what those eyes say. That’s what that look conveys. The crowd around the table yells in unison. The numbers were lucky. Everybody wins.
I wish I could slip off an Uggs and slip a foot between those famous thighs and make her come right now. Bet I could do it. Bet I could.
I smile at her. I touch the top of my Ugg with my left hand. She turns and accepts the accolades for the lucky throw of the dice. She’s been doing that for the last hour. The lucky throws, I mean. I think she’s been doing the other stuff, the making people like me melt with one look and being the envy of so many all her life.
“Make me come.”
I slip a finger in the shaggy rim of my Ugg.
“Soon. Very soon.”
I shift in my seat and feel the wetness down there. It’s all over my thighs. I sip some more champagne, thoroughly enjoying the chase. I begin to tug at my Ugg in order to make myself bare down there.
That’s when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn and see a part of my past has come to Vegas.
“Jack,” I whisper. Then I smile. Then I yelp, “Jack.”
In seconds I’m in his arms and I’m inhaling his cologne. It’s been a longtime. Too long.
I met Jack on a blind date. I hated him at first, but he somehow won me over. We had sex the night we met and were together for months. Until I met Emily Burton. After that, things were never the same. They were never the same for any of us. In trying to seduce Emily, a chase that lasted just short of six months, I used and abused a lot of people, including Jack and a former flame named Nikki. I used them both to wash away growing sexual frustrations with Emily. I’d get shunned and I’d dial up Jack or Nikki and invite one into my bed. I’ve been told it’s called booty call. I like to call it having Ten Digit Fun. It went on for sometime. It went on until I dialed both their digits one night. I got one’s answering machine, the other on the line, and both showed up at my door. A threesome ensued. The threesome quickly turned into a sweet twosome as Jack and Nikki found a connection in the bed we all shared. I excused myself, called Emily and the rest is history.
Well, it all was history until my history tapped me on the shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m getting married.”
Sometimes people say things and it feels like time just stops. Quite suddenly there’s silence when there was a lot of noise. Instantly there are just two people in the middle of a crowd in the center of the Palms casino in the heart of Vegas.
“Nikki?” I ask sheepishly and stupidly.
“Yes. But I’m not getting married here. I am getting married, but I here for my bachelor party. A last hurrah. With the guys.”
“So Nikki’s not here?”
“She’s back in Los Angeles. We’re moving to Santa Barbara.”
“That’s great.” Not sure why I just said that. To be polite I guess. “So you guys are doing well.” Can I state the obvious some more?
“Yeah. Getting married. We’ve been together ever since…”
His voice trails off. “Since…yeah.” I say, feeling like a fool and getting a little angry. I run with the anger. “Glad I could introduce you two.”
“Jennifer.”
“What?”
“You should be happy.”
“I should?”
“Yeah. You should be happy you introduced us. You were falling for someone at the time, you know? We just were there because you were using us. It’s not like either of us were going to be your future.”
“Is this how you and Nikki explain it to each other?”
“Don’t be mean. This is coming from me. I wanted more from you and you made it quite clear you didn’t want it from me. I adored you.”
“Adored. Past tense?”
“Yes. Past. I’m getting married. To Nikki. Be happy.”
“I’m trying.”
“You look like you were having fun.”
Jack glances over my shoulder. I realize everyone must be watching. Everyone, including my latest conquest. I turn to see her jealous eyes all over Jack and me. I hope that’s a good jealousy. I hope. I hope. I hope.
“Is that…?” I turn and see Jack’s hungry eyes all over the starlet.
“Yes. It is. And you’re marrying Nikki.” This makes Jack look back at me.
“You know her?”
“None of your business,” I say. I empty my glass of champagne by pouring it all into my mouth.
“You look fabulous.”
“I do?”
“You always do.”
“Jack.” I lean in and look up into his familiar face. “I miss you.”
“Getting married, Jennifer. Married.”
“Some bachelor party. Aren’t you here for a last hurrah?”
“Here to party with some friends.”
“I’ll be your friend.”
“Been drinking?”
“When in Rome.”
“Good to see you have not changed.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell Nikki I said hello.”
“I won’t be doing that.”
“Jealous is she?”
“Quite frankly, yes.”
“Good.”
“Jennifer.” He pauses. He looks at me.
“Jack,” I say. “Congratulations.” It surprises him.
“Thanks.”
“Enjoy you’re last hurrah. What’s on the docket?”
“Ahh,” she says smiling, almost embarrassed. “A lot of gambling. Going to a strip club later. A pretty formulaic last hurrah.”
“Strip club? That’s not like you.”
“Yes it is. You just never saw that side of me. A buddy of mine owns part of the Spearmint Rhino chain.
“I see.”
He gives a head nod to a group of three guys a few feet from him. “You met Marcelo before right?”
“I don’t recall.”
“Well, anyway, it was good seeing you, Jen.”
“And you.” We hug. I hold him close. I feel his thing inflate against my thigh. He pulls away. I pull him back and kiss him lightly, almost innocently. “Good luck.”
He looks at me then breaks our eye contact. “Thanks. Bye.” And he’s gone. He joins his well-dressed friends and they walk and laugh and continue his last hurrah.
“Jack,” I say to myself, reminiscing a bit before I turn back to the craps table.
“Who was that?” she asks. I hear her jealousy. It tells me we’re ell on our way to intimacy. She’s watching him walk away. I’m watching her come my way.
It’s almost one-thirty and the club is hopping. Music’s blaring and guy are hooting and hollering at the dancers on the stage. A guy in a tuxedo approaches me.
“Can I seat you at a table, Miss?”
He works here. He’s a bouncer. “No, I’m just looking for somebody.” He nods and is about to walk away. “Wait, actually you can help me,” I say hoping I’m in the right place and not too late.
We’re alone. Finally. We kiss. I hold her. Our bodies slide against each other’s and we just seem to fit. This is meant to be.
We enter her hotel room. The door swings closed behind us. She giggles. She stumbles. She ‘s drunk. She kicks off her slides and spins. Her momentum sends her toward the bed. The back of her knees touch mattress and she falls. She laughs as she bounces on the bed. She says, “I’m way drunk.”
“I know,” I say, approaching.
I look down at her feet.
She giggles. “You have a one track mind,” she says, busting me.
“You think?”
“Yeah,” she breathes. “You’re like Super Foot Girl or something.” She laughs at her own joke. I approach the bed, looking at her petite body all sprawled out, her mesmerizing blue eyes looking up at me. She lifts her right foot and slides it across the outer edge of my left leg. She caresses my smooth thigh with her silky foot. I grab the foot once it’s within reach. “Maybe you were bitten by a radioactive foot or something when you were young. Super Foot Girl,” she says again, which makes her laugh again. She shimmies up the bed, till her head just reaches the pillows. I sit at the foot of the bed, foot in hand, eyeing her tasty little toes.
It’s the second time ever I saw her feet. I’m bubbly and salivating.
“Super Foot,” she mumbles. Then, nothing. Foot in hand, I’m about to taste her toes. I’m about to feast on her lovely little feet and the thought almost makes me come. Almost. She exhales, and then slightly snores. She’s passed out.
I look at the foot, tickle her sole in an attempt to rouse her. Nothing. She squirms and turns her head, falls farther asleep with a smile on her adorable little face.
I, however, am not smiling. I stay just like this for a minute or three. I actually contemplate having these feet right here, right now, but decide against it. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I’m pretty certain her toes have never been sucked. Or maybe it’s because I suddenly find morals, horny as hell and too inebriated in the city of sin. Whatever it is, I find myself slinking off the bed and covering my sleeping companion up in the comforter.
I walk away. Moving to the window, I look out at the city, glowing and blinking. I observe all of Vegas and find it utterly ironic that amidst the glut of neon the one thing that catches eye is a billboard, an advertisement for Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen Clubs.
On my way out, I spy the alarm clock. It’s three minutes after one.
Jack is enjoying the show in the VIP room. Dancers are everywhere. Two of them are putting on a pretty amazing girl on girl show. One is doing tricks on the pole. Three others are giving Jack’s friends lap dances. Marcelo has redhead in his arms and he’s talking her up. Jack’s eyeing a blonde in front of him, who is looking at him over her shoulder, slapping her own ass with a gloved hand.
I’m actually jealous.
