They say you don't forget your first love. Well, I don't know if I ever really loved Tom, the first guy I dated after getting out of college, but it's really hard to forget him. He introduced me to something new and so very different. I mean, I was only 22 and had some experience with sex although it was still kind of new, but this was not only new, but really different.
We met working the second shift at the hospital during our internship. Back then it was rare to see male nurses. He was a good-looking guy. Kind of tall with a slender build. I think what attracted me most was the black hair and dark skin combined with those deep blue eyes.
We seemed to hit it off and our work kept us in close contact. I guess where we really got to know each other was during our breaks and sometimes after work. Generally it was just a cup or two of coffee in the cafeteria, but over a period of time it gave us a chance to chat casually and share our thoughts, dreams, and desires.
I don't so much remember when Tom asked me out. It had to be a Tuesday because I remember that was our night off and we went out the same night. A movie and something to eat sounded like fun. I was surprised he hadn't asked before. I had been hoping and waiting. I mean really, we could have gone out after work to have a drink or late dinner anytime.
Anyway, we went out and had a nice time. Afterwards, we went back to my apartment. Not all that much happened the first night. We just kind of laid on the couch kissing mostly. He put his hand up under my sweater and felt my breasts, but that was about it. Well, I have to confess, I did slip my hand down over his cock, but that was through his pants so I don't think that counts. We had a nice time that evening and he asked me before leaving if I'd like to go out again. Of course I said yes.
Unless there was an emergency, we left the hospital shortly after 11:00 p.m. and we did finally start going out after work. I looked then pretty much the same as I do now. Still 5-7, still 120 pounds and still have those long, slender legs. My reddish-blonde hair wasn't quite as long then. I guess working closely with people made it difficult to have long hair getting in the way. The hospital had a policy about it anyway as I recall.
We enjoyed a nice sexual relationship, or so I thought. It was different. He never seemed to get as excited as I would have liked. Tom had difficulty keeping his cock hard for some reason. It made me feel kind of bad, almost inadequate like it was my fault but he always swore it wasn't me. Later I found out not only that he was right, but why.
After a few weeks, he suggested we go out for the evening. He asked me to wear a mini-skirt. He told me he really loved my legs. Well, just as now, I really didn't mind showing them off and if it made him happy, so much the better.
I went out and bought a very short white mini skirt and new pair of heels. I figured the high heels would accentuate the muscles of my creamy white legs. I picked up a light blue, silky top that exposed my midriff. I knew my firm stomach would look good, not to mention my nipples trying to pop through the silky top. I never wore a bra when back then except when I went to work. There wasn't any reason to and besides, I liked the feeling of freedom. Times change and I do now unless I'm out vamping around.
I had nice perky tits and loved the feel of them free and pushing against the soft material I wore. I know it sounds strange to say this, but I was looking pretty hot. Maybe not so strange; those were actually Tom's words when he came to the door to pick me up. I was expecting him to notice or comment on my legs or boobs, but he surprised me by admiring my high heels instead.
We went out to our favorite local bar. We didn't get out on weekends much and they had dancing there. All Tom wanted to do was dance. I was all for it, at least at first. The choice of shoes turned out to be a bad one. I took them off but he immediately asked me to put them back on. At the time I wasn't sure what. He wasn't real tall and with four inch heels we were the same height. But, I obliged him. If he thought I looked good, or better, in them, then for him I decided to do it.
My feet hurt so bad. I mean, we must have been out on the floor for every dance. I was begging him to take me home. I wanted to get out of those shoes, the pantyhose I wore that night and just kick back. Finally my persistence paid off and Tom agreed. We left and went back to my place.
Well, when we got there, I did exactly what I had been waiting so long to do. Didn't figure I'd have to go out of the room, I mean, we knew each well enough by then. I just kicked the shoes off and stripped off the pantyhose right there in the living room.
It was probably a good thing we knew each other well. His next comment kind of threw me. He asked if he could paint my toenails and massage my feet. It kind of horrified me, well I guess shocked would be a better way to put it, when he asked. Not the request itself, and a foot massage sounded good at that point.
But, I knew after all that dancing my feet had to stink. I'd been sweating all night in the heat of the bar packed tight with other people while we danced. Yet, my feet did hurt and like I say, the thought of a nice foot massage sounded to good to pass up. I told him fine but to let me go clean up first. No, he told me, insisting everything was fine and just to lie back and relax.
I wasn't going to argue with him about it. Lying back on the couch, he walked off to the bathroom and came back holding two bottles of nail polish. "Which will it be, pink or red?" he asked me. "I don't know, I feel red would be a good color for me tonight," I answered. It was a silly, but playful answer to what I thought was a silly question.
Tom knelt down on the floor and took one foot in his hand and with the other he delicately began applying polish to each toenail. He was so careful. I don't think I could have done a better job, but I doubt I would have taken as much time as he did either.
He was like an artist painting each one. His brush movements were slow and deliberate. I have to say, it felt kind of good having that kind of attention paid to me. It was really relaxing, but not nearly as relaxing as what was to come.
