masturbation with feet

My name is Luis I currently live with my partner I’ve been a good sex life, even if that was not enough.. to happen to me what story below.

. I am a foot fetish and heels, better still if they are summer sandals But I do not have my partner to unleash this fantasy, I guess because there is no feeling in this area.

. Working in a service business where I interact with my clients, let’s say a very personal way by caring for their problems and personal lives Lo same whether they are girls or boys. It is true that stretched his conversations with the girls because it gives me more good atmosphere. There are some very attractive and very interesting girls. One of them is called Olga. I visited his company frequently and for years, why who they consider me one among them.

When spring and the first heat arrives, the girls begin to change his clothes, lighter, with skirts and summer sandals. Olga has beautiful legs and usually wear a short skirt. His skin is brown and excite me imagine how serious your skin soft or odor desprendería. His feet are small and well formed. Heeled shoes are left with luxury and excites me quite see the whole remains my view.

Last summer was the anniversary of the company and organized a rather formal dinner in a hotel ballroom. As I have been attending them for so long, I was invited. I gladly accepted.

That night I said goodbye to my partner to go to dinner and told him to go back a little late, I guess. When you arrive I started to greet the employees and, of course, sought to Olga above others. There were about 60 people. She was on a sofa in the hotel lobby with some more. Um, please, as I was. I immediately went to view her legs and feet. She wore a summer dress climbed up to sit thighs. On his feet he wore sandals heeled black color that put me on sight.

I approached and began to talk to her about trivial things, until it was time to go to the booth and sitting room. I Do not remove Olga, which I ended up sitting next to her. The tables were round and I think we had 8 per table more or less.

Everything was normal talk, laugh and yes, wine is heady.

At one point in the meal I got up and went to the toilets. On the way back I noticed how rich his legs that day. I wish I could eat those feet, I thought. She realized that looked just coming because I look sideways and under her skirt.

I did not mean anything special but was very excited.

Now it was she who, after a while, got up and went to the services that were right on the opposite side of the gentleman, so I could see how it went. When I looked back and she smiled at me unabashedly. Arriving at the table I approached my ear and said:

– You’re a rascal, Luis

– I have been noticed much?

– Ha ha .. A little, but I do not care.

He sat down again and was a little detached from the table. Enough to make me look out easily.

After dinner there was some free drinks, so the table began to run empty because people got up to order your drinks.

– Olga want me to get you a drink?

– Not yet. Within a short time we take it, okay?

I followed the conversation tried to take some more hot topic; It was time.

– Hey Olga, a long time ago and we know we almost know a lot of things from each other.

– Yes, the truth is yes. Plus you know I like to talk to you.

– Well me too I like to talk to you, though everything, do not talk.

– Son, Luis. I’ll not have my private things

– Okay, but I bet you that I can guess a fantasy of yours and you are not me.

– But, Luis, if I have not ever talked to you about that. Moreover, it comes now.

It was true, but once I heard her talking to a friend, and told him he liked the idea of ??doing a black guy ever. Obviously that does not forget.

– Well, what do you make the bet Olga ?.

– Come on now, stop this nonsense.

But I insisted, and he relented. We bet the breakfast the first day we saw us in his company.

– Olga says on paper you would like fantasy and reality do the same, to see who is right.

– I got: ” caress, kiss and enjoy in every way a beautiful legs, ankles and feet ”

The truth is that I felt weird being so released, but the glass of wine and the desire to eat her legs helped me.

– Olga, I get a little vergü embarrassment, but is already on.

– Luis Well you’re the one who insisted, but you’ll pay me breakfast.

– I start. I said

– I think your fantasy is able to enjoy a black guy. Not like, but there are the shots.

He looked at me with puzzled face. How did he know?

– Well now you tell me what is mine.

– I think you’re fetishist. Because you do not stop staring at my feet.

I stayed cortadísimo. but I talked to check what was in the papers.

– Olga Show me your paper.

He reads: ” sleep with a black that has very large&quot ;. I show you mine.

– Fuck Olga, as we have tied. What do we do to break the tie ?, and that a black who has it bigger. Really?

– Nothing. – I dijo.- The game seemed a bit silly. So I let Luis

He downplayed the issue, which already did not care and started to ask me about my fantasy.

– Whether you like the feet of a girl?

– Well, the truth is that much of the idea makes me feel them and pet them and play with them having sex.

– And mine likes you? he asked while pulling a bit of the table and I taught them.

– Yours are beautiful and excited me much; I told him thinking I was going.

– The Luis truth is that I like the idea of ??seeing someone excited with my legs and feet. Do not know why but I like to think.

– Olga, seem so soft and you are so rich. In saying this gave me a rush, and I think it also because moved in the seat a little nervous.

No, because of this so suddenly, we open enough to tell us these things, but if we continue messing about, I dared to even pass the back of his hand down her legs to tell how soft they were.

I think the two were fired, because at one point and suddenly she says:

– Come with me. He said no more and stood up, do not know where. But I followed her super hot. I was imagining what would happen now; or at least he was willing to spend.

He went down a hallway beside serving girls and we came to a small room like rooms. Not like that room knew he was there, but neither asked. There was no one and everything looked very lonely. Inside the room was a table with some chairs around and small sofa in the corner.

– Sit on the couch, I said looking into the corner.

I obeyed thinking there would be some unexpected gift. And what it was my surprise when he told me:

– Watch Louis my great fantasy is to see a guy masturbate for me. So if you want to change your masturbation my feet

– Olga please, that rush has given me. I did not expect this.

– For fail because I’m so hot and bothered. Do what you want with my feet.

He came over to me and put one foot on the edge of the sofa, so that my face was in her thigh. I started to give kisses shy yet I started to get me the cock. I turn down the pants and his right hand began to tocármela. With his left hand he was rubbing his legs and lowering it to his feet. And he spent my tongue caressed her leg while masturbating me super excited. I picked her foot below the shoe and approached my mouth. Smelled the leather of the shoes and the aroma of the skin as he licked over the instep of the shoe leather straps.

Olga seek her panties under her dress and pulled the clothes to get a finger in her pussy. I was kissing her thighs and I approached her pussy. I could smell so wet it was, but he pushed my head. He wanted what we had agreed. I took my foot and I take you to the mouth, running my tongue over my fingers and everywhere. It was super happy with what happened to me.

My right hand continued to increase the pace and she did the same with his fingers inside her pussy. One time sack finger and brought it to his mouth. He sucked forward and told him to give me me too. He did, put his finger inside her pussy and when I was well soaked I approach it in his mouth and suck a bestial desire. Then she rubbed until orgasm came. I could not go so I got up and got his foot under my cock. I ran strips covering a sandal as he watched his face with satisfaction.

We got well. She wiped and left the room. We never talk about it again