Will
I Ever Touch Feet Again?
by OleGuy
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I
am getting too old for this, or am I?
I had just turned 50, and I had been working at the gym and getting in shape. But
I’ve wondered; am I getting too old to enjoy the feel of a masculine big
toe softly tickling my nose? Would I ever again hear the chuckle of another
man as I softly scrapped the soles of his feet? I had moved to the beautiful
island of Kauai. Paradise? Yes, but it can be torture for a guy like me
with a fetish for feet.
Everywhere I look, I see hot guys in slippers. I’m talking surfers,
fathers with their kids, young lovers with their girlfriends. I mean not
just feet, but feet with character. All kinds, and most feet, since they
are not closed up in shoes, have nice toes and are well pedicured. Very
few seem to be calloused and hard.
So you can see why I just cant take it any more. Kauai is small and everybody
knows everybody. There’s no place to go and act on the fantasies
that I have harbored for almost a year since I last had my mouth on some hot
feet.
Besides, to keep my fetish satisfied I need to touch, tickle and caress at least
one foot a week. I simply cannot take it any more. I am not resolved
to the fact that I am too old either. I was determined to live and not
die. So, since I can’t have fun here, I decided that I would go to
the big city. To Honolulu, the New York of the Pacific.
Even the day I left, right there at the airport, there was a young part-Hawaiian
kid who had beautiful feet sitting next to me on the plane. I could not
help but to stare. He had a nice size 12’s it seemed to me. He
was in his early 20's and was about 180 lbs. His hair was coal black and
his eyes were hazel. The kind that are more brown than green. Clearly
not all brown.
His skin was the color of coconuts and his teeth were as white as the insides
of coconuts. I was sitting on the exit row of the commuter plane and was
reading the complimentary magazine. He unconsciously slipped his feet in
and out of the straps of his slippers (flip flops). I pretended to read
my magazine too. I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to talk
to him. So I asked him if he lived on Kauai or was he returning to Oahu. He
had a killer smile and he told me that he had been on Kauai for construction
work. His name was Cole. A name not at all Hawaiian as I expected. Still,
I find that many guys who grew up here in the islands to be very friendly and
easygoing. Cole was not exception.
He went on tell me that he was trying to decide if he should go to school here
or on the mainland. Back in Utah I listened as he went on to tell me about
his dilemma. Then it happened. I cannot tell you exactly when it
did but, as I had said, we were sitting in the exit row. Since there is
more room there, he crossed his leg. You know, that "guy" way … ankle
to knee? Only problem was that he still had his slipper on, so I did not
get the sole of his foot. But I did get to see just a little bit of it
as his big toe kinda loosened its grip.
We talked oh I would say another 3 minutes more and he uncrossed his leg. The
flight attendant came around and gives both Cole and I our complimentary juice
drink.
I thought to myself, "Well that was a good little show, and if nothing more,
I gotta free sneak peek." Then it happened again. He crossed
his leg and he asked me what did I think about college. I told him I loved
it and had a good time. I came up with an idea … I know it was a
bold one, but hey, I ‘m 50 and not getting any younger. So I took
my finger and flicked his slipper off and laughing told Cole that he would have
to work hard to make the best of school. He laughed and even though the
slipper dropped to the floor, he did not put the damn thing back on. I
was in heaven.
I Had a good view of the sole of his foot. The heel has a bit of dry edges,
but his feet were smooth and soft from the look of them. His toes were
long and thick, which to me is the sign of a beautiful foot. He continued
to talk.
He told me that would have to support himself in school since his family didn’t
have much savings. I told him that he shouldn’t have a problem with
that since he knew carpentry. He asked me if I had worked while I went
to school. Bingo! I could not believe this. I told him the
truth. I did. But what kept me in pocket change and beer was that I would give
my friends great foot massages. He chuckled and said that he loved getting
foot massages, and he used to get them from his brother. He then went on
to tell me that his girlfriend would never massage his feet, no matter how much
he begged. I honestly felt sorry for him. He then asked me if I still
did foot massages. I told him I did, and that I still had friends who ask
for my services.
Well it’s now or never, I told him. I was very sure that he would not say
no. I even said "Here let me show you" and I started to massage his
right foot. He smirked at first, and then he said, "hey! You
are good."
I told him that I had a roommate in college who would always tell me he’d
buy the beer if I did the foot thing. I would laugh and tell him to go
ahead. He’d laugh, run to the store, put the beer in my hands, and then
plop down on the couch and remove his socks. That story made Cole laugh. Then
he curiously asked me, "His feet didn’t smell?" That’s
when I explained to him how I would use oil to cover the smell and to lessen
the friction.
I asked Cole if he was ticklish, and he told me, well a little bit, but I love
having my feet rubbed. Now, devilishly, I tickled his foot and he stifled
a laugh and told me, "Now you cut that out" and added, "If you
keep doing that I wont let you rub my feet anymore." Now I was too
nervous to comment on that, since I did not know what he meant. I had been
touching his foot for almost ten minutes now, and I did not want him to think
of me as a pervert. So I stopped.
He smiled and I almost melted.
Next he asked me if I could recommend any special oil to use. I told him
that I have been using almond oil, and I also use a non-scented lotion to which
I add peppermint oil. He asked me where did I buy it, and I told him that
I order it online. By now the plane is descending and ready to make the
final approach to Honolulu International.
We handed our empty juice containers to the flight attendant, and he commented, "Are
we having a little massage studio here?" Cole laughed and said, "this
guys is really good”
I have to admit I was scared, embarrassed and yet at the same time, it was exciting. I
touched a foot! I touched a foot! I was in seventh heaven.
I didn’t expect anything more to happen. Cole stretched out and,
legs straight, told me that his foot really felt good. So, I asked him, "How
often do you come to Kauai?” Every week was his answer. His
company rents a house that they use for the week. He reached into his pocket
and pulled out paper and gave me his cell phone number and asked me what I did
Monday nights. Nothing really I told him, and then he said, “I buy
the beer?” I laughed and told him, “I will do the foot thing.” He
said All Right! Then he said “Wait till I tell my work mate!”
I bet he will be into this too. I asked him not to tell everybody, for
I didn’t have enough oil. Cole seemed like a 3 year old … the
smile on his face. He told me he couldn’t wait till I did the oil. “Seriously,
my work mate would love this.” Okay okay, I told him laughingly. Next
Monday it is. Where do you guys stay when you’re here? He told
me right in town and he gave me the address.
Well by this time we have landed and were heading to the terminal. Before
I have even gotten in to Honolulu, FEET! I guess I am not too old for this
after all. The day is still young; Cole was behind me as I walked
out to baggage claim. I told him to have a good weekend and that I would
see him Monday. “How is seven?”
“ Nah, come six. You‘re going to be tired after doing four feet.”
That’s what he thinks.
Well that was Thursday, daytime. Gimme a chance to recuperate, and I will tell
you about the later shenanigans. And as for Monday … I will
definitely tell you what happens!
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