I slide into the private alcove I just purchased for the hour. It comes complete with a cheap bottle of champagne and a stripper of my choice. I pass on the stripper and, after he pops open the champagne, I give the bouncer a fifty to complete the task.
Lying next to her, under the covers, I feel like a little girl. I feel her little feet tickle mine and I hold her hands while we talk.
“Maybe a little gambling.”
“I like to spend some time by the pool.”
“Yes. And I know an amazing sushi restaurant we can eat at tonight.”
“Some shopping might be fun.”
“I do need a new pair of shoes.” My eyes light up. She laughs. “You sure don’t have a poker face. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“No.”
“Well, you don’t.” She laughs. I pull her to me with her hands while she giggles. I kiss her once, quickly, but tenderly. Eyes closed, our noses graze and slide across one another. I open my eyes as our heads pull apart. I see her opening her eyes at the same time. Perfect timing. Just perfect. “Yeah, let’s go shoe shopping. I need some sexy slingbacks for tonight.”
That’s when I feel her velvety soft sole slide down my leg, from the back of my burning thigh, to the ticklish underside of my knee and into the curviness of my calf. Her toes dive down and tickle the heel of my foot.
She’s whispering “Like that?” to me without any words, with only some very memorable actions in the midst of this morning rendezvous. This, along with the conversation, makes me so wet. “Sounds wonderful.”
“Feels wonderful.”
“Yeah,” I say, churning and ready to roll.
“Let’s wait till tonight.”
I look at her.
“Let’s have a great time and then we can be alone.”
I smile. “Okay, but don’t drink to much. I don’t think I can restrain myself two nights in a row.”
She giggles. “You’d take advantage of a passed out me?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, as I go in for another kiss, making it really hard on both of us to wait for the night to come.
I sit down in the booth on the cushy couch, pour myself a glass of bubbly, and cross my long legs. I’m so horny I think the vibration from the club’s booming sound system could get me off. I rock my crossed leg, squishing together everything in between my thighs. I’m still wearing my Uggs. Still wearing my denim mini and tight beige sweater. Still wearing it all, but hopefully not for long.
The curtain parts. The bouncer leads Jack into my lair. He stops when he sees me. The bouncer closes the curtain.
“Jennifer. No. No. No.”
“Jack. Come here.” He does not move.
“No. This is not going to happen.”
“What? What do you think is going to happen?” He listens, still standing. “I’m just going to give you what every other girl is giving you tonight. But I’m going to do it for free. And so much better.”
“Jennifer.”
“Nope. This is my wedding gift to you.” He smiles. His eyes fall across my body. I see a rise in his slacks. Yeah, we’re speeding right along. I shift gears, bring it home. “And, baby, there’s no Jennifer here. My name is Jenna.”
That’s all it takes. Slowly he walks toward me, sits down next to me. I squeeze his thigh. He looks at me with these I’m-so-hungry-I’m-about-to-get-married eyes. I just smile.
The phone rings. I answer it, not sure of the time. “Hello.”
“Did you tuck me in last night?”
“I did. You kind of passed out.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.” I glance at the clock. It’s almost noon.
“Did anything happen?”
I pause. She sounds scared. “No. Nothing happened. You pretty much fell asleep once your head hit the pillows.”
“Good,” she says adamantly.
“Why?” I ask. “Why is that good?”
“Because when it does happen, I want to remember it all.”
How is it after an amazing night of sex, after coming I don’t know how many times and sleeping very little, one can be revived and recharged with a few simple words? Once she says that, I feel revived, like I just slept ten hours. I feel recharged, like the horny little girl I was upon our arrival.
“Oh, baby. That is so sweet.”
“Wanna come and snuggle with me?”
“Yes, I do, but I might need a shower.”
“Just come and snuggle. We can plan our day.” She pauses. “And our night.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I pull my tight sweater over my head, toss it across our private little room. I’m wearing a bra. Still have my skirt and Uggs on. Jack smothers his face in my chest. I feel his five o’clock shadow on my tender breasts. I’m in his lap, giving him a mighty fine dance, if I do say so myself.
I gyrate my hips. He holds onto my waist. I throw my self backwards, arching my back, till I touch the floor. Jack makes sure I don’t fall, then yanks me back up towards him.
Face to face again, he whispers. “You are so fvcking gorgeous.”
“Bet you say that to all your strippers.”
He chuckles. I step off his lap. I work the small room, swaying my hips and throwing my long hair forward across my face and then toss it through the air and behind me with a flick of my head. I get on my knees and crawl toward him, slink up between his legs till my face is in his crotch. I take him in my mouth through his pants, while staring into his eyes. Then I push myself away and stand up again.
He goes, “Jesus.”
I go, “Like that?”
He nods. I touch myself all over while I dance. Jack watches. Up under my skirt, I slip a finger in deep and paint it all glossy. Then I make Jack suck it dry. I get back in his lap. His hands explore my body. I tempt him with my lips, move them so close to his, but don’t give him a kiss. Strippers do this. He steals one, though, and I laugh. The peck turns passionate and we kiss, like lovers, not like stripper and clientele.
I feel his hands travel the smoothness of my legs. He arrives at my Uggs. He tugs at one.
“What are these you’re wearing?”
We’re at dinner, eating sushi like two lovers on vacation. It’s romantic. We both we both have white wine. We both have miso soup. We both have our shoes off under the table and have been playing footsy for some time.
“I like this Jen. Being here with you. You make me feel special. Never felt like this with a woman before.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I can see it in your eyes.”
“You can?”
“And your smile. The way you smile at me.” I get bold. I move a foot up her calf and behind her knee. I get it up on her chair and burrow between her thighs. Her eyes go wide. “And your kiss. I can feel it in your kiss.”
“Jen.”
She’s getting timid. I know what she needs. “And, listen, I know what happens here in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I know this is just a crazy weekend, but gotdamn if I’m not having the time of my life and damn if this doesn’t just feel so right and so good.”
My toes reach wetness. She’s staring at me. This famous face is just staring at me. Then something wonderful happens. She opens those warm thighs of hers and she lets me, and five of my best friends, in.
“Come on me. I want you to come all over me. Want to watch you come all over me.”
Jack doesn’t need anymore coaxing.
We’re in my hotel room now and we’re in the middle of something really, really good. We’re having great sex, sex that comes after a long time apart, which would be enough to fuel a memorable bout of passion. But add in the fact we’re doing something we both know we shouldn’t, something that could have serious repercussions, and the act takes on a whole new dimension, takes us to dizzying heights. It’s quite remarkable. Something I will never, ever forget, but something I know must stay in Vegas too.
He spins my naked body on the bed, by pushing my thighs together until I slide away from him and his erection. But I don’t slide away. My spinning head is connected to my heaving chest is connected to my panting stomach is connected to my dripping sex is connected to my polished thighs. Which brings my head right to his. And I’m not talking about his thinking head. I’m talking about his needing head. I gobble up his erection like I know he wants me to. I suck him off, while he completes the position.
We’ve been here before.
He grabs my right ankle and splits open my legs. He tucks some fingers on his left hand into my shiny folds and plays the needy sex organ. Music to my ears. Then he slips my toes in his mouth. He makes them all wet, giving us both exactly what we need.
Just like that, were off again.
I know this position. We’ve been here before. It’s our favorite. And I’m quite certain it’s going to result in something quite messy.
After we cuddle and before we begin our Saturday, I take a long, hot shower and wash away all the evidence of the night before. I lather my skin from head to toes and, stepping out of the grand tub, I dry myself with a big fluffy towel.
I feel good. Freshly-fvcked and squeaky-clean. I’m almost ready.
Then, I do what I do each and every morning. I lotion every part of my body. I make it satin-soft. I spread every inch of my skin with an aloe and oatmeal moisturizer, beginning, of course, with my irresistible feet.
In my book, it’s the only way to start the day.
I whisper to him while we fvck, while he hovers above me and controls our rhythm. “Miss me?”
“Of course?”
“What did you miss about me? Tell me.”
He does. “I miss all of you. Your amazing body and all your charm and that perfume you wear. Your sense of humor. Your smile. Your lips and pvssy.” He pushes his shaft so deep when he says that word. He pumps in and out and kisses me deeply, just for a few seconds. He looks back into my eyes. “You. I miss you. Your ass. Your tits.” He grins. He knows I hate that word. “Your amazing legs and ticklish feet. Your toes and your soles and your arches and the way your eyes light up when I put all of that into my mouth. When I put your feet in my mouth. Your fetish. I miss your fetish. I miss you. Being with you and being inside of you. I miss all that.”
