Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 07:58:21 -0000 From: Joy Bells Subject: Feet First They say a face can launch a thousand ships! Old hat, that one, and not true, in my case. With me, it always has to start with the feet. You may have a face that could knock a man down at fifty paces, or eyes that could stop a guy dead in his tracks with one teeny glance, but if you have huge flat feet, forget it! Of course, it helps if I like your body too, but it's all got to start with the feet. You might think I sound pretty full of myself, but this isn't my little red book I'm filling. This is my profession. Also my pleasure. It's what makes me different. It's also a dead secret from my bosses, who'd go bloody mental if they knew! You wouldn't think there is anything special about me. I'm short, plump, fortyish, and averagely attractive, I don't flaunt the money I'm quietly laying away. I work in a moderately successful beauty and massage parlor in a medium-sized town. And don't go jumping to conclusions, I ain't no hooker. I work with ladies, and if I like you, and if you're receptive, you'll have the best orgasms of your life with Jenna Kelly! It's never the likely looking ones that get the special treatments. I mean, take Molly Manseni! Her Mom made the appointment, a full body massage, as a birthday present. When she staggered in I could see why she needed it. She looked to be the kind of woman who works her ass off from dawn to dusk, and half the night! She sure didn't have time to waste on her looks; her hair needed cutting, she wore hardly any make up, sweats and a shirt and a pair of running shoes that made her feet look two sizes bigger. "What I gotta take off?" she asked, dumping about a million grocery bags in reception. "everything except your bra and panties." I said and went to get my stuff ready. I was imagining some kind of scrawny body, and skinny feet with chipped enamel on the toes. Yukk! And then I went in, and there she was, of course, all covered up with towels, demure as you like, but I got a glimpse of the toes. long, slim toes; short-nailed, unpainted. A good start. I peeled back the towel, and my breath caught in my throat. I've seen lots of feet. You do in my job. But Molly Manseni had lovely, I could say delicious ones! long, slim, dainty they were, the skin was luminous, creamy, the in-step delicately arched, the heel beautifully rounded. The skin was silky smooth, I couldn't see one callous or hard patch on them from where I was looking I felt saliva come into my mouth, and reined myself back fiercely. This was going to be tricky. You have to be careful with these ladies. Sometimes they rise, sometimes they don't, we'd just have to wait and see, but oh! I wanted those feet! I wanted to take each toe in my mouth, see how it would feel to lick it, graze it tenderly with my teeth, taste the skin, lick the tender hollows between the toes. I wanted to stroke, and love, and explore every inch of those angelic feet with hands, and mouth, and tongue, and see how Molly would like it! But first, we had to go carefully. I pulled the towels away from the lower half of the body, and oiled my hands. Now I could see the legs, feet and some of the hips and stomach too, and my juices really started rising. She wasn't scrawny. She wasn't real slim she must have had a few kids, you could see the baby pooch, but she had just enough flesh on her bones to make her look real somehow, not Barbie dollish, I like ladies like that. Her legs were nice, Not too long, but shapely. Her hips were generous and her stomach curved a little, and just enough. Her skin glowed as I began to stroke oil over her and gave off gleams under the lights. I thought I could take bites out of her like she was a crisp apple! She was starting to relax under my ministrations, apart from anything else, I'm a good masseuse, hell! I've been doing it long enough! So now, it's time to face the music. Gee, I hope she plays. I want those feet! Maybe she won't play, she seems real happy, if busy, she's wearing a wedding band, maybe she's fine like she is. Well, nothing ventured... I take her left foot in my hand. I'm trying not to tremble. I mouth has gone dry, my pulse is accelerating slightly, I can feel myself creaming, I can't help it, she is so yummy under those sweats, I simply gots to have her! Wonder what she sounds like when she screams. I delicately finger her feet, carefully watching her face all the time. They can't hide the look. If they let me in, it always shows. I press, just there, hoping, oh so hoping. A reaction! yes! o glory! Well, of course there's always a reaction, I mean, reflexology's reflexology, and I've touched an erotic spot, but some people just blank it. Only she didn't. She looked at me. Right in my eyes. Her mouth is opening, o god, look