Finally satisfied with his work, he leaned forward blowing on the tips of my toes to dry the polish. His mouth was close enough I could feel the hot breath blowing out of his mouth drying my toes. I hadn't noticed before the small bottle of lotion he had brought out of the bathroom with him.
Opening it, he poured some of the white lotion in his hands and rubbed them together. With my feet now on the floor I thought maybe he'd look up the short skirt and see I wasn't wearing any panties. But, if he did, it didn't seem to matter. For reasons I didn't understand then, he was more interested in my feet. He asked me to cross one leg over the other. I raised it high hoping again he'd gaze admiringly at my pussy, but again, no response.
With my legs crossed, my foot just dangled in front of him. At least now he didn't have to hold it up like when he did my toenails. With one hand under my foot rubbing slowly the length of the bottom, I could feel his other hand moving slowly across the top and between my toes. I have to tell you, it felt great!
After he finished massaging my foot, he had me uncross and recross my legs and went to work on the other foot. I felt like I was in heaven. When he finally finished the massage I figured we'd go to bed. I know I wanted to.
I wanted to do something special for him. I thought maybe a nice long blowjob would be a special treat for him for what he had done for me. Quite frankly, it would have been a treat for me too. Bring him to edge of coming a couple times, maybe even three or four times, and then let him empty his hot cum in my mouth draining him dry. Just the thought drove me wild with lust. It just seemed fair and I was more than willing to take a cock in mouth then as I am today!
It didn't happen that way though. Before I had a chance to suggest to him we retire to the bedroom he gently moved my foot forward toward his mouth. I felt my big toe enter his mouth. He started to suck on it, then moved to the next, stopping to lick between my toes. His mouth moved down the line taking each toe slowly into his mouth to lick and suck it. I had never experienced that before, but I have to say, it was pure ecstasy.
He uncrossed by legs and laid on his back on the floor placing his head toward the couch. He pulled my feet down to his face kind of hard. I was afraid I was going to hurt him as he mashed them down. After pressing them down so hard hugging them to his face, he pushed them up slightly.
Tom started licking underneath my feet. I was kind of weirded out at first, but it felt so good. I moved up to watch him but there wasn't much to see. I did notice a bulge in his pants. I couldn't believe he was getting so turned on by this, but on the other hand, it was sure turning me on.
I could feel a tingling sensation in my pussy. I eased myself back and let him continue licking my feet. My hand dropped down to the edge of my hiked up skirt and my fingers found the opening of my pussy.
I'd never masturbated in front of anyone before but really, he couldn't see me anyway. My eyes closed as my fingers moved in and out of my damp hole. And besides, so what if he did see me. It might be kind of fun if he did. Actually the thought of someone watching kind of intrigued me. I'm certainly not shy about that stuff now and I don't think I was then either.
Except for the slurping sounds of his mouth and tongue on the bottoms of my feet, the room was filled with silence. I had a nice steady rhythm going now with my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy until the silence was broken by him. Tom moved one of his hands down to unzip his pants. I heard it being pulled slowly down. Still, he licked and sucked my feet and toes at the same time.
I was curious though. I stopped finger-fucking myself and leaned up as best I could. With one hand holding my foot while he licked and sucked, he stroked his hard cock with his other hand.
At first I was a little pissed. His cock was supposed to be for me and here he was doing himself in front of me. Yet, as I watched, it did fascinate me. I had jacked him off before, but I watched the movements of his hand. I was actually comparing how I did it to how he was doing it now and taking mental notes. I watched the precum form on the top of his cock and drip down into his hand as he kept pumping his cock. His hand slid easily up and down the length of his shaft.
During all of this he never ignored my feet, not even for a second. I'm not sure how he did it but somehow he got my toe in his mouth again. It was almost like he was sucking a small, hard cock while he worked the real one with his hand-the one I wanted in my mouth, the one that was to be twitching now. It didn't occur to me a the time, but looking back, I don't remember it dancing like that before that night.
Suddenly he pushed my feet up and away from his face and turned to face me. Kneeling, his thighs resting on his calves, he moved my feet to his cock. Keeping a small space between my feet he started pumping his cock with his hand between the little gap like it was a pussy. He was actually fucking my feet with his juicy cock!
All I could do was watch. There was something almost revolting about the whole thing, at least at first. But then it became more titillating to me. I watched the head of his cock poke through the space between my feet then pull back only to push through again. His hand was moving faster and he was breathing harder. I knew he was going to come.
He did! But, just before he came, he pulled his cock out from between my feet, pushed them to the floor and pointed his cock right at them. "Let me shoot on your feet; I'm going to come all over your feet!" he yelled out. Jet after jet of hot cum shot out of his cock and onto my feet. There was tons of the creamy goo on my feet and toes; I mean they were absolutely drenched in cum.
Tom sat back, still in the same position-resting his thighs on his lower legs-looking up at me. He looked completely spent. He smiled up at me. "Guess I've made a mess down there," he laughed. Moving his hands back down he rubbed the globs of cum into my feet like it was a special body lotion. I could only lament to myself at first about what I considered wasted cum. It could have been in my pussy or my mouth. Instead it was on my feet and slowly disappearing as he rubbed it in.