“Feels good to be missed.”
He laughs. “You’re intolerable.”
“I’m bad.”
Jack slides himself out of me and stands on his knees. I put my feet on his chest. My pink little toes tickle his chin. He takes both feet in his hands and crosses my ankles so he can hold up both with one hand. I wiggle my toes.
“Your feet are amazing. The best I’ve ever seen. Best I’ve ever had.”
“Wanna fvck ‘em?”
“I want to spank them till it makes you come.” He puts s a big toe into his mouth, sucks it all the way home.
“Jack. Do it. Do it Jack.”
He does. My big toe pops out of his mouth. He has his belt in his hands. Where it came from I do not know, but he’s got is curled up so he can THWAP! at my soles, so he can SPANK! my so spankable bottoms again and again. I grab the headboard and cry out in pleasure and pain. I love this. THWAP! I love this. SLAP! I crave this. SPANK! My toes scream in utter satisfaction and send jolt after jolt of delightful pain up my legs, into my sex and all over my accelerating body.
I spread my toes, fan them out as far apart as I can. THWACK! The belt tickles my sensitive sole as it slides across my high arch. I grin, pushing some fingers inside of myself. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Then, I shift and put this whole thing into whole other gear.
I suck greedily at her toes while I use my hand on her. Her toes taste like the best thing I have ever eaten. Better than the sushi still in my belly. Better than the wine still coating my throat. Better than her juices smeared all over my face.
I lick and suck and fvck and make love to her feet like it may never happen again. I make memories as vivid as movies by pushing our lovemaking farther than I every thought she would let me. She lets me. She’s mine. She opens herself to me and I take her all in. I enjoy ever inch of her and commit it all to memory.
“Ohhh. Goddd,” she calls out. “Right there.” I do what I’m doing again, but faster. She shivers. I eat her big toe like it is sashimi and she watches me feast. I press my face against her sexy sole and inhale. Then I paint the whole bottom wet with my tongue.
“Like that?”
She nods, biting her lower lip, grabbing at the pillows above her head.
“Beg for more.”
“Lick it, Jen. Lick my foot. Please lick my foot.” I do. “Suck my toes. Please suck my toes.” I do. “That one again. Suck that one again.” I do. “Just like that. Oh! God! Make me come.”
He sucks greedily at some toes. He makes them all wet. Then he slaps the wet off of them with his belt.
“Oh! God!”
He bites a heel, licks an arch, kisses the bottom of a big toe gently, right before he tries to bite it off.
“Spank my soles.” SWAT!
“Yes. Like that?” THWACK!
“Harder. Faster. Oh, baby. Spank them till I come. Spank them till I come.”
He does. I surrender and take my punishment until my insides bust and I quake. I love it. Love it. Miss it. Jack.
He watches me come. Rubs my feet as my orgasm seizes me, has it’s way and the slowly, oh so slowly, washes out of me. “Fvcking gorgeous. Love watching you come.”
Next thing I know he’s sucking my toes again. Then he’s sliding my feet all over his hard on. Then he’s pumping away at my soles. Then he’s between my legs, slipping himself inside of me. He pumps once, grabs the backs of my knees and pushes legs up near my armpits. He pumps again. He chews on the toes on my left foot. He kisses me. I’ve been here before. He knows me. He takes the subsiding climax happening inside me and builds it back up like only he can. He licks a sole, squeezes my ass hard. He pinches a nipple and makes me suck his index finger. He tickles my ribs and slips a finger in me along with his tool. He tickles my insides while he pumps. He pushes all my buttons and makes me boil. Here I come again.
“Ohhh. Godddd. Yessss.”
I’m breathless and moaning and grabbing at the sheets and cursing the gods that what’s happening in Vegas must stay in Vegas.
She comes. In my arms, like an angel singing all about joy. She comes. I see her face go flush as I use my hand on her down there. We’re lying on our sides now and her feet can’t seem to stop playing footsy with mine. I make her suck my fingers while she comes. I make her taste herself while I work her joy more and more and bring here someplace I don’t think she’s ever been with anyone before.
“Mmmm. Mmmaahh,” she mumbles. I pull my fingers from her mouth and cover it with my lips. I kiss her and breathe her climax in. Legs entwined, I tickle her soles with my toes. I rub her slippery insides in all the right nooks and crannies.
She quivers.
“Make me come.”
“Soon. Very soon,” I whisper to her.
I watch her as she begins to completely lose control. I push a finger so deep, touch her someplace I’ve discovered is so very special to her and to us. “Soon is now.”
She loses it. Her eyes close. She squeals in delight, hums my name again and again. I kiss her neck and suck on her nipples. I work my hand inside her as her insides dance for me. I grab at her feet with my toes and squeeze them while she babbles.
We stay like this, all while she comes, while she comes quite famously.
Morning. Not sure what time. Jack’s gone, though. I suspect he left soon after I fell asleep. I close my eyes to the early morning light that fills the room, a product of the slightly parted curtain in my room. I’m too tired to get up and shut it. Or maybe I like the yellow glow as it signifies a new day, when anything can happen.
I doze until the phone wakes me just before noon.
Completely naked. The Palms. My tanned body is being rocked in ways only a longtime lover knows how to work it. Correct that, former lover. We’ve broken up long ago, but we’re finally saying goodbye.
Jack hovers above, angry and already feeling guilty for cheating on his bride-to-be, but clearly getting pleasure the situation and from me. He’s on his knees, next to my blissfully woozy head. My mouth is filled with his excited tool while my honey dripping glee-hive is packed with most of his right hand as he sucks on the toes on my left foot, which are upside down in his mouth in this wonderful position.
Got that picture in your head? Good?
Jack works his fingers, which makes me cry out in pleasure. My vocal joy is all-too muffled by my full mouth, which is working Jack toward an overjoyed moment. I know this because he goes, “Oooomffff. Mmmmm. Uuuucckkk.” He is incoherent because my toes in his mouth are muffling his pleas for more of what I’m doing to him. And his toes in my mouth are sending a stream of pleasure right to my humming hole, which is where I started.
So, you can clearly see what carnal delights we’re enjoying this festive evening.
My right foot bobs in the air and I feel the coolness of the air-conditioned room on my sensitive sole. Jack chews on my toes, which drives me crazy. He pushes his hand deeper and faster inside me. I swallow as much of him as I can in the flurry of his eager and angered pumping, in the wake of his immensity.
I make mental note of everything that’s being done to me as I benefit from another fit of pleasure that travels from my busy head to my pedicured toes, making me flush and vulnerable and giddy all over.
Then, as expected, it gets all messy and then, quite suddenly, it’s all over.
She’s got her famous face between my legs and she’s trying to get me off, but she’s not really good at it. I slide my feet all over back and her cute ass, trying to somehow guide the movements of her eager tongue, but it’s futile. I feel her lapping and want her kisses instead. So I reach for a hand and I pull her up to me. She lies on top of me. Our breasts smash together. I feel her hard nipples against mine. Our wet mounds paint each other’s thighs all aglow. I grind mine into her slippery skin and she kisses me. I grab some of her hair and guide the kiss while I grind some more. I grab her ass with a free hand, squeeze it till she responds. We moan a duet while we kiss. Moan while we grind. Then I tell her what I need.
Between kisses I whisper, “Suck on my toes. Make love to my feet.”
She looks at me. I suck on her bottom lip for a moment, then I give her more kisses. We stop kissing and she looks me in the eyes. She grins. I grind. “For me. Suck them for me. It’ll make me burst.”
Slowly she slides down my body, making a ride out of all my curves. She kisses and licks her ways down. She chomps on a nipple, paints a trial of wet across my ribs and stomach. She bites my ass, sticks her nose between my wet slit. She drags her nails across my hot and sticky thighs, kisses a knee, licks a calf, bites an ankle. Then, she arrives at my feet. She grabs one, the right one and raises it up as she sits on the bed. She massages it in her hand. I wiggle my toes. She giggles.