at those lips. Full and red, no lipstick, that's natural. It's going to take all the willpower in the world not to kiss... Steady Jen, Jesus! you'll ruin everything! You're supposed to have a plan here! I wait, watching her, but she doesn't move, doesn't speak. I move my fingers infinitesimally, and press another place on her sole, this time a bit harder, watching her all the time. Ah! this time she moved, a definite wriggle. Her tongue comes out, O Hell, look at that, I practically blow for seeing it, a gorgeous little tongue, she gives her lips a lick. For fuck's sake Jen! What in hell's got into you, you've done this a zillion times before, with much prettier women, and now you're about to explode? What is with you today? Will you get a fuckin grip and get on with the plan! I take her foot in my hand again, and begin gently circling my fingers around the best places, every now and again giving a little touch, a little tease, bringing her slowly up, arousing her expertly, holding myself back, stroking those elegant feet, waking up the passion in her, God she's beautiful, how could I have ever thought there'd be nothing there, look at those gorgeous eyes, smoky and brown, gazing at my face, look at the way she arches when I touch just there... "Are you going to fuck me or what!" What did she just say? What! What! The Fuck! This isn't in the script! "I mean I know I want to fuck you. I think you want to fuck me, or have I got it wrong, do you always look at the people you massage like that? So, are you only going to touch my feet, because I wanna touch yours, and a lot more. do you know you have a stain on your pants?" In absolute disbelief I look down at the dark patch on the front of my pale pink satin work pants. Oh my fucking god! I've never done that before. Not ever! I put my head out the door. "Leona," I holler. "Beat it! You have a two-hour lunch break, starting now." Leona's pink bee-hive hair do, shiny black cat suit, tangerine lip gloss and huge spidery black lashes bob towards me. What Leona would look like without the razmataz I really don't know. "I want $200 for not telling this time," she says. "Beat it!" I spit, "you'll get my foot in your crotch. Or you could always come watch!" That gets her out fast enough. Little miss hinky punk's a prude at heart! I go back to my room, to find my hot date, lying untowelled and totally naked on the couch. Juices start flowing. My pussy immediately wets up, my mouth waters and my hands reach for her. "You done this before, sweetcakes?" I ask. "Nope. Always thought I'd like to though. Just like it here, and the way you're looking at me turns me on. So let's have fun. Anything goes. But on condition I get to play too!" That stops me. Usually I'm a giver only. I get mine from giving out, I don't let them touch me. Safer that way really. But... Aw the hell! I can't wait any longer, I reach for a foot, slide the first toe into my mouth, let my juice run over it, taste the clean skin. I shiver with pure pleasure. Delicious feet I said, and delicious they are! As I explore the toes, licking and sucking, taking each one into my eager mouth, with my hands I perform my magic on the sole of the foot, and Molly arches and writhes, gasps and moans as I bring her up to a fever of desire and exquisite pleasure! I feel my own pleasure building deep within the warm core of myself as I lick and suck, stroke and need those glorious, sweet, wonderful feet and finally, I bring the toes to the wet center of me, and rub them against me. at the same time touching the right places on Molly's soles, to send her screaming down into the fiery void of pleasure. A moment or two later, I'm headed to much the same place, it's gentler, warmer softer, but it's there, sweet, oh, so so sweet, a deep delight so intense. I'm almost folding at the knees with the strength of my come, and now Molly has jumped off the couch and is pushing me on to it! What the fuck! this dame does not play by the rules! To tell the truth, I'm not expecting much, she's totally unskilled, unawakened, she's... holy crap! she's kissing me! They're not supposed to do... that... Soft, gentle, melting. Full soft lips, soft tongue dancing on mine. I don't know when I felt anything like this, not so much sexual as sensual pleasure. she's leaning over me now, oh God look at her breasts, full, soft, hard pointy nipples, well, come on! I know I never suck, but that's open invitation, what's a girl to do! And now she's.. doing.. mine. oh god! um. Can't think. What's she saying? "Put your hands above your head. right up there. now don't move them. I'm gonna do stuff to you, and if you make a sound apart from breathing, you're allowed to do quickened or heavy breathing, but you can't moan, or speak, if you make a sound, I'll stop, and we'll go right back to the