Monday, January 4, 2010

Foot Fetish

I entered knowing exactly what I wanted. I searched for him, fearful that he might not be available to cater to my needs. I found him, smiling and inviting. We had a connection, an attraction.

He knew what I wanted, I had become his number one customer and his biggest fan. Fascinated by the tantalizing things he had stored in his arsenal.

He was known to have the magic touch. I went to where he would be, where he wanted me to wait for him. I awaited him, nervous about the things he’d be doing to me. I was excited about what the next hour or so had in store. He ran me a warm bath, seasoned with scented sea salts and soft bubbles to caress me.

I eased my feet into the water, my body going into orgasmic tingles from the enticingly hot water. He turned on the jets and smiled at me. I noticed that he wasn’t a man of many words and I appreciated it. He and I both knew why I was there, so there was no use for the chit chat. All I wanted was his hands on me. All I wanted was for him to massage me, tease me, and serve me.

As I soaked in the miniature Jacuzzi, he prepared his instrumentations; his arsenal of supplies that he used to make any and every woman melt in his hands, especially this woman.

He requested my right foot out of the water and caressed it with the gentlest of touches. He looked up from my foot with a look of approval. Enjoying what he was seeing, in his face and in his gaze. He was kind and most importantly meticulous. He removed the stains from our past encounter, leaving my toes naked and exposed. His touch was electrifying and sent mini waves from my eager toes to my damp pussy. He knew what he was doing to me, I could tell from the mischievous smile on his face.

He was dancing me to the land of “giddy and ready to come”. There was so much stimulation taking place, I wasn’t exactly sure which to thank later, the heat from the water, the vibrations underneath me, or him. Either way, I was in heaven and refused to be sent back to earth.

Next he took out his long hard tool, grazing it across the top of my foot. Although not the maneuver that normally had me soaking wet, the naughty part of me enjoyed the uncomfortable and new feeling of it. My left foot was screaming for attention and I think he knew this. He rubbed a thick cream colored liquid on to the crevice of each toe, rubbed it in until I started to bite my bottom lip. He smiled at me with that same smile as he tenderly placed my foot back into the bubbling water. Repeating the exact same procedure on my left foot giving it the attention it craved. Masterfully executed with the same tender, loving, care.

I relaxed my head against the back of the plush, leather bound chair and began to allow my senses to continue to be aroused. My body was almost in total relax mode except for the loud voices surrounding us. He was a knowing man, whispering sweet nothings to me, assuring me that everything is okay and encouraging me to relax.

He took my feet out of the water and again admired their beauty. He dried my feet and my legs with the softest towel ever made. Pouring a grainy, sweet-scented substance onto my calves and feet, he massaged my lower legs. Circular motions, up and down motions, swirl motions, it was all sending me to the moon or someplace far away from where I was seated.

My eyes were closed, allowing him total control of me. He took his long hose and sprayed his warm liquid on my legs, rinsing the sweet nectar from them. I could tell he was a man who cared about the women he saw, with a gingerly touch he rubbed satiny lotion onto my skin. Each touch a kiss to the next time.

It was all coming to an end soon, but I wasn’t upset. What took place today was going to last me until the next time I had a craving to come….maybe the next two or three weeks if I was impatient to see him again.

He meticulously reapplied the memory of this encounter to the surface of my toes. Doing what is always surprising every time he does it, he held my feet close to his soft lips and with a warm, breathy blow left his signature across my feet….sending me on a euphoric adventure.

I knew it was over, like when you roll over from the thralls of passion. I knew it was over but I enjoyed the time we shared. I paid him his fee, plus a bonus, plus a promise that he will be searched for the next time I come to LA nails….for a pedicure.



*Re-posted on Candy Diaries on May 20, 2010*