1. Searing heat and dexterous feet


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    extraordinarily beautiful feet?' Another smile, and this time I allowed my cheeks to conspire and my nose to wrinkle. Eyes still closed, I thanked him with another solitary nod. Crossed ankles unhooked and both heels now rested against the hot vertical lattes. I felt the approach of his hands, felt too his cooling breath as it carried excited atoms of sweat from my calves. Though he did not touch me, I knew he was tracing the extremes of my arches in the scorching air, following the blue-green veins that faintly mapped the surface, and sketching the curl of my long toes with a disbelieving finger. 'They are perfect, unblemished, totally unmarred by fashionable shoes.' He spat fashionable as though it were an expletive. I tried to speak though no sound came. I coughed, swallowed and tried again. 'I'm six-two in my bare feet. No need for silly heels.' He chuckled. 'Quite, quite. I watched you swim. You...' I dived in. 'Really? Where were you? At this unearthly hour, I am almost guaranteed to be alone.' He ignored both my question and the solitary sentence that followed it.. '...are indeed...' he paused, searching for precisely the right words, 'a lithe and elegant creature,' again I sensed his hands' proximity, 'with a quite assiduously administered pedicure.' He paused, perhaps to muster courage. 'And the crimson varnish matches perfectly with your, ahem,' an embarrassed cough, 'scrap of a swimming costume. Again, if I may be so bold?' This time my whole body smiled. Instinct ...
    lowered my arm. I tucked both hands under my thighs and curled the twitching fingers around the seat's curved edge. 'You may.' Flexing my prodigious toes, I proceeded to entwine and untangle them then curled the right big toe completely around its twin. Precise proprioception projected it all into my mind's eye. He gushed. 'Oh, I say! Almost simian dexterity! Naked ape indeed! Hah!' My next smile broke into a grin. 'Not quite naked .' 'Indeed, no. Not naked, no. Not naked at all...' His mirrored emphasis of naked inexplicably caused my heart to thud. A sudden shot of adrenaline instantly diminished my sexual responsibility. Though my eyes were still tightly closed, I watched him try but fail to ignore the still-jousting jugs that filled my scant bikini top to bursting. And I found I no longer cared. Indeed, I wanted him to look, to stare, to examine intently. A careless sideways-swinging foot brushed against the stranger's hand. One, two and three times more, it swung and missed. On four, five and six, it touched again, and with increasing intensity. I fancied I could smell his arousal and wondered if he could smell mine. Further wooden fumbles. Spitting steam delivered heat unparalleled beyond the surface of the sun and the confines of my ripe and ready cunt. I wriggled. Between my long legs, intimate flesh slid against intimate flesh. Quite uncontrollably, I drizzled into my bikini briefs. For long moments, we sat in stultifying silence, each overwhelmed by the unstinting ...
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