From what she’s told me, I’m pretty confident this is the very first time she’ll ever make love to a foot. And since the foot in her famous face is mine, it makes me sopping wet. It gets me going. Actually, I think it would excite anyone in, or in this case, out of my shoes.
I slip my other bared beauty into her lap and compare my pink nails with her pink folds, while she just stares at the underside of my toes. I move a hand across my heaving chest and ribs, down over my flat stomach and in between my spread legs. She watches as my pink fingernails disappear inside me, my pink toenails inside her, and, right before she gives what I need, she looks at me once more. She whispers, “You have very pretty feet.”
I look back at her and her words do so more to me than the head she was giving me moments before. I feel flush. I gush. All over. I’m coming.
“Show me,” I say, never taking my eyes off her.
And she does. And she does. And she does. Oh. God. Damn. Does she ever.
Twenty miles from home, she wakes up.
She wakes slowly, covers her eyes with a hand until she gets used to the sunlight.
Then she rubs the sleep from her eyes, before she peeks at me.
“Hi.”
“Morning.”
“Thanks for driving.”
“No problem. I kind of like it.”
She stretches and flips on her side in the passenger seat so she’s facing me. She brings her legs up on the seat, letting her sandals fall off her feet before she tucks them under her butt.
So cute.
“I had such a good time.”
I’m not sure if she’s talking about the whole weekend or just last night, but it doesn’t matter. “Me too,” I whisper. “Me too.”
There’s a mile of silence. She’s watching me drive. I’m trying to watch the road. Finally, I give the actress a little performance of my own. “I just want you to know, it’s not something I do all the time. I don’t do that with just anyone. But it was such a good getaway and you’re such an amazing person. If you were a man, I’d marry you. But you’re this sexy woman, and even though I’m not that way, I still couldn’t resist. You know?”
She nods. Says, “I do know.” Her right hand falls across her body and she unconsciously begins to play with her own toes.
“Just a crazy Vegas weekend. Right?”
She nods again. It’s exactly what she wants to hear. I see it on her face. She turns to look at the road while still playing with her toes. I downshift as we merge onto the Pacific Coast Highway. We’re almost home.
The ride’s almost over, but I’m betting all I got I’ll taste those delicious toes once again.
Soon.
Very, very soon.
Very well done, very adult!
This story has Female to female tickling and foot fetish themes and Male to female tickling and foot fetish themes.
Stays In Vegas Too
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Vegas.
We came here in a black convertible Mercedes. We’ll be leaving in it too, but it’s what we’ll leave behind, what must stay in Vegas that fuels this story.
To you and yours, I say, enjoy the ride…
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JenSorel proudly presents…
------------------ STAYS IN VEGAS TOO ------------------
I’m speeding us westward, toward Los Angeles. I’m barefoot, working the pedals with my finest of features, my flawless size sevens. I shucked my shoes miles ago. It just felt so right and too good to be barefoot this Sunday morning.
Ever have one of those Vegas weekends, one that finds you trying to piece together the hours and the events that just transpired? Ever been there? I’m there now. With one of Hollywood’s finest asleep in my passenger seat, looking like an absolute angel after acting like quite the devil all weekend long, I begin to reminisce.
My toes spread as I press on the pedal that make us go super fast. We’re one hundred and thirty-two miles outside of Vegas. I slip my other bared beauty forward and smash down the clutch. I know I’m supposed to leave it all in Vegas, but I can’t help myself. The pedal tickles my sensitive sole as it slides across my high arch, as I slowly begin to piece it all together.
I grin.
Then I shift and put this whole thing into whole other gear...
The first time ever I taste her toes I almost come just from the delightful thought of having her feet in my mouth. It’s better than all the foreplay that proceeds and all the sex that follows.
The first time ever I taste her toes, she watches me with wanting eyes as I rub her foot in my hands and I see her eyes go wide as I kiss the tip of each lovely digit. She giggles and gawks as I lick the underside of each one with the tip of my tongue. But then she closes those eyes as I savor those toes. Her breathing picks up as I suckle them. By the time my tongue is slithering in between each digit, tickling her in places I’m confident she’s never been tickled, she’s arching her back and rubbing herself into a fervent tizzy. By the time my foot indulgence has reached a loving crescendo, she shaking all over, albeit more from her hard working fingers than from my pleasure-seeking mouth.
It all works out. We’re both getting what we want.
She opens her eyes and smiles. She looks like she’s waking from a nightlong slumber. She moans. I’m making her smooth sole all slippery with loving licks. She whispers, “Oh, Jen. I love it.”
“I knew you would.”
That’s when I feel her other foot touch me right where I’ve sprung a leak. That foot finds it all too easy to slither up inside me. To my delight, I feel some toes wiggling their way all the way home. And suddenly it’s me that’s smiling.
I close my eyes and push the pretty foot in my hands into my own face. I inhale a smell I live for, right before I make another meal out of the starlet’s toes.
I’m breathless and moaning and grabbing at the sheets and thanking god that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I’m naked in a bed in the Palms hotel and I’m coming all too fast and all too furious.
I arch my back, scrunch up the throbbing toes on both of my bared feet, yank on fistful of sheets and yelp, “Yes. Yes. Oh. God. Yes.”
I come so hard my body shivers in ecstasy for over a minute. I scream in bliss, trying to articulate another, “”Yes,” but it just sound like a wailing “Yyyeeaaaaaa,” as my all-over joy makes me babble. I bite my lower lip to shut myself up, arch my back some more in order to feel some more pleasure down there, and I buck on the king-size bed like cowgirl on a record-setting ride.
I’ve been here before. And that’s what makes it so great. So wrong. But so great.
“Oh. My. God.”
My insides are on fire and my sex is wetter that a fish at home.
“Sweet mercy.”
My sole is being tickled. Through all this my sweet little lover has the presence of mind to tickle my sensitive soles. It makes me buck and arch and yelp. Just like before.
“Fvck. Me. Baby.”
I come again right there in Vegas and, again, think about having to leave all these sins right here in this city.
I live a fortunate life. I love my life. I love my personal life. I love my love life. Love my sex life. I love sex. I love the way it makes my body feel. I love my body. I love each distinctive body part. I love my feet. I love feet.
But you know that.
It’s other people that I love to share all that with. Which is exactly what I’m doing in Vegas.
Ten hours ago, we arrived in Vegas. We dropped our baggage, freshened up and took a very memorable elevator ride that brought us to the casino floor and brought my libido to a very wet and very precarious level. It was an all too seductive kiss that brought the youngest of the Sorel sisters to an echelon known as Girl-Gone-Wild.
“Make me come.”
“Soon. Very soon.”
Her toes tickled my calf as they slipped so snugly into my Ugg. Hadn’t even hit the casino floor, yet I already felt like a winner.
How fortunate. For me.
I’ll dispense some advice on the art of seduction. At least I’ll tell you some things I have learned through the years. And it’s not going to be how to kiss, or how to pick up or how to score on the first date. What I have to say is better than that. What I have to say gets you where you need to go, where I need to be and want to live. I’m talking about a fortunate life. Everything else follows, like a domino effect.
Take your time. Enjoy the ride. The chase is always as fun as the getting. See what you want and go get it. Confidence brings you all sorts of fortunes. If you doubt, you’ll look unsure. Unsure reeks of insecurity. Insecurity is filled with fear.
If you’re reading this and you’re lost, I’ll sum it up and get on with the ride. Take a woman and make her feel like the only woman in the room, the only woman that matters. Listen to her, make her laugh, dote on her. And when you are alone, take her. Period. Show her what gets you excited. If that’s slipping off her shoe and making love to her feet, do that with confidence. If you are having fun, let is show. No one in their right mind will stop fun like that, not when two adults that have gained each other’s trust are being intimate behind closed doors. So, if you suck those toes gleefully and without insecurity, she will jump on the thrilling ride you’re conducting and next thing you know she’ll be putting her other foot someplace fun.
Trust me. This I know.
He slips the slingback on her amazing little foot. He’s being so very professional, while I would just pounce on those sexy toes and those silky soles. He’s doing his job. I’m enjoying the show. He tethers her ankle with the sling and she coos, “I love these.”
“So do I,” I say.
“They’re by Dusica Dusica. From Italy. They are fabulous shoes.”
He doesn’t need to sell them anymore. I can by her face see she’s already sold.