start." Yeah right! Give me something difficult, why don't you? so here I am, la la la, hands behind my head, and she's kneeling over me, I casually reach out to suck a nipple, so juicily tempting "Keep the fuck still!" she snarls. Well shit! Pardon me for breathing! Ok, ok! Now she's, o holy fucking hell in a piss pot! she's taking my foot. she's got my big toe. I will not moan, I will not moan, I will not. moan. I will, aaaaaaah, god that's so good! o fuck, she stopped! ouch! what the fuck! She hit me! not hard, but she picked up a little rule from the desk out front, and she whupped me! Yee-ow, that tingles! Hey, do that again. No, she won't. Damn! Ok, got my foot again. licking my toe, I want her to suck, she just starts, but she teases, a now she's doing it, can't make a sound, it's setting me on fire, I'm running with cream! Smells like the freshest Maine lobsters! I want to dip my fingers in it, but bitch will whup me again if I move! I'm panting like a steam engine! oh! oh god! she's got all my toes in her mouth, she's playing them with her tongue, oh god, I'm going to come any minute, I'll scream the place down, her spit is falling on my foot, warm and soft and gorgeous, oh god, here it comes, oh it's going to be huge! yayayayayayayyayayayay! Woohoo! Managed to hold back apart from a few little squeaks! That was a biggy, Ziggy! So now what? now she's moving up, oh, yummy kisses to the insides of my thighs, o, God I want her to put her face in me, suck me, lick me just forever and a day, hurry up, can't you! hell! I moaned, just a tiny one, she was just that close! wouch! bitch! you'll pay for that I'll never touch your feet again this side of doomsday! Do that again! O God! She's biting me! Drooling all over my skin, licking and biting my legs, knees, calves, thighs, o, just that little bit of pain, not too much, o it feels good, it's turning me on, come here, I want you to lick me, damn it! don't make me beg! O! I'm so so wet! O don't go up there, it's nothing good up there. Ok, it feels nice, hey! Don't bite too hard, I'll scream, and then what'll happen. O wow, o that's so nice, I'm arching, I'm writhing, I'm doing all kinds of stuff I never do, abandoning myself in a way Jenna Kelly just never does. And now she suddenly slid her gorgeous mouth down me in one smooth glide, and latched on to me. Her face is buried in my soft bush, her tongue is circling my clit, lapping my juices, she's moaning, my hands are in her thick hair, pressing her gently into me as I arch up towards her, o I can feel it, feel it rising, blotting out thought, the come of the century... She flipped me over! Like a wet fish! I'm lying on my stomach on the couch, limp with pleasure, still shuddering, and she's standing over me! she is laughing, what in hell's teeth is she up to now. Wouch! o wow! she's giving me light, smart taps with that rule, all over my back and butt, not hurting bad, just that neat, tiny bit of pain that turns me on so. she watches me buck and writhe under it waits till I'm right on the edge.. and stops. "lick me, bitch!" she snarls. I've been waiting. I bury my head in her. I'm amazed at her body, how well cared for she is. Her pubic mound is shaved smooth, her skin soft, smooth as satin. I sink my face into her warm muskiness, and suck and suck and suck, o she's so wet, she's so warm, she's so wanting. I slowly circle her tiny button, small and firm it is, tight as a bud. I feel her buck under my teasing tongue, I make her, with my tongue and fingers, and every trick I know, pay for completely undoing all my careful plans. By the time we reach the edge, we're both making enough noise to wake the dead. She grabs my hair, and we both careen into the void, yelling out our joy in the moment! When I come out of the shower in the scuzzy little washroom in back, she is once more Momma Molly, and I am once more Miz Jenna Kelly, Masseuse Extraordinaire. I smile professionally at her from behind the front desk. Leona's not back yet. "So, Mrs Manseni, will you be wanting a follow-up appointment?" I ask. She smiles wistfully, and shakes her head, as she hands me some folding green. "Nah," she says, and gives me a wink. "I think a full body massage is a once in a lifetime experience. Mom says it's a great thing to have at a time in your life when the chips are right down, and You never forget having one. I was a bit scared, didn't know what to expect, but Mom told me she'd really enjoyed hers. She said she first came to this parlour right after the divorce, and had been coming back ever since! She knew I wouldn't want that, but said once would do no harm, to make me realize I was a woman, not just a wife and Mom. She said you were the best Masseuse in the world, and she told me, go on! Live a little! Just let yourself go, honey! dive right in, feet first!"