Why Are Feet So Sexy?

I’ve been asking myself why I think feet are so sexy for years now.

“Why are feet so sexy?”

“Why am I unable to resist a pretty pair of feet?”

After many years of trying to answer those questions, I finally realized it all goes back to that one night a few years ago when my sister invited a friend for a sleepover. It was a night that changed my life in more ways than I care to admit.

Paint My Toes and I’ll Tell You a Secret

It was a balmy summer night not long after I graduated from high school and my sister had returned from college for the summer. Anxious to reconnect with her best friend since grade school, she invited Jill over to spend the night so they could catch up on what had been happening in each other’s lives. As soon as Jill got there, she and my sister changed into their nightgowns and retired to my sister’s room to gossip, pillow fight, do pedicures… all those things that make girls feel more feminine. I was surfing the Net and could hear them giggling in the next room but wasn’t paying too much attention to notice it until it stopped and Jill walked into my room. 

Startled, I said hello and asked if she needed something. She informed me that she did indeed need something.

As she leaned in close, she whispered in my ear, “I want you to paint my toenails for me”.

“I can’t paint your toenails,” I said. “I’ve never done that before and I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Have my sister paint them for you.”

“No,” she said. “She’s already sleeping. Besides, I want you to paint them. I will tell you a secret if you paint them for me. Please! Please! Please, pretty please, won’t you paint them for me?”

Kneeling at Her Feet

Feverously, I knelt at her feet, just wishing I could hurry up and get this over with. Already, I was nervous. I couldn’t believe I was going to paint her toenails.

As she handed me the bottle, I told her she would have to give me directions since I had no idea what I was doing. She told me to just relax and it would be fine. Letting out a deep breath, I loosened the cap and pulled out the brush, blotting it on the side of the opening like I had seen my sister do many times before.

With trembling hand, I touched the brush to the nail of her big toe.

“There,” she said. “Nice, easy strokes.”

I relaxed a little after I’d accomplished the first toenail, and began to tackle the next. It was at this point I realized how aroused I’d become over painting her toenails. I began to really look at Jill. Not only was she a beautiful young woman, but she had the sexiest feet I’d ever seen. They were just the right size and width, with the prettiest toes. Why hadn’t I noticed before? 

 My Own Secret Was Born

I continued painting, concentrating on not making a mess of her pretty little toes as she told me what a good job I was doing.

Once I had them all evenly painted, I closed the bottle and sat on the bed beside her. We talked for a few minutes about my plans for the summer and then she asked me to check to see if the polish was dry.

Kneeling in front of this woman again, a submissive feeling washed over me. I lightly touched the last nail I had painted and discovered that they were dry. Just touching her sexy feet had aroused me all over again and without a second thought, I began kissing her foot. One by one, I kissed each of her prettily polished toes. That wasn’t enough, though. I started all over again, suckling this time, instead of kissing. I was shocked I was kissing a woman’s feet so passionately.

My First Foot Job

Just then she let out a moan of pleasure. While I was still suckling on her toes, my cock swelled to immense proportions and I knew Jill could see what was happening. I was about to get my first foot job.

Using her feet, she pulled down my gym shorts, then grabbed my cock between the balls of her feet. As she began rubbing up and down, I couldn’t believe how great this felt. Alternating between stroking and kneading my balls with her toes, it was just a matter of time before I exploded into massive orgasm. I sprayed hot sticky spunk all over her pretty feet and toes.

“Lick them now,” she ordered.

I did exactly as I was told to do. When I’d cleaned them off, she stood up, kissed my cheek, thanked me for painting her toenails, and walked out of the room.

“Wait, wasn’t she going to tell me a secret?” I thought.

Maybe the secret was showing me just how sexy a woman’s feet can be!

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