(Jen) It was the first day of my annual summer two-week vacation. I woke up with that delicious feeling of knowing that I could either get up and make coffee, or just lay in bed and soak up the feeling of having absolutely nothing to do all day long for fourteen days straight.
I opted for coffee. I wanted to get a nice spot on the beach by midmorning.
I leisurely drank my black coffee in a hot shower. I shaved my long tan legs and came to the conclusion that it was time for a fresh coat of toenail polish. I changed my mind back and forth about five times between hot pink and electric blue. I decided to go with the blue to match my blue and green Hawaiian bikini. My toes are pretty important to me.
I patted my feet dry and took off the old polish with several cottonballs. I rubbed raspberry-mint lotion on my legs and feet and prepped my cuticles for the pedicure. My feet were tingly-cool from the minty lotion. I brushed on the blue polish and the effect was sexy against my tan toes. Being a girl is so much fun! I giggled at myself for polishing my toes in the nude. What fun a man would have living with me! But, as it was, I was very single at the time.
I tied on my favorite blue and green bikini and threw on a pair of cutoff jean shorts over the bottoms. I turned around several times in the mirror making sure I was safe to wear such tight short shorts out in public. They looked nice...I was good to go. Well, almost.
Time to pick out footwear. My favorite part! I had actually bought a pair of sandals to go with the bikini the day that I purchased it, but I was really leaning towards a pair of thin flip-flops that were bright blue with little silvery flowers on them. Yep, they would be very comfy for a relaxing day at the beach.
I slipped on the flippies loving the feel of the little thingy that was between my big and second toes on each foot. Someone should really come up with a name for that thingy. Well, maybe there is a name for it and I just don't know it! Maybe it's the "flip" and the other part is the "flop".
I grabbed my steamy book I was reading for the pure purpose of smut only, and dropped it into my beach bag. Next stop, sun and water.
I found a glorious spot with few people around and began laying my towel out on the sand. I peeked over my sunglasses at a cute guy walking from the water to the beach. I averted my eyes as he got closer and finished spreading my towel out.
(Dean) I had just come out of the water and was heading for my towel. I spotted this blonde chick in a sexy blue and green bikini laying out her towel...and well, it was a nice picture seeing her bending over and making her towel lay on the sand just so. Her jean shorts did her mucho justice. I immediately checked out her feet. She had on the thinnest little sandals and her toes were all ablaze in this great bright blue color. My dick acknowledged the polish with equal amounts of fervor, as did my mind. Man, what a great set of toesies this girl has, I thought to myself. I almost walked past my own towel for lack of paying attention to where the hell I was going.
I decided to lie on my towel stomach side down so that I could check out this girl's face as well as her feet. This is one of the beauties of sunglasses. Or at least I think I'm being inconspicious when I stare with my sunglasses on.
When a man like me has the insatiable desire to worship women's feet, one must be very careful. You can quite seriously fall in love with a girl's feet and not even have looked at her face. This can be pretty dangerous. Not that I'm shallow, but a pretty looking face is a nice bonus five feet and six inches from gorgeous toes. But, one look at this girl's face and I knew that it was a little too good to be true. She must be married, or engaged...like to a senator or at least a neuro-geo-doctor-lawyer-body-builder guy with a big paycheck. Girls like that are usually attached. But, sometimes, girls like that like to play, so what the hell...I may go for it.
(Jen) Once I got my towel laid out, I slipped off my jean shorts and flip-flops and laid down. I rubbed on my oil, and was ready to relax. I didnt even get out my book...I just stretched out under the rays and felt the sungoddess stroking my body with heliotherapy. Ahhhhh.
(Dean) When she wiggled out of her shorts my cock yelled praises to the gods. Yipes, I hadn't felt this kind of lust since about the 12th grade. My dick was hard as a rock under my body and I had to shift my weight a bit to get comfortable. I didn't think that she had noticed me yet and it was a good thing, cuz I was now staring right at her. Even with my "sneaky shades" on, I was full on staring and it was probably obvious. When it comes to lovely peds like this, my "smooth" goes right out the window. Not that I have that much "smooth" to spare, but now all I needed was a kleenex to dab at the drool sliding down the corner of my mouth.
(Jen) As I laid there in total relaxation, I noticed the cute guy was staring brazenly at my legs. Since he had just come out of the water his tan body was glistening with drops of the salty ocean. He was on his tummy and his back muscles looked nice and toned under his freckly tan. Yum. Nice yummy beach boy. I tossed my hair to the side and slid one leg up so that it was bent at the knee. I flexed my ankle a bit like it had a little cramp in it or something and my gold anklet caught the sun and sparkled.
To my left lay an attractive brunette on a lounger. She had really nice feet. Her toenails were all decked out in a French pedicure. She looked really pretty in her yellow and hotpink bikini. I noticed the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed in and out. I think she was dozing. How could I reasonably relax being sandwiched in between two bathing beauties like the ones to my left and my right?
(Dean) I finally turned my head to avoid any further hardening of my dick and decided to try and snooze in the sun for a bit. Beyond the blond was a brunette and my mind was reeling at the fantastical possibilities. I don't know if my foot fetish is a curse, or a joy sometimes.
(Jen) I had almost decided to get out my book and flip over to my belly when the brunette from a few yards away approached me.
"Hi! Sorry to bother you, but do you have any lotion with some sunscreen in it?" She asked me sweetly.
"I only brought my oil, and I really need something stronger for my face. I can't believe I went off and forgot it!" She went on.
"Sure. No problem. I have some Clinique 45."
"Perfect...you're a lifesaver!"
I dug out the lotion from my bag and grabbed my cigarettes while I was digging.
"Smoke?" I asked her.
"Well, I have supposedly quit, but what the hell."
We sat and had a cig and chitchatted for a bit.
"I really love your French toes. I have had that pedicure before and I really liked it. So did my ex-ex-boyfriend."
"Yeah, I was hesitant to get it, but my nail tech talked me into it. I loved it once he finished it."
"I love getting my toes done. It's such a treat." I told her.
"Oh, it's like a weekly religious experience for me." She laughed.
"I know exactly what you mean." I replied.
"And furthermore," I went on, "I think that guy laying over there digs feet too. He was staring at mine earlier. Well, at least I think he was!"
"Some men are really into that. I spose it's a sort of fetish."
"Well, yeah it is!" I laughed.
"You seem to be amused, what did I miss?"
"Well, you have gorgeous feet, haven't you ever had a man really really...I mean REALLY dig your feet?"
"Well, not really. I mean, I have had guys massage my feet if that is what you mean."
"Well, that is part of it. But, there's a bit more to it."
"Likeβ¦"
"For instance, the last guy I dated massaged my feet a few times, but the guy before that worked my feet into every single sexual encounter we had."