She stands, one shoe on, one bare foot. I watch her as she points her naked foot and stands on her tiptoes to adjust to the difference in height. One heel one, one heel off. Just how I like them.
Her feet are beautiful. Size six and seemingly unblemished. She’s got milky smooth skin and baby-bottom soles that almost appear pinkish in color. Her long toes curl ever so slightly at the tip, as if the weight of the dollops of flesh underneath is just a tad too much to bear for every digit, except for her thin big toes. They appear to carry their weight. They appear ready to eat. Topping off each toe are her shiny white, glowing nails, which are mesmerizing.
Just mesmerizing.
She checks out the shoe in a little mirror and busts me as I gawk at her tempting feet. She laughs. I look up. She winks at me. “I think I’m going to get them.”
“I definitely think you should.”
He tugs at an Ugg, wanting me barefoot.
“What are these you’re wearing?” he asks as he slips off the suede and sheepskin booty
“These are my Uggs. They make my feet all warm and cozy?”
“Yeah?” he says as he drops the Ugg and gawks at my nude size seven. “Know what else makes them all warm and cozy?”
“Show me.”
I’ve been wearing these boots all day, all night and an inviting aroma greets him. It’s the ripened remnants of the Milk and Sweet Honey Foot Treatment I got right before I left LA. It’s something I did for her, hoping she’d be slipping off my Uggs tonight and enjoying these favorite features of mine.
He goes, “Oh god, how I have missed these.”
I’m gone. That’s all it takes. I forget about her and enjoy the one I’m with. His nose slides up and down my silky sole, the one that’s been all snug all day in my Ugg. He enjoys just the pungent aroma for a while, while he tickles me with his grazing snout.
Soon, though, he’s ticking me into sweet submission with dancing fingers. I writhe in hot-blooded delight. I moan. I’m sitting in his lap, in my bra and skirt, missing one Ugg, wishing I were missing a lot more of these clothes.
“Soon. Very soon.”
He’s working my foot in his hands. I relish the way my body feels. We used to do this a lot. Me and him. He used to tickle me into coming. I used come just from his tickling.
I’m enjoying this nostalgic ride, my body churning inside out.
His fingers slide up and down my arch. Then the toe sucking begins. It’s the start of something good, but the end of something that’s been building in me all day.
Once again, we’re alone. Finally. Once again, we kiss. Once gain, I hold her. Our bodies slide against each other’s and we just seem to fit. This is meant to be.
She slips away and sits on the bed. She looks down at her own feet. I take that as an invitation.
I kick off my mules, one after the other as I walk toward the bed. I feel my horny soles sink into the plush carpet. My cotton candy pink nails peek out from the cuffs of the sexy pair of jeans I’m wearing. My little blouse covers half of what’s on top. My long hair spills over my shoulders. “You look so sexy in that,” were her words when we began the evening. “Wait till you see me out of it,” was my teasing reply.
We kissed then. Now we’re going to fvck. But first things first.
Kneeling, I take her left foot in my hands and slip off her new shoe. I tug at the slingback’s sling and slip it over her rounded heel. She bites her lower lip. I watch her do it. I stare into her eyes.
She lets her lips roll away from her own teeth. “I’ve never…”
I’m sliding her sexy shoe off her pretty foot and I try and finish her sentence for her. “Been with a woman? Done anything like this? Met someone who liked feet? Met a woman who wanted to suck my toes? Been to Vegas before? Gambled? Took a gamble in Vegas with a woman who wanted to suck my toes?”
She smiles. Giggles. I make her laugh. “All the above,” she says just like an innocent little schoolgirl. One I am falling for. One that I’ve made feel like the only woman in the room tonight, the only woman that matters.
“Oh baby,” I say.
“Except Vegas. I’ve been to Vegas,” she whispers. “Yeah. That I’ve done. Before.”
She’s so damn cute. She says all that just as I make her foot all naked.
I hold the foot by the heel with one hand, slide the fingers on my other across her sole. I’m still staring into her eyes. “You have pretty feet,” I whisper, never glancing down at them.
“You said that in the car.”
“I meant it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod, pull my hand back toward me, graze my nails across that sole.
She flinches, almost shivers. She bites that lower lip. I watch her do it. “Show me.”
“What?” I inquire with a raised eyebrow and a sexy smirk. I’m teasing her now. But we’re both loving it.
“Show me what you do. With pretty feet.”
I smile. My heart goes thump-thump, but I act like it’s something so very natural, so very normal, and so very fun. “Remember what you said to me in the elevator?”
She nods. Then, “Make me come.”
“Well, my love, here I come.” Still holding her bare foot, I move. I pounce on her, but because her foot is in my hands I make her whole body slide up the big bed until we’re both on it, until I’m towering above her, her foot in my hand, her little skirt hitched up far enough to reveal her slippery folds. She’s not wearing any panties. Neither am I. We’re both glazed and about to get exactly what we want.
It’ll be the first time ever I’ve tasted her toes. I think I’m going to come.
Champagne flies through the air. It’s only airborne for a moment, but all the booze inside of me and the throbbing music and my coming body make it all seem to happen in slow motion. The champagne leaves the nose of the bottle. It’s chugs through the air. Then it hits the sole of my naked foot. It splashes the smooth bottom and it feels so good.
I fall back in the private booth, let the bubbly have it’s way with my foot. Then I watch as he has his way with my wet foot. He drinks the Asti off of it, laps it up like a hungry wino. It feels so good. The lap dance is over, but we’re off to something so much better. I watch him suck my Spumanted toes and know he’ll be inside of me before the night is over.
The dice fly in the air. It seems like they hang there forever. I watch her spin her head and her blonde hair whips through the air. Her smile captivates everyone, including me. Everyone wants to be around her. She so young, so talented and so sexy. Just as her head stops and her hair, which continues its momentum and cutely spanks the side of her own face, she looks at me. Her eyes for an instant increase in size, then shrink into a sexy come-hither look that I’ve only seen in the movies. Her movies. The ones we’ve all seen. The ones that are making her famous. She delivers that look just as the dice bank off the table’s far edge, just as they bounce around and finally land, revealing their lucky numbers. “Make me come.” That’s what those eyes say. That’s what that look conveys. The crowd around the table yells in unison. The numbers were lucky. Everybody wins.
I wish I could slip off an Uggs and slip a foot between those famous thighs and make her come right now. Bet I could do it. Bet I could.
I smile at her. I touch the top of my Ugg with my left hand. She turns and accepts the accolades for the lucky throw of the dice. She’s been doing that for the last hour. The lucky throws, I mean. I think she’s been doing the other stuff, the making people like me melt with one look and being the envy of so many all her life.
“Make me come.”
I slip a finger in the shaggy rim of my Ugg.
“Soon. Very soon.”
I shift in my seat and feel the wetness down there. It’s all over my thighs. I sip some more champagne, thoroughly enjoying the chase. I begin to tug at my Ugg in order to make myself bare down there.
That’s when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn and see a part of my past has come to Vegas.
“Jack,” I whisper. Then I smile. Then I yelp, “Jack.”
In seconds I’m in his arms and I’m inhaling his cologne. It’s been a longtime. Too long.
I met Jack on a blind date. I hated him at first, but he somehow won me over. We had sex the night we met and were together for months. Until I met Emily Burton. After that, things were never the same. They were never the same for any of us. In trying to seduce Emily, a chase that lasted just short of six months, I used and abused a lot of people, including Jack and a former flame named Nikki. I used them both to wash away growing sexual frustrations with Emily. I’d get shunned and I’d dial up Jack or Nikki and invite one into my bed. I’ve been told it’s called booty call. I like to call it having Ten Digit Fun. It went on for sometime. It went on until I dialed both their digits one night. I got one’s answering machine, the other on the line, and both showed up at my door. A threesome ensued. The threesome quickly turned into a sweet twosome as Jack and Nikki found a connection in the bed we all shared. I excused myself, called Emily and the rest is history.
Well, it all was history until my history tapped me on the shoulder.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I’m getting married.”
Sometimes people say things and it feels like time just stops. Quite suddenly there’s silence when there was a lot of noise. Instantly there are just two people in the middle of a crowd in the center of the Palms casino in the heart of Vegas.
“Nikki?” I ask sheepishly and stupidly.
“Yes. But I’m not getting married here. I am getting married, but I here for my bachelor party. A last hurrah. With the guys.”
