At the age of 40 I was between jobs and living with a friend. Not a place I really cared to be at during this point of my life. It was frustrating to say the least. I got a lead on what seemed to be a pretty good job out of state and decided to take yet another chance.
I packed my things and headed north on I-95. I had just crossed the Georgia/South Carolina border when I noticed a hitchhiker. Normally I would just drive on by, however this particular time I did not. Several things factored in on my decision to pick this hitchhiker up. It was raining very hard and when I got closer I noticed the hitchhiker was a female with a very, very nice ass. Besides, I was feeling lonely and could use the company. I pulled up just ahead of her. From my rearview mirror I watched her run towards the passenger side of my vehicle. She was wearing cut-off jean shorts and had long tan shapely legs. Being the leg man that I am, I remember thinking how lucky I was.
When she got in, long legs first, I could not take my eyes off them. They shimmered smoothly from the wetness. I was entranced by them, and embarrassed when I failed to acknowledge her saying thank-you for picking her up. I was brought back from my stare by her slight laughter as she said again, Thank-you for picking me up. Realizing I had been caught I slowly looked up into her wet face and saw she was smiling at me. Her hair was matted to her skull and her top stuck to her like a second layer of skin. I quickly gathered myself and crawled into the back seat to pull a towel out of my gym bag.
I handed it to her asking, "What in the hell are you doing out in this mess?"
After thanking me for the towel she told me the whole story about how she and her boyfriend got into an argument while driving. She finally had enough and told him to pull over and she got out. He drove off, but not before she told him they were through and that she never wanted to see him again.
As she told her story I could not take my eyes off her gorgeous legs watching as she slowly wiped them dry.
Once again she pulled me out of my trance by having to repeat herself saying, "Excuse me (laughing) I just asked you what your name was and where you were heading."
I pulled myself together saying, "I'm sorry, my name is Justin and I am going to Maryland."
She replied with a smile, "Hi, My name is Stacy and Maryland sounds good to me."
As I pulled back on to I-95 she explained to me apologetically that she would not be able to help out with the gas because her boyfriend had all their money. I told her not to worry, providing she kept me good company. Otherwise I would have to toss her back out into the rain. We laughed at that, which eased the tension between us and brought on idle conversation. During our conversation she asked if she could take her wet sneakers off. I told her please do so. I watched as she wiped her feet dry with the towel. She had wonderful arches and beautiful toes. Her nails were painted light red. She slowly ran the towel between her toes as she flexed her foot up and down. I quickly looked up so as not to be caught again but I was too late. She was staring directly at me with a knowingly smile. I could have sworn I saw her nod her head in self-confirmation. By now she had no doubt about my fetish. Inside the closed confines of the car the odor of her wet shoes and feet began to fill my senses. After a few hours of getting to know each other I invited her to have a beer from the cooler I keep in the back. I always keep it filled on long trips. She immediately stretched her lean body over the seat to grab a beer. I took this opportunity to get a closer look at her ass, long legs and amazing feet. I watched as she flexed her feet up and down causing her soles to wrinkle and her shapely calf muscles to tighten and relax. While doing this she asked if I wanted one. I told her not while I'm driving and that I only drink them when I have stopped for the night.
I checked my rearview mirror, and saw that she had been watching me check her body out. I was busted yet again. Once she realized my embarrassment she smiled and plopped back down in the seat next to me saying, "Hey!...can you open this for me?"
I noticed that she had put her feet up on the seat bringing her knees up and resting her chin on top of them. Her toes were inches from my right thigh. I said, "sure, no problem. Take the wheel while I open it."
As she reached to grab the wheel the toes of her left foot rested on my upper thigh inches from my groin. Needless to say I took my time opening the bottle, trying not to be too obvious. I felt her toes flex several times and I knew I was becoming aroused.
To my surprise she giggled saying, "This is fun isn't it?...I enjoy taking the wheel."
I laughed a bit nervously and gave the beer back to her. She tucked her long legs back into her chest and drank her beer. Occasionally I would catch her looking at my crotch. That is when I knew that she knew the affect her legs and feet were having on me. As we talked she moved her toes very close to my thighs and continued to flex and run her fingers between them. I was completely aroused by this and started to squirm a bit uncomfortably. After her fourth beer I could tell she was becoming a bit giddy. Then completely to my surprise, as she leaned over the seat to get her fifth beer her right foot swung out and landed squarely in my lap directly on top of my manhood. She continued to struggle for the beer in the ice chest, her toes pushing and prodding against the head of my straining dick. This lasted for a good 5 to 8 seconds.
As she climbed back she saw what she had done and in mock surprise said, "Oh I am so sorry! did I hurt you?"
I swallowed hard a few times and said, "No, no, no that is okay, I am fine."
She laughed and said, "Good, The last thing I would want to do is hurt you down there. I guess I am getting a bit drunk."
I said, "No problem. You can get drunk all you want and have a good time, just as long as you are not driving."
There was a pause as she looked at me quizzically and then scooted herself next to me in that same tucked position. her beautiful feet and legs pointing the way as her soles finally rested against my thigh.
Then she asked me, "Justin, What is it that you find physically attractive in a woman?"
I replied, "Oh the usual stuff you know."
"Seriously Justin tell me I want to know. What is it that turns you on when you look at a woman?" While saying this she rubbed her soles against my thigh as if to accent her question.
Perhaps due to hours of her frustrating me from the moment I picked her up I blurted out. "Okay, okay. If you must know I am turned on by a woman who has nice legs and bare feet."
She laughed and finished her beer with a final big gulp saying, "That's what I wanted to hear from you." I laughed also. We must have laughed for 5 minutes straight.