As I wandered round, distractedly grabbing odd things from the shelf, I could not get this image out of my head. Once or twice I saw her from a distance, passing the end of an aisle, and was struck again by the sexy effect of this odd combination. Involuntarily I felt myself becoming a little hard. I headed for the freezer section, to pick up a frozen dinner for the evening. As I was pondering which of them looked the least unappetizing, she walked up beside me. I couldn't help myself, I stared again at her naked feet. She turned towards me, half-smiled, and said "Hi... you OK?". I blushed and said, "Oh hi. You... er, I hope you don't mind, but you have really pretty feet". I'd already learned that in America - unlike England - you can say things like this to total strangers, without inviting a slap in the face or worse. Sure enough... "Why, thanks", she said. She paused, turned away, then turned back to me. "You know, I have to wear heels to work, I hate them. As soon as I get out I change into these. And you know, I think I have pretty feet too." I just love the way Americans will strike up a conversation like this. She laughed, a lovely rippling, slightly nervous laugh. "I think they're gorgeous, just perfect. I love the way it all goes together", I replied. Boy, was I aroused.
She gave me a strange, sideways look. She almost whispered, "If you like them so much... would you like to kiss them?" Would I just? I looked around, there was nobody in sight in our corner of the shop. I dropped to my knees and brought my head to the level of her feet. Cautiously I kissed the toes on one foot, then the other. I was hesitant because in the back of my mind I wondered what was going on. Was she suddenly going to scream that I'd attacked her? But she didn't, she made a very slight move of her foot towards me, enough to encourage me to continue. So now I took the plunge and kissed her with real passion, pressing my lips to her skin, then daring to push my tongue between her toes. She tasted wonderful, a mixture of saltiness, a hint of perfumed talc, and just enough of the earthy taste of her body to make it interesting. As I moistened her flesh and pressed my lips against her, I could feel her reaction, the counter-pressure of her toes against my mouth. I thrust my tongue harder between her toes, and she wriggled them in response. She was obviously enjoying this as much as I was. I ran my tongue along the top of her foot, then around to the side and back along the edge of the sole, feeling the little wrinkles here and the slightly stronger body taste, before plunging my tongue back between her toes again. I felt her legs start to tremble.
Suddenly I heard the rattle of a trolley. Just in time, I moved my head and with amazing presence of mind pushed my arm under the freezer. As a rather large woman appeared round the corner, I withdrew my arm, fist clutched, stood up, and said, "Thank goodness, I found it". I hoped that the enormous bulge in my trousers was not too visible. The trolley rattled on, out of earshot. "My God", she said breathlessly, "that was fantastic. I'm all wet."
"My pleasure", I replied. Plucking up my courage, I continued, "Is there anywhere else you'd like a little kiss?"
"Wait for me outside", she replied.
We each tidied ourselves up. I couldn't resist asking, "Did I get the right place?". "My God, that was great", she said. "You probably won't believe this, but I've never done anything like this before." We both hesitated a bit then. "What next?" was the obvious question on both our minds. "Come on", she said, "Back to my place before we cool off." Thank goodness for that! We drove back to her apartment, as quickly as we dared, threw each other onto her bed, and fucked like crazy for hours. When we'd finished, I kissed her feet and nibbled at her toes as she dozed, wriggling with pleasure in her half sleep.
This isn't a happily-ever-after story though. We did see each other a few times, and the sex was a lot of fun, but we weren't really all that compatible apart from our mutual agreement that her feet were just the prettiest around. And then I came back to England. I still live in hope that one day, I'll turn a corner in the supermarket and see some bare feet emerging teasingly from some rather dull everyday clothes. But it would never be the same again.