Babysitter and Her Bare Feet

Back during the summer when I was 13, my parents decided to take a weekend vacation, and since they weren't comfortable with me staying by myself, they asked if their friends' daughter could stay over and look after the house. Even though this was the late 70's and a much simpler time than now, a whole weekend by myself was a little too long for them. They all had known each other since their own high school days, and the daughter was 17 at the time. Even though we couldn't be much further from the west coast, she was the spitting image of a California surfer girl; long bleached-blonde hair, a deep bronze tan, round glasses and usualy wore a spaghetti strap top with bell-bottoms cut off just below the ankle. Not only that, but I almost never saw her not wearing those wooden Dr. Scholl's sandals that were popular back then. Since it didn't get very cold in the winter she had them on rain or shine. She must have had a dozen pairs of them; she wore them so much they should've worn out in a month. She only lived around the block so she walked over late Saturday morning and my parents headed out shortly after. She was pretty nice so we had a good time listening to records and talking about high school, which I was about to start. She grilled us some burgers and that evening we watched TV before I headed up to bed, Overnight a warm front must have come through because it was even warmer first thing in the morning than it was the day before. Since the houses were old not too many had air conditioning and we were the ones that didn't. I woke up sweating and after a few minutes just laying there in my underwear I decided to go downstairs for a glass of juice to try and cool off. Because it was so out of the ordinary I had forgotten my parents were gone and she had stayed over...until I made to the living room and saw her. She was laying on her stomach on the couch, and her pants were off and laying on the floor. Not only that, but her panties were laying with them. Her hairy lips were in full view, as were her pale, pink soles that contrasted with her tanned legs. I was stunned and frozen, just staring at her beauty. Almost instantly my cock was at full attention, straining against my underwear. I don't know how long I was there, could have been 5 minutes, could have been a half hour but eventually she woke up and saw me gawking at her. At first she gasped and tried covering herself, but then she just giggled at the situation. Not only had she exposed herself to me, but she saw me there with a full erection. She then said, "So what did you like more, my pussy...or my feet?" I acted dumb and said I didn't know what she meant, and she laughed and said she has caught me staring before. "I see you looking at my feet all the time; walking home from school, when our parents get together, yesterday...but it's ok, I like my feet too." While she said that, she was leaning forward and rubbing her hands on her feet, and all of this caused a large wet spot on the front of my underwear. She was absolutely right though, there were many times I had jacked off thinking about her feet, not just the sight of them, but also the sounds of the wooden sandals slapping against her soles as she walked. It took me a few seconds but I finally said "...I...I think you have cute feet." She giggled again and said, "I knew it, but that's ok, I like guys with a foot fetish."  "A what?"  "A foot fetish, it means you get turned on by feet, which you obviously are." 

As she said that she reached out and touched my hard cock with her big toe, and instantly I came in my underwear.  I doubled over and tried to hide it, but it was no use. She had kind of a shocked laugh and said, "Wow, you must REALLY like feet!" After I finally compaosed myself she said, "Well, I guess since I saw you cum, it's only fair that you get to see me." 

She then pulled off her shirt leaving herself completely naked and spread her knees apart, showing me her brown-haired pussy wide open. Right after that she said, "I'll make you a deal; you don't say a word about this to anyone, and I'll give you a nice treat, ok?" I just nodded and she said, "Good, but first take off those messy undies." I slowly pushed them down, exposing my cum-covered cock which was still at half-mast, even though I just came a coupld minutes before. Once I was naked she told me to sit on the couch, which I did. She then said, "I used to love when my boyfriend would rub my feet while I masturbated, but he's off at college now so I'm all by my lonesome. How about you rub my tootsies while I get myself off?" 

She laid her bare feet on my lap and wiggled her toes at me. I was hesitant, but she said, "It's ok, massage my pretty feet." I grabbed onto them and started rubbing my thumbs into her soles and she said, "Mmmm, that feels good, keep at it," as she leaned her head back and started rubbing her slit. I squeezed and kneaded while she masturbated, and while she was breathing heavy she said, "Don't forget the toes...the toes." I rubbed each of her toes and between them and she started moaning, so I knew I was doing it right. It wasn't much longer before she tensed up and rolled onto her side, panting and rubbing her feet together.

Before long she said that I gave wonderful foot massages, and eventually made it up to her knees and leaned over to me. She was close enough that her hair was draped over my shoulder and said in her softest voice, "You know...my boyfriend also liked to masturbate while sucking on my toes." At that point I was sweating, but not from the heat. She was so close I could feel her breath on my ear. "Do you...want to masturbate while sucking my toes?" I nodded. "Say it." I want to suck your toes." She whispered, "Why do you want to suck my toes?"  "Because...I have a foot fetish."  "Mmmm...I like foot fetishes...so...start stroking your cock for me and I'll let you suck on my toes." She was so close I could feel her lips brushing my ear. I grabbed onto my hard cock and started slowly stroking. "That's good, now start sucking my toes." She lifted her foot up to my mouth and my lips wrapped around her big toe and I started sucking. "Lick between them." I grabbed her foot with my free hand and started sliding my tongue between her toes, causing her to moan and rub herself again. "Lick the sole." I ran my tongue from her heel up to her toes and back down, all the while precum flowing all over my hand. I said I was about to cum and she shouted out, "Keep sucking my toes! Suck those toes! Blow your load with your tongue between my toes!" I stroked harder with her middle three toes between my lips as I shot a line of cun onto the floor and down onto my hand. At the same time she shoved her fingers into her cunt and came along with me. We sat there for a minute, trying to catch our breath when she finally said, "That was good, you're going to make a lot of girls happy if you keep sucking on toes like that." I smiled and thanked her, and after a while we put on some clothes and started our day. Off and on she let me massage her feet and suck on her toes while she was there, and we also watched each other masturbate a couple more times. We didn't have sex because she felt that would be wrong, but a couple times she did run her feet along my hard cock while I jerked off. The next day when my parents came home they offered to pay her for her time, bus she declined and said it was her pleasure to do it and that she had fun. I noticed that when she was leaving she was walking out barefoot. Nothing completely unusual, because I had seen it before, but when my parents weren't looking she whispered in my ear, "I left you a surprise in your bedroom. Look under your bed." She then left, almost on tiptoes on the hot concrete. I hurried upstairs and found her worn sandals waiting for me with a note. 'I know you like my bare feet, so I hope you like my worn sandals. Have fun with them!' I started getting hard so I closed my door and quickly jerked off, cumming along the soles of her sandals, right across her dirty footprints. That was the only time we had any kind of sexual contact, but off and on after that when we were walking home she would wink and smile at me when she saw me staring at her bare feet and wooden sandals.