“So Nikki’s not here?”
“She’s back in Los Angeles. We’re moving to Santa Barbara.”
“That’s great.” Not sure why I just said that. To be polite I guess. “So you guys are doing well.” Can I state the obvious some more?
“Yeah. Getting married. We’ve been together ever since…”
His voice trails off. “Since…yeah.” I say, feeling like a fool and getting a little angry. I run with the anger. “Glad I could introduce you two.”
“Jennifer.”
“What?”
“You should be happy.”
“I should?”
“Yeah. You should be happy you introduced us. You were falling for someone at the time, you know? We just were there because you were using us. It’s not like either of us were going to be your future.”
“Is this how you and Nikki explain it to each other?”
“Don’t be mean. This is coming from me. I wanted more from you and you made it quite clear you didn’t want it from me. I adored you.”
“Adored. Past tense?”
“Yes. Past. I’m getting married. To Nikki. Be happy.”
“I’m trying.”
“You look like you were having fun.”
Jack glances over my shoulder. I realize everyone must be watching. Everyone, including my latest conquest. I turn to see her jealous eyes all over Jack and me. I hope that’s a good jealousy. I hope. I hope. I hope.
“Is that…?” I turn and see Jack’s hungry eyes all over the starlet.
“Yes. It is. And you’re marrying Nikki.” This makes Jack look back at me.
“You know her?”
“None of your business,” I say. I empty my glass of champagne by pouring it all into my mouth.
“You look fabulous.”
“I do?”
“You always do.”
“Jack.” I lean in and look up into his familiar face. “I miss you.”
“Getting married, Jennifer. Married.”
“Some bachelor party. Aren’t you here for a last hurrah?”
“Here to party with some friends.”
“I’ll be your friend.”
“Been drinking?”
“When in Rome.”
“Good to see you have not changed.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell Nikki I said hello.”
“I won’t be doing that.”
“Jealous is she?”
“Quite frankly, yes.”
“Good.”
“Jennifer.” He pauses. He looks at me.
“Jack,” I say. “Congratulations.” It surprises him.
“Thanks.”
“Enjoy you’re last hurrah. What’s on the docket?”
“Ahh,” she says smiling, almost embarrassed. “A lot of gambling. Going to a strip club later. A pretty formulaic last hurrah.”
“Strip club? That’s not like you.”
“Yes it is. You just never saw that side of me. A buddy of mine owns part of the Spearmint Rhino chain.
“I see.”
He gives a head nod to a group of three guys a few feet from him. “You met Marcelo before right?”
“I don’t recall.”
“Well, anyway, it was good seeing you, Jen.”
“And you.” We hug. I hold him close. I feel his thing inflate against my thigh. He pulls away. I pull him back and kiss him lightly, almost innocently. “Good luck.”
He looks at me then breaks our eye contact. “Thanks. Bye.” And he’s gone. He joins his well-dressed friends and they walk and laugh and continue his last hurrah.
“Jack,” I say to myself, reminiscing a bit before I turn back to the craps table.
“Who was that?” she asks. I hear her jealousy. It tells me we’re ell on our way to intimacy. She’s watching him walk away. I’m watching her come my way.
It’s almost one-thirty and the club is hopping. Music’s blaring and guy are hooting and hollering at the dancers on the stage. A guy in a tuxedo approaches me.
“Can I seat you at a table, Miss?”
He works here. He’s a bouncer. “No, I’m just looking for somebody.” He nods and is about to walk away. “Wait, actually you can help me,” I say hoping I’m in the right place and not too late.
We’re alone. Finally. We kiss. I hold her. Our bodies slide against each other’s and we just seem to fit. This is meant to be.
We enter her hotel room. The door swings closed behind us. She giggles. She stumbles. She ‘s drunk. She kicks off her slides and spins. Her momentum sends her toward the bed. The back of her knees touch mattress and she falls. She laughs as she bounces on the bed. She says, “I’m way drunk.”
“I know,” I say, approaching.
I look down at her feet.
She giggles. “You have a one track mind,” she says, busting me.
“You think?”
“Yeah,” she breathes. “You’re like Super Foot Girl or something.” She laughs at her own joke. I approach the bed, looking at her petite body all sprawled out, her mesmerizing blue eyes looking up at me. She lifts her right foot and slides it across the outer edge of my left leg. She caresses my smooth thigh with her silky foot. I grab the foot once it’s within reach. “Maybe you were bitten by a radioactive foot or something when you were young. Super Foot Girl,” she says again, which makes her laugh again. She shimmies up the bed, till her head just reaches the pillows. I sit at the foot of the bed, foot in hand, eyeing her tasty little toes.
It’s the second time ever I saw her feet. I’m bubbly and salivating.
“Super Foot,” she mumbles. Then, nothing. Foot in hand, I’m about to taste her toes. I’m about to feast on her lovely little feet and the thought almost makes me come. Almost. She exhales, and then slightly snores. She’s passed out.
I look at the foot, tickle her sole in an attempt to rouse her. Nothing. She squirms and turns her head, falls farther asleep with a smile on her adorable little face.
I, however, am not smiling. I stay just like this for a minute or three. I actually contemplate having these feet right here, right now, but decide against it. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I’m pretty certain her toes have never been sucked. Or maybe it’s because I suddenly find morals, horny as hell and too inebriated in the city of sin. Whatever it is, I find myself slinking off the bed and covering my sleeping companion up in the comforter.
I walk away. Moving to the window, I look out at the city, glowing and blinking. I observe all of Vegas and find it utterly ironic that amidst the glut of neon the one thing that catches eye is a billboard, an advertisement for Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen Clubs.
On my way out, I spy the alarm clock. It’s three minutes after one.
Jack is enjoying the show in the VIP room. Dancers are everywhere. Two of them are putting on a pretty amazing girl on girl show. One is doing tricks on the pole. Three others are giving Jack’s friends lap dances. Marcelo has redhead in his arms and he’s talking her up. Jack’s eyeing a blonde in front of him, who is looking at him over her shoulder, slapping her own ass with a gloved hand.
I’m actually jealous.
I slide into the private alcove I just purchased for the hour. It comes complete with a cheap bottle of champagne and a stripper of my choice. I pass on the stripper and, after he pops open the champagne, I give the bouncer a fifty to complete the task.
Lying next to her, under the covers, I feel like a little girl. I feel her little feet tickle mine and I hold her hands while we talk.
“Maybe a little gambling.”
“I like to spend some time by the pool.”
“Yes. And I know an amazing sushi restaurant we can eat at tonight.”
“Some shopping might be fun.”
“I do need a new pair of shoes.” My eyes light up. She laughs. “You sure don’t have a poker face. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“No.”
“Well, you don’t.” She laughs. I pull her to me with her hands while she giggles. I kiss her once, quickly, but tenderly. Eyes closed, our noses graze and slide across one another. I open my eyes as our heads pull apart. I see her opening her eyes at the same time. Perfect timing. Just perfect. “Yeah, let’s go shoe shopping. I need some sexy slingbacks for tonight.”
That’s when I feel her velvety soft sole slide down my leg, from the back of my burning thigh, to the ticklish underside of my knee and into the curviness of my calf. Her toes dive down and tickle the heel of my foot.
She’s whispering “Like that?” to me without any words, with only some very memorable actions in the midst of this morning rendezvous. This, along with the conversation, makes me so wet. “Sounds wonderful.”
“Feels wonderful.”
“Yeah,” I say, churning and ready to roll.
“Let’s wait till tonight.”
I look at her.
“Let’s have a great time and then we can be alone.”
I smile. “Okay, but don’t drink to much. I don’t think I can restrain myself two nights in a row.”
She giggles. “You’d take advantage of a passed out me?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, as I go in for another kiss, making it really hard on both of us to wait for the night to come.
I sit down in the booth on the cushy couch, pour myself a glass of bubbly, and cross my long legs. I’m so horny I think the vibration from the club’s booming sound system could get me off. I rock my crossed leg, squishing together everything in between my thighs. I’m still wearing my Uggs. Still wearing my denim mini and tight beige sweater. Still wearing it all, but hopefully not for long.
The curtain parts. The bouncer leads Jack into my lair. He stops when he sees me. The bouncer closes the curtain.
“Jennifer. No. No. No.”
