Marianna's Feet

It was Saturday morning, and there was panic at Antoine's barbershop. Hairdryers were buzzing, shampoos were fragrant, and the women were chattering. Men usually prefer to book haircuts in the afternoons, when it's quieter, but I always prefer mornings, and especially Saturdays, so I can leisurely gawk at all the women going about their business, hairdressers, manicurists, and customers.

So there I was, sipping my espresso and waiting patiently for my turn, when my eye caught some feet, what gorgeous feet. They were submerged in a basin of water, and the manicurist was about to give them a pedicure. I sat up and settled in to enjoy the sight. I couldn't see clearly whose amazing feet these were because another customer's chair was hiding her, but I didn't mind much. My vice is women's feet, especially their soles, with slender, well-groomed toes and painted nails. That's why I prefer going to Antoine's for a haircut. There's a manicurist there named Aliki, with a large clientele, and whenever I go I enjoy a bath.

I watched Aliki take the customer's foot in her hands and massage it. How I wished I were in her place, taking this little sweet foot in my hands and caressing it! I felt my cock stir at the thought alone. With my gaze fixed on the stranger's feet, my imagination ran wild. I dreamed of myself lying down with her beside me, her foot gently caressing my cock. I imagined her tiny toes resting on my cockhead or moving up and down my balls. I imagined her lying on her back with her legs open, my cock deep inside her pussy, her soles resting on my chest, and her little fingers rubbing my nipples.

I got up abruptly from my armchair and hurried to the bathroom. I had to jerk off urgently. I couldn't hold out any longer; I had to jerk off to calm down. I quickly closed the door behind me, turned the key, and lowered my trousers' zipper. I pulled my cock out, cupped it in my hand, closed my eyes, and brought to mind once again those tiny toes enjoying the manicurist's massage out in the salon. I jerked my cock furiously, faster and faster, while my mind filled with more and more arousing images. When I imagined having those toes in my mouth and sucking them one by one, I felt my cum shoot from my cockhead. I wiped myself carefully, waited a minute to come down, then returned to the salon to continue my bath and wait my turn for a haircut. I glanced over to make sure the manicurist was still working on the same customer. At that moment she was painting the nails of those wonderful feet a fiery red. I lit a cigarette, the best thing after a successful jerk-off, and leaned back in my armchair. A little later Antoine himself came and told me it was my turn to get a haircut. It seems luck was on my side, because he seated me almost next to the manicurist, so I could also see the owner of the feet. She was a plump redhead with a very spicy little face, smiling and talkative, always whispering something to the manicurist. When Aliki moved on to the little nails and the second coat of varnish, she told the customer to stay in position until the color dried, gathered the basin and the rest of the pedicure tools, and went to another customer. The redhead was left alone. An opportunity to strike up a conversation, I thought, and without delay I turned slightly toward her and, smiling, began to talk to her about the weather. By the time I finished my haircut and her nails had completely dried, we had gotten into a good conversation, with Antoine chiming in with his own comments.

When I got up from my armchair and headed for the register, Antoine followed me and whispered conspiratorially that the redhead had recently split up and was on her own. Since we were leaving together, I asked her where she was headed, and then I offered to give her a ride, since it was on my way. It was on my way, all right—exactly the opposite direction from where she was going—but as long as I was thinking about her freshly painted red little toes and her small, tender little feet, I could have taken her to the other end of the earth. When we arrived in front of her house, without beating about the bush, I said

“Will you buy me a coffee?” and five minutes later I was in her living room. She went to the kitchen for the coffee and I followed her. Since she had her back to me, I went up behind her and hugged her. I leaned down and kissed the base of her neck, and I saw her shiver. I pressed against her back with my cock resting on her bottom and rising again. She felt my hardness and, turning, she hugged me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“You drove me crazy from the moment I saw your feet at the salon,” I told her, and from the sound of my voice she understood I was serious. I pulled her tighter against me and felt her nipples rubbing against my chest.

“I want you,” I whispered against her lips. “The coffee is going to spill ...” she warned me and tried to pull away a little.

“What coffee? I'm about to cum just looking at you,” I replied and kissed her on the mouth. At that moment the coffee boiled over, spilled, and made a mess of the kitchen. I took the briki, left it in the sink, quickly turned off the burner, and pulled her with me out of the kitchen.

“This way ...” she said and led me into the bedroom. Before she had even sat on the bed, I had already unbuttoned my shirt. She went to get undressed, but I stopped her, saying, “... let me undress you, please.” I took off my clothes quickly and then began undressing her, kissing every bit of flesh I uncovered. She had a very feminine body, all curves. She wasn't a woman for a fashion shoot, but she was certainly a woman for bed. Last of all, I took off her shoes, and kneeling down I took her feet, caressed them for a long time, then put her toes in my mouth and began sucking them. It turned her on a lot, what I was doing to her; all women get turned on when I lick their toes. I lay her down on her back and climbed on top of her. She pulled me close to her face and took my cock in her mouth. She gave very sweet head. With her nails she scratched my balls very gently while she sucked my cock. I didn't want to cum yet, so I pulled away from her mouth.

“What's wrong, did I hurt you?” she asked anxiously. “No, my little pussy, I just want to fuck you; it's not enough for me to just suck you,” I explained.

“Do you have a condom with you?” she asked me, and for a moment I froze. "No, I don't have one. How could I have imagined, when I was heading to the hair salon, that I would meet a creature like you," I told her with a sigh.

"Well, don't worry, I have one, in the first drawer of my nightstand." I opened her drawer, found a condom, put it on, and stood between her legs. My cock stood proud and throbbed, ready to fuck this amazing pussy in front of me. I lifted her hips and pressed my cockhead against her pussy lips.

"You're wet, your pussy is dripping," I said. "Yes, I got so horny when you started licking my toes," I heard her say. "Really, my horny girl, do you like having your feet licked?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"Yes, I'm dying of lust, and I noticed earlier at the hair salon that you were constantly staring at my feet," the redhead confessed to me. I pushed my cock into her hot pussy and, taking her soles, pressed them against my chest. I began fucking her fast and deep. She sighed, moaned, and her lust grew with every minute. "What a hot babe you are, my little pussy," I told her, full of admiration, and I heard her beg me to lick her feet again. I took one foot and brought it close to my mouth, and without ceasing to fuck her, I began licking her sole. The babe went wild with lust, and I heard her tell me she was going to cum. What a stroke of luck I had. The woman knew how to be fucked, knew how to move, and she was driving me crazy, I'm telling you. I took her big toe and shoved it into my mouth. I began sucking it the way she had been sucking my cock a little earlier. As if that was what she had been waiting for, she began to scream: "I'm cumming, bite my toe, I'm cumming." My teeth bit into her painted nail, and her first spasms tightened around my cock. The toes of her other foot squeezed my nipple areolas, and my lust grew so much that I felt my seed boiling and shooting out with force. After a little while, I lay down beside her to catch my breath, I reached out my arm and pulled her into my arms, and laughing I asked her: "What's your name, really? You got me so horny that I didn't have time to ask you." She burst out laughing and answered me: "Mariana"