I don't know why but I am inexplicably drawn to the darker shades. They are somehow more exotic and erotic to my mind. These photos belong to a deeply tanned five foot eleven inch natural platinum blonde wearing a little black dress. I had an instant boner as these walked up on me and could barely keep my head from being locked in a permanent down angle with my tongue lolled out and a string of drool hanging from my lips.
I don't know what overcame me, but when we got outside I just said, "Fuck it" and decided to go for it and say something to this incredible beauty. I mean, we ended up in the same place at the same time so damn many times that I felt the Gods were smiling on me a bit that day. Hell, outside the store her car was only 3 spots away from mine. I took this as Divine Intervention and decided to just be bold and see what happened. So, I walked up....
She smiles and says, "Hello!"
I reply, "Hi. I apologize for being so forward, but I just have to tell you that your feet are incredibly beautiful and I would love to take a picture of them sometime." (She wasn't aware I had sneaked in the two above while we were in the check out line.)
"My feet? Really? They are HUGE! I think they are my worst feature. You mean you actually like them?"
"Like them well enough to come over and say so outright to a perfect stranger."
"Are you one of those foot fetish guys?"
"Yep. I am, In the flesh. I take it you have never met or been with a foot guy before."
"No, I haven't. I've been curious though. What is it about feet? I mean they're just feet. I don't get it."
I laugh. "You don't get it but you spend $50 bucks a month on pedicures and more on keeping them pretty. I think you may not understand it very well, but you get it just fine." I smile.
She cocks her head, "So you're attracted to my big old feet. Do they turn you on?"
"We wouldn't be talking if they didn't," I laugh again, "I just simply felt compelled to tell you."
She blushed slightly, "Well, thank you,"
"You are very welcome. Have a wonderful day." At this point I took a slight step back and pointedly stared at her pretty size 10 1/2s with no small amount of lust on my face.
A pregnant pause and then she says, "So, what would you do with my feet if you could?"
I reply, "Honestly? I start by giving you one hell of a foot massage, then worship them, and if you haven't kicked me to the curb by the time that's done, I would proceed to be very naughty with them,"
"What is 'worship'?"
"Its easier to show than to explain, but basically its a lot of kissing and nibbling and toe sucking."
"Oh, that sounds...different. I guess I should have that done sometime." She smiled a very pretty smile, tilting her head slightly as she did so.
I suddenly didn't give a damn about who was around, where we were, who might see or anything. The mere possibility of having those feet near my face was like a drug driving me blindly forward in lust and in hope. "I can show you briefly if you want to see it. Just a few seconds worth. I will stop when you ask me to."
"Here? Now? What about all these people walking around the parking lot?"
"Fuck them. Let me show you....just for a moment."
"I should just have my boyfriend suck my toes when I get home."
"Its not the same. Anyone can suck your toes. Only a foot guy and worship your feet. I promise, the feeling is totally different."
"Oh yeah? Well, show me a little bit."
Mama didn't raise no fool. I moved forward and dropped to one knee, slid her right foot out of her shoe and started doing my thing. The angle was a bit awkward so I took a chance and asked her to sit in her drivers seat of her little SUV. I was thrilled when she said OK and did.
I stopped after a brief but intense two minutes. The smell of her sweaty foot was still all over my face. I loved it. And, I had a raging boner that could not be easily hidden.
"Oh my god," she gasps, "that was unbelievable! I have never had anything like that before."
I replied, "I told you, anyone can suck toes. Only a footguy can worship feet properly." Another pregnant pause and I figure I should make my exit. "Thank you for indulging me and letting me show you that. I hope we run into each other again sometime."
"Me too," she stammered.
And I left.