Sleepless in Erotica
Nov 4 · 4 min read

Hot-Footing It

I’ve been watching him across the bar for a while. The surreptitious glances as he is looking me over. I wonder how long before he finally gets the courage to come over and say "Hi". I smile as I watch him finish his whisky and stand decisively. He heads to my table and stops in front of me. "May I get you a drink?" He asks with a flirtatious smile. One hand on the table near my glass, the other casually in his pocket.
I reach out to where his hand rests on the table, laying my hand over his. "Let me tell you how this usually goes... you buy me a drink and make inane small talk, while all the time undressing me in your mind and wondering how long before it’s polite to make a move and wondering if I will be receptive." I see the disappointment of rejection flicker across his face as he thinks this is a brush off. "Instead", I smile, "you could be bold. Tell me you want me and we can skip the pointless small talk and get straight to where we both know this will end."
I can see that he is taken aback by my forwardness, but he recovers quickly. "Come home with me, I want you."
I smile, "Better." I finish my drink and offer him my arm. "Come to mine, I have an apartment across the road."
We cross over to my apartment building and as we wait for the lift, I pull him down for a kiss, my hands boldly wandering, leaving neither of us in doubt of what we want. As we ride to the 4th floor standing close to each other, but not touching, I notice his eyes drawn repeatedly to my feet which are clad in strappy high-heeled sandals. I smile subtly and wiggle my toes and hear his breath catch. I file this information away for when we reach the privacy of my apartment. While foot play is not high on my list of turn ons, I’m not adverse to it if my partner clearly enjoys, and it seems he does.
As soon as we cross the threshold, he backs me against the wall and kisses me hard. His kisses aren’t the only thing that is hard and my hand touches him through his jeans, enjoying how he pushes against me. I break the kiss after a while and look up at him. "I saw you looking at my feet in the lift... you like?"
He nods, "Very much so, they’re beautiful."
I shimmy past him with a smile, hand trailing across the erection trapped inside his jeans. I discard my dress and shoes as I go, leaving a trail for him to follow to the bedroom. There he finds me sat on the bed, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, naked except for my deep violet lace lingerie. He stands for a second looking me over before he pulls his shirt off and toes off his shoes to shed his jeans. His hard cock is still encased in hipster briefs, and he pauses under my appreciative gaze.
"Tell me, show me, what you want with my feet. Don’t be shy."
He comes and sits on the bed opposite me, his legs either side of mine. He reaches for my feet, taking the foot on top into his warm hands. As he kneads the arch, he sighs "beautiful". His hands feel so good, that I find myself relaxing into his touch, barely registering his words. Then he lifts my foot to his mouth and gently kisses along the sole, up to my toes. I gasp as his lips wrap around my big toe. He begins to suck and nibble at the toe, clearly loving it and almost making love to it. It’s strangely erotic seeing his enjoyment, but also the sensation of his warm, wet mouth, contrasted by the roughness of his tongue. I find my breathing quickening and my cunt growing wet as he pays attention to each toe. So much so, that I moan in disappointment when he stops. He simply smiles and takes my other foot, giving it the same tender affection. By the time he is finished, I am leaning against the headboard and fisting the sheets, my cunt aching for attention and nipples tight with need.
He stands to peel out of his constrictive underwear and settles again on the bed. He positions my feet so that they form an opening for his hard cock, and asks me to keep them so. Then he leans forward to where my thighs are opened by the positioning of my feet. He grips my hips as he dips his head to taste me. My hands grip his head as he begins to lick and suck at my wet lips and swollen clit. At the same time, he begins to thrust between the arches of my feet. The sensation is far hotter than I could have imagined and I find myself pressing my feet together to give him more friction. He moves harder with me, his moans reverberating through my clit as he adds two fingers inside me to the mix. I’m humping his hand and face unashamedly and my feet move with him as a result. He fingers me harder, faster as he pushes towards his orgasm and so me towards mine. He crooks his fingers inside me and fucks me hard. The pull from clit to womb begins in earnest and then the freefall with shaking legs and loud moans as I cum hard around his fingers.
Moments later, his fingers still as he fucks my feet harder, moaning loud and deep against my cunt as he gets close. Then a loud, gut wrenching sob and he stiffens aside from the twitching of his hips and cock as he cums hard and copiously over my sheets and my feet.
He seems a bit embarrassed when he returns to himself at his loss of control and the mess he has made. I reach down to take his hand, my thumb stroking his palm reassuringly and he relaxes, head against my thigh as we both recover.

    Sleepless in Erotica

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