“Jack. Come here.” He does not move.
“No. This is not going to happen.”
“What? What do you think is going to happen?” He listens, still standing. “I’m just going to give you what every other girl is giving you tonight. But I’m going to do it for free. And so much better.”
“Jennifer.”
“Nope. This is my wedding gift to you.” He smiles. His eyes fall across my body. I see a rise in his slacks. Yeah, we’re speeding right along. I shift gears, bring it home. “And, baby, there’s no Jennifer here. My name is Jenna.”
That’s all it takes. Slowly he walks toward me, sits down next to me. I squeeze his thigh. He looks at me with these I’m-so-hungry-I’m-about-to-get-married eyes. I just smile.
The phone rings. I answer it, not sure of the time. “Hello.”
“Did you tuck me in last night?”
“I did. You kind of passed out.”
“I did?”
“Yeah.” I glance at the clock. It’s almost noon.
“Did anything happen?”
I pause. She sounds scared. “No. Nothing happened. You pretty much fell asleep once your head hit the pillows.”
“Good,” she says adamantly.
“Why?” I ask. “Why is that good?”
“Because when it does happen, I want to remember it all.”
How is it after an amazing night of sex, after coming I don’t know how many times and sleeping very little, one can be revived and recharged with a few simple words? Once she says that, I feel revived, like I just slept ten hours. I feel recharged, like the horny little girl I was upon our arrival.
“Oh, baby. That is so sweet.”
“Wanna come and snuggle with me?”
“Yes, I do, but I might need a shower.”
“Just come and snuggle. We can plan our day.” She pauses. “And our night.”
“I’ll be right there.”
I pull my tight sweater over my head, toss it across our private little room. I’m wearing a bra. Still have my skirt and Uggs on. Jack smothers his face in my chest. I feel his five o’clock shadow on my tender breasts. I’m in his lap, giving him a mighty fine dance, if I do say so myself.
I gyrate my hips. He holds onto my waist. I throw my self backwards, arching my back, till I touch the floor. Jack makes sure I don’t fall, then yanks me back up towards him.
Face to face again, he whispers. “You are so fvcking gorgeous.”
“Bet you say that to all your strippers.”
He chuckles. I step off his lap. I work the small room, swaying my hips and throwing my long hair forward across my face and then toss it through the air and behind me with a flick of my head. I get on my knees and crawl toward him, slink up between his legs till my face is in his crotch. I take him in my mouth through his pants, while staring into his eyes. Then I push myself away and stand up again.
He goes, “Jesus.”
I go, “Like that?”
He nods. I touch myself all over while I dance. Jack watches. Up under my skirt, I slip a finger in deep and paint it all glossy. Then I make Jack suck it dry. I get back in his lap. His hands explore my body. I tempt him with my lips, move them so close to his, but don’t give him a kiss. Strippers do this. He steals one, though, and I laugh. The peck turns passionate and we kiss, like lovers, not like stripper and clientele.
I feel his hands travel the smoothness of my legs. He arrives at my Uggs. He tugs at one.
“What are these you’re wearing?”
We’re at dinner, eating sushi like two lovers on vacation. It’s romantic. We both we both have white wine. We both have miso soup. We both have our shoes off under the table and have been playing footsy for some time.
“I like this Jen. Being here with you. You make me feel special. Never felt like this with a woman before.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I can see it in your eyes.”
“You can?”
“And your smile. The way you smile at me.” I get bold. I move a foot up her calf and behind her knee. I get it up on her chair and burrow between her thighs. Her eyes go wide. “And your kiss. I can feel it in your kiss.”
“Jen.”
She’s getting timid. I know what she needs. “And, listen, I know what happens here in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I know this is just a crazy weekend, but gotdamn if I’m not having the time of my life and damn if this doesn’t just feel so right and so good.”
My toes reach wetness. She’s staring at me. This famous face is just staring at me. Then something wonderful happens. She opens those warm thighs of hers and she lets me, and five of my best friends, in.
“Come on me. I want you to come all over me. Want to watch you come all over me.”
Jack doesn’t need anymore coaxing.
We’re in my hotel room now and we’re in the middle of something really, really good. We’re having great sex, sex that comes after a long time apart, which would be enough to fuel a memorable bout of passion. But add in the fact we’re doing something we both know we shouldn’t, something that could have serious repercussions, and the act takes on a whole new dimension, takes us to dizzying heights. It’s quite remarkable. Something I will never, ever forget, but something I know must stay in Vegas too.
He spins my naked body on the bed, by pushing my thighs together until I slide away from him and his erection. But I don’t slide away. My spinning head is connected to my heaving chest is connected to my panting stomach is connected to my dripping sex is connected to my polished thighs. Which brings my head right to his. And I’m not talking about his thinking head. I’m talking about his needing head. I gobble up his erection like I know he wants me to. I suck him off, while he completes the position.
We’ve been here before.
He grabs my right ankle and splits open my legs. He tucks some fingers on his left hand into my shiny folds and plays the needy sex organ. Music to my ears. Then he slips my toes in his mouth. He makes them all wet, giving us both exactly what we need.
Just like that, were off again.
I know this position. We’ve been here before. It’s our favorite. And I’m quite certain it’s going to result in something quite messy.
After we cuddle and before we begin our Saturday, I take a long, hot shower and wash away all the evidence of the night before. I lather my skin from head to toes and, stepping out of the grand tub, I dry myself with a big fluffy towel.
I feel good. Freshly-fvcked and squeaky-clean. I’m almost ready.
Then, I do what I do each and every morning. I lotion every part of my body. I make it satin-soft. I spread every inch of my skin with an aloe and oatmeal moisturizer, beginning, of course, with my irresistible feet.
In my book, it’s the only way to start the day.
I whisper to him while we fvck, while he hovers above me and controls our rhythm. “Miss me?”
“Of course?”
“What did you miss about me? Tell me.”
He does. “I miss all of you. Your amazing body and all your charm and that perfume you wear. Your sense of humor. Your smile. Your lips and pvssy.” He pushes his shaft so deep when he says that word. He pumps in and out and kisses me deeply, just for a few seconds. He looks back into my eyes. “You. I miss you. Your ass. Your tits.” He grins. He knows I hate that word. “Your amazing legs and ticklish feet. Your toes and your soles and your arches and the way your eyes light up when I put all of that into my mouth. When I put your feet in my mouth. Your fetish. I miss your fetish. I miss you. Being with you and being inside of you. I miss all that.”
“Feels good to be missed.”
He laughs. “You’re intolerable.”
“I’m bad.”
Jack slides himself out of me and stands on his knees. I put my feet on his chest. My pink little toes tickle his chin. He takes both feet in his hands and crosses my ankles so he can hold up both with one hand. I wiggle my toes.
“Your feet are amazing. The best I’ve ever seen. Best I’ve ever had.”
“Wanna fvck ‘em?”
“I want to spank them till it makes you come.” He puts s a big toe into his mouth, sucks it all the way home.
“Jack. Do it. Do it Jack.”
He does. My big toe pops out of his mouth. He has his belt in his hands. Where it came from I do not know, but he’s got is curled up so he can THWAP! at my soles, so he can SPANK! my so spankable bottoms again and again. I grab the headboard and cry out in pleasure and pain. I love this. THWAP! I love this. SLAP! I crave this. SPANK! My toes scream in utter satisfaction and send jolt after jolt of delightful pain up my legs, into my sex and all over my accelerating body.
I spread my toes, fan them out as far apart as I can. THWACK! The belt tickles my sensitive sole as it slides across my high arch. I grin, pushing some fingers inside of myself. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Then, I shift and put this whole thing into whole other gear.
I suck greedily at her toes while I use my hand on her. Her toes taste like the best thing I have ever eaten. Better than the sushi still in my belly. Better than the wine still coating my throat. Better than her juices smeared all over my face.
I lick and suck and fvck and make love to her feet like it may never happen again. I make memories as vivid as movies by pushing our lovemaking farther than I every thought she would let me. She lets me. She’s mine. She opens herself to me and I take her all in. I enjoy ever inch of her and commit it all to memory.
“Ohhh. Goddd,” she calls out. “Right there.” I do what I’m doing again, but faster. She shivers. I eat her big toe like it is sashimi and she watches me feast. I press my face against her sexy sole and inhale. Then I paint the whole bottom wet with my tongue.
