Toes a la Mode (Ma Cheri)

"Wow," she said softly, "am I ever glad I allowed you to do THAT!"

"Me too," Mike said, his tingling lips forming a tired smile.

Cheri noticed the stain on his jeans and chuckled softly, "I guess you
were, at that. Did that happen while you were sucking my toes or my
pussy?"

Mike laughed, too, only slightly mbarrassed. "It was that tasty
honeypot that did it, hon...no offense to your delicious toes,
though."

"None taken. I'm happy that having your head between my legs could do
as much for you as it did for me."

"Oh, yeah...it sure did. You are a most succulent morsel, hon. Like I
said, I just love doing that for a woman. And in your case,
Cheri....well....I'll do that for you anytime. You just ask and it's
yours."

Cheri sat up on the sofa. She smiled down at the exhausted Mike. Still
awash in sexual afterglow, she sighed and stretched. When she did she
held her legs straight out, admiring once again her blue-painted toes.
Mike saw her admiring her feet and chuckled.

"You really do like my feet, don't you, Mike?" she asked him, already
knowing the answer.

"I sure do, Cheri. You have the sexiest feet I've seen in a long
time."

She blushed. "Thank you, Mike. That's important to me."

Cheri smiled a warm, contented smile, then lowered her legs, putting
her feet on Mike's chest. He reached up and started gently stroking
her insteps and calves.

"Mmmm.....thanks, Mike. That's really nice." When he smiled, she slid
the foot closest to his head up until her toes brushed his cheek. She
slowly stroked the side of his face with the undersides of her toes
and her sole. He closed his eyes and enjoyed that soft foot caressing
his jaw and cheek. Seeing that he liked it, Cheri kept doing it, even
as he kept rubbing her calves.

With his eyes closed Mike never saw the other foot join the first.
Cheri started rubbing both feet all around his face, her toes kneading
the skin gently. Mike sighed. Then the rubbing stopped. Cheri's feet
had stopped with her soles resting across his face, one foot across
his head just above his nose, the other just below it. She just rested
them there, not saying a word. Mike opened his eyes, but was only able
to see the sole of the foot that covered them, barely visible because
it blocked out most of the light. He blinked. Cheri felt his eyelashes
brush lightly against her sole and giggled. Mike waited. A couple of
minutes passed.

Mike laughed, the warm breath from his nose and mouth washing over the
foot that lay resting across his lips. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Did you fall asleep up there?"

"Nothing," she replied with a grin, "just resting my feet. It's
actually kinda comfy. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all. I love your feet...and whatever makes them feel good
is okay with me." Cheri saw the truth of his words in the puptent that
was quickly reemerging in the crotch of his jeans, just alongside the
large wet spot. He did indeed adore her feet. She also took a quick
look at the ice cream stains on his thighs and realized that she and
Mike had had an incredible day, and that it would be a shame to let
such a good thing end.

Gently rubbing her feet across his face again, she sighed as she
enjoyed the warmth of it on her cooling soles. His breath on her lower
foot was particularly enjoyable. Once again, she stopped moving her
feet, allowing them to rest lightly across his face. Again she sat
that way for a minute, smiling as she looked at her feet resting on
Mike comfortably, her shiny blue-lacquered toes beginning to wiggle
with glee.

"Mike," she asked, sugary sweet, "would you let me keep my feet like
this for a while if I wanted to?" She moved her upper foot slightly,
sliding it up onto his nose, so that she could see his eyes as he
answered.

"Yeah, Cheri," he said softly, "yeah...I would." His eyes showed he
told the truth. He wasn't just agreeing with whatever she said so he
could get into her pants. But, then, she knew it was the truth,
anyway. She'd come to learn a lot about Mike, and his joy at being
near her feet was a given. Still, she wanted to see it in his eyes
when he replied.

That reply pleased Cheri very much, and she stored it away for future
reference. For the time being, though, she wanted to learn more about
this man. She wanted to know what else made him tick, besides loving
her feet and wanting to lick between her legs all night.

"Come here, Mike," she said, taking her feet off him, swinging her
legs back up onto the sofa and making room for him. She patted a spot
close, but not immediately next to, her. He got up and sat beside her,
where she'd patted. She once more lay back into the plush pillows.
Languishing there like a spoiled goddess, she sighed and put her legs
up on Mike's lap. "Mike, honey," she said, "I think this thing we have
going here has lots of potential. What do you think?"

"Oh, I definitely agree," he said,

"So, we should pursue it?"

"Hell, yes!" he said, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "I think we'd
be insane not to."

She smiled. Once again she snuggled deeply into the pillows and smiled
at him. With a sly grin, she wiggled her toes and cooed, "Massage my
feet, and let's talk about it. Give me a really nice, firm, soothing
massage, now. Really pamper my feet."

With a grin of his own, and further swelling between his legs, Mike
started rubbing her sexy feet.

"Now tell me all about yourself, you sweet, sexy little foot boy,
you." She grinned and sighed as he rubbed her happy feet.

As he rubbed, Mike told her all about his childhood, his life growing
up, when he first realized he had a foot fetish. He told her humorous
things that happened to him throughout his life and how much he
disliked his current job. He told her everything he could think of
that wouldn't bore her to tears. At first, she listened intently,
thrilled to have not only found an adoring foot boy at last, but a
cute, sweet one, too.

She wasn't sure at what point in the conversation/foot massage the
revelation came to her, but it came to her with a vengeance. It came
like a bright, shining beacon of no nonsense fact. THIS
man....Michael....was to be her foot boy. Period. She wanted him
between her toes and between her legs. As far as she was concerned, he
had no say in the matter. He was her long sought after foot boy...end
of story. She wasn't letting him go. She was going to keep him right
where he was...at her feet...for as long as she breathed. She smiled,
watching his cute mouth speak of his life before she came along. She
sighed as his hands worked magic on her tired...but now quite
happy...feet.

Then she looked back up at his mouth. She didn't hear the words as
clearly as before. She watched that mouth...that sexy, talented
mouth...move with speech. She preferred it moving with more erotic
purpose, but that was fine. Because, somewhere along the
way...somewhere between his rubbing of her feet and her watching his
attentive mouth so intently, she'd come to another decision. As
matter-of-factly as she'd ever told herself anything in her entire
life, Cheri now told herself something that made her wet all over
again.

She told herself that before she left this man's apartment (if she
left it at all), she was damn sure she was going to get his cute,
sticky, mustached face back down there between her legs again, and
feel that wonderful tongue busily taking care of business.

She squirmed with anticipation.