I wanted more. I led him to the bedroom. Completely undressed now, we rolled into the bed and started caressing each other and kissing. I guess because he had just come I wasn't expecting him to get hard immediately, but it would have been nice. My hand held his cock lightly while we kissed but there wasn't much reaction from him, I mean as far as him getting turned on and all.
Curling my body in a fetal position, I moved my mouth down over his cock. I licked and sucked the head. I could feel it start to grow in my mouth, but nothing like I had seen earlier in the living room. I wanted so desperately for his cock to again turn into a piece of hard steel. I wanted to feel the blood engorged veins trying to pop through the skin with my tongue.
I guess he sensed my frustration. "Dawn, it isn't you," he said, pulling my head up and positioning my face towards his. "I don't know how to tell you. I have a foot fetish. You know what that is?"
"I know what it is," I told him. "I'm not sure I understand it though."
"It just means, well, I like the fucking and sucking, I really do," he explained. "It's just that I get really excited, you know, really hard, if I can touch your feet with my hands or mouth.
"Or," he continued, "you use your feet to play with my cock."
I didn't say anything at first. I guess maybe I was just a little startled at first, dismayed, and maybe feeling more than a little insecure about myself. I mean, most men in the past desired my boobs, my pussy or longed to have their cocks shoved in my mouth. For Tom, it was my feet that turned him on. But I don't know, I guess at that point I figured to each his own. If that's what did it, and I could do it for him, I was determined to do it.
I moved back up next to him, actually moved my body higher than his on the bed. My chest actually rested on the top of his head. I reached down with my hand to rub and pinch his nipples and curled my leg up as high as I could.
It was a difficult position, but I moved my foot and toes against his cock. It was amazing the effect it had on him. His cock filling with blood ballooned. I looked down at it. I wanted it in my mouth so bad I could taste it.
Moving to his side I rubbed his hard cock between both feet. I never believed my feet would be so sensitive but I could feel his cock pulsating and twitching between them.
"If I suck you, will it stay hard like this?" I asked him, hoping the answer would be yes.
"Maybe," came the answer that disappointed me.
A thought came to my mind. Moving quickly off the bed I raced back out to the living room and grabbed the discarded pantyhose. Running back to the bedroom, I held them in front of him.
Slowly I lowered the foot to his cock and let it slide slowly up his body, barely touching his skin, to his mouth. He sucked it in. Looking down, his cock was not only hard, but almost standing straight up. His precum was pouring out of the little hole. I could have fucked him right then, but I really wanted to suck that hard piece of wet meat into my mouth.
I pulled the stocking from his mouth and shoved my hand and arm into one of the legs all the way to the foot. Reaching down with my pantyhose covered hand, I started to jack him off. His cock was so hard and seemed to get harder as I moved up and down the shaft.
Lowering my head, I kept pumping his cock. Sucking the massive cock in my mouth, I kept my hand moving up and down the length of his cock. My mouth was filled with his thick cock and precum, but I knew it wasn't going to last long. His hips were moving up and down. I didn't know if it was the pantyhose or my mouth sliding up and down his cock, but it didn't matter. I just wanted to taste his boiling cum in my mouth.
I could feel his body tense up. Even through my covered hand I could feel the hot charge of cum streaming up his hard shaft and emptying into my mouth. I savored the taste with what little chance I had. There was just so much. It was like the first time out in the living room. His cum came heavy and fast. The searing cum poured down my throat.
We took a break, but I had one more thought. I got into a 69 position with me on top, but pulled his cock straight out from his body. I so much wanted my pussy over his mouth, but I moved as far forward as I could placing my knees on each side of his body and twisting my feet toward his face.
The first position had been difficult, but not nearly so as this one. I was only able to get the head of his cock in my mouth. I could feel his mouth and tongue on my toes and feet and the hard cock, just the tip though, in my mouth. My body was arched in an almost impossible position. I used one hand to balance myself so I wouldn't hurt him and jacked him off with the other while he licked, sucked and nursed on my toes and feet.
I couldn't believe it. He exploded for the third time. In the position my head was in the sticky cum shot across the roof of my mouth. It was practically impossible to swallow it like this. It was like drinking water upside down, but I moved my body up and swallowed down all he had to offer.
During our relationship we learned various ways to fuck and suck and keep my feet somehow in the action. It wasn't always easy. The positions were tricky sometimes, but we had great sex. I learned new and different sexual techniques, what turns men on and more importantly, I learned a lot about myself. When our internship ended, unfortunately so did our relationship. I moved to a hospital in Ohio and Tom moved on to another state.
We stayed in touch and even got together a couple times after that, but it was too difficult to keep the relationship going. But, for me, it had been a turning point. Like I say, I found out some things about myself and over the years to come I certainly got the chance to live out some of my fantasies and let others live out their own through me.
Author: bearlee
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