“Like that?”
She nods, biting her lower lip, grabbing at the pillows above her head.
“Beg for more.”
“Lick it, Jen. Lick my foot. Please lick my foot.” I do. “Suck my toes. Please suck my toes.” I do. “That one again. Suck that one again.” I do. “Just like that. Oh! God! Make me come.”
He sucks greedily at some toes. He makes them all wet. Then he slaps the wet off of them with his belt.
“Oh! God!”
He bites a heel, licks an arch, kisses the bottom of a big toe gently, right before he tries to bite it off.
“Spank my soles.” SWAT!
“Yes. Like that?” THWACK!
“Harder. Faster. Oh, baby. Spank them till I come. Spank them till I come.”
He does. I surrender and take my punishment until my insides bust and I quake. I love it. Love it. Miss it. Jack.
He watches me come. Rubs my feet as my orgasm seizes me, has it’s way and the slowly, oh so slowly, washes out of me. “Fvcking gorgeous. Love watching you come.”
Next thing I know he’s sucking my toes again. Then he’s sliding my feet all over his hard on. Then he’s pumping away at my soles. Then he’s between my legs, slipping himself inside of me. He pumps once, grabs the backs of my knees and pushes legs up near my armpits. He pumps again. He chews on the toes on my left foot. He kisses me. I’ve been here before. He knows me. He takes the subsiding climax happening inside me and builds it back up like only he can. He licks a sole, squeezes my ass hard. He pinches a nipple and makes me suck his index finger. He tickles my ribs and slips a finger in me along with his tool. He tickles my insides while he pumps. He pushes all my buttons and makes me boil. Here I come again.
“Ohhh. Godddd. Yessss.”
I’m breathless and moaning and grabbing at the sheets and cursing the gods that what’s happening in Vegas must stay in Vegas.
She comes. In my arms, like an angel singing all about joy. She comes. I see her face go flush as I use my hand on her down there. We’re lying on our sides now and her feet can’t seem to stop playing footsy with mine. I make her suck my fingers while she comes. I make her taste herself while I work her joy more and more and bring here someplace I don’t think she’s ever been with anyone before.
“Mmmm. Mmmaahh,” she mumbles. I pull my fingers from her mouth and cover it with my lips. I kiss her and breathe her climax in. Legs entwined, I tickle her soles with my toes. I rub her slippery insides in all the right nooks and crannies.
She quivers.
“Make me come.”
“Soon. Very soon,” I whisper to her.
I watch her as she begins to completely lose control. I push a finger so deep, touch her someplace I’ve discovered is so very special to her and to us. “Soon is now.”
She loses it. Her eyes close. She squeals in delight, hums my name again and again. I kiss her neck and suck on her nipples. I work my hand inside her as her insides dance for me. I grab at her feet with my toes and squeeze them while she babbles.
We stay like this, all while she comes, while she comes quite famously.
Morning. Not sure what time. Jack’s gone, though. I suspect he left soon after I fell asleep. I close my eyes to the early morning light that fills the room, a product of the slightly parted curtain in my room. I’m too tired to get up and shut it. Or maybe I like the yellow glow as it signifies a new day, when anything can happen.
I doze until the phone wakes me just before noon.
Completely naked. The Palms. My tanned body is being rocked in ways only a longtime lover knows how to work it. Correct that, former lover. We’ve broken up long ago, but we’re finally saying goodbye.
Jack hovers above, angry and already feeling guilty for cheating on his bride-to-be, but clearly getting pleasure the situation and from me. He’s on his knees, next to my blissfully woozy head. My mouth is filled with his excited tool while my honey dripping glee-hive is packed with most of his right hand as he sucks on the toes on my left foot, which are upside down in his mouth in this wonderful position.
Got that picture in your head? Good?
Jack works his fingers, which makes me cry out in pleasure. My vocal joy is all-too muffled by my full mouth, which is working Jack toward an overjoyed moment. I know this because he goes, “Oooomffff. Mmmmm. Uuuucckkk.” He is incoherent because my toes in his mouth are muffling his pleas for more of what I’m doing to him. And his toes in my mouth are sending a stream of pleasure right to my humming hole, which is where I started.
So, you can clearly see what carnal delights we’re enjoying this festive evening.
My right foot bobs in the air and I feel the coolness of the air-conditioned room on my sensitive sole. Jack chews on my toes, which drives me crazy. He pushes his hand deeper and faster inside me. I swallow as much of him as I can in the flurry of his eager and angered pumping, in the wake of his immensity.
I make mental note of everything that’s being done to me as I benefit from another fit of pleasure that travels from my busy head to my pedicured toes, making me flush and vulnerable and giddy all over.
Then, as expected, it gets all messy and then, quite suddenly, it’s all over.
She’s got her famous face between my legs and she’s trying to get me off, but she’s not really good at it. I slide my feet all over back and her cute ass, trying to somehow guide the movements of her eager tongue, but it’s futile. I feel her lapping and want her kisses instead. So I reach for a hand and I pull her up to me. She lies on top of me. Our breasts smash together. I feel her hard nipples against mine. Our wet mounds paint each other’s thighs all aglow. I grind mine into her slippery skin and she kisses me. I grab some of her hair and guide the kiss while I grind some more. I grab her ass with a free hand, squeeze it till she responds. We moan a duet while we kiss. Moan while we grind. Then I tell her what I need.
Between kisses I whisper, “Suck on my toes. Make love to my feet.”
She looks at me. I suck on her bottom lip for a moment, then I give her more kisses. We stop kissing and she looks me in the eyes. She grins. I grind. “For me. Suck them for me. It’ll make me burst.”
Slowly she slides down my body, making a ride out of all my curves. She kisses and licks her ways down. She chomps on a nipple, paints a trial of wet across my ribs and stomach. She bites my ass, sticks her nose between my wet slit. She drags her nails across my hot and sticky thighs, kisses a knee, licks a calf, bites an ankle. Then, she arrives at my feet. She grabs one, the right one and raises it up as she sits on the bed. She massages it in her hand. I wiggle my toes. She giggles.
From what she’s told me, I’m pretty confident this is the very first time she’ll ever make love to a foot. And since the foot in her famous face is mine, it makes me sopping wet. It gets me going. Actually, I think it would excite anyone in, or in this case, out of my shoes.
I slip my other bared beauty into her lap and compare my pink nails with her pink folds, while she just stares at the underside of my toes. I move a hand across my heaving chest and ribs, down over my flat stomach and in between my spread legs. She watches as my pink fingernails disappear inside me, my pink toenails inside her, and, right before she gives what I need, she looks at me once more. She whispers, “You have very pretty feet.”
I look back at her and her words do so more to me than the head she was giving me moments before. I feel flush. I gush. All over. I’m coming.
“Show me,” I say, never taking my eyes off her.
And she does. And she does. And she does. Oh. God. Damn. Does she ever.
Twenty miles from home, she wakes up.
She wakes slowly, covers her eyes with a hand until she gets used to the sunlight.
Then she rubs the sleep from her eyes, before she peeks at me.
“Hi.”
“Morning.”
“Thanks for driving.”
“No problem. I kind of like it.”
She stretches and flips on her side in the passenger seat so she’s facing me. She brings her legs up on the seat, letting her sandals fall off her feet before she tucks them under her butt.
So cute.
“I had such a good time.”
I’m not sure if she’s talking about the whole weekend or just last night, but it doesn’t matter. “Me too,” I whisper. “Me too.”
There’s a mile of silence. She’s watching me drive. I’m trying to watch the road. Finally, I give the actress a little performance of my own. “I just want you to know, it’s not something I do all the time. I don’t do that with just anyone. But it was such a good getaway and you’re such an amazing person. If you were a man, I’d marry you. But you’re this sexy woman, and even though I’m not that way, I still couldn’t resist. You know?”
She nods. Says, “I do know.” Her right hand falls across her body and she unconsciously begins to play with her own toes.
“Just a crazy Vegas weekend. Right?”
She nods again. It’s exactly what she wants to hear. I see it on her face. She turns to look at the road while still playing with her toes. I downshift as we merge onto the Pacific Coast Highway. We’re almost home.
The ride’s almost over, but I’m betting all I got I’ll taste those delicious toes once again.
Soon.
Very, very soon.
