by Tigg
Fate? Luck? Good Fortune? What exactly does one call it when they have a “Star” experience and get to live out a secret fantasy? Well, only secret to the recipient, that is.
I got stuck in L.A.X. for a couple hours because of a “change of equipment”. Translation: “Broken Plane”. Just my luck, Machine Gun Kelly was arriving with his entourage. Yay me, lots of loud talking and whatever they can do to draw attention to themselves, that will not be annoying.
Oh even better, they decided to nest a couple seats down from me. If you know me, I wander away from crowds; I don’t like packed arena’s, airports, despise elevators because of the cramped quarters. To be fair, I was surrounded, by like 50 empty seats, but of course, sit down a couple seats from me.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as they fumbled with their things. Kelly, (as I can now call him.. or Kell) took up the two seats next to me, folding down the armrests and stretched out, propping his sandaled feet on the chairs arm to my right. The soles of his tilted sandals about 18 inches from my face. “Rude,” I thought at first, and then I got an idea.
I waited, yea they were all loud at first, and then I heard they had a three hour wait. Soon after things quieted down. “Let’s get some rest now before we land in Cobo.” They all seem to nestle in the places they were sitting or lying in. I had the fortunate place of being 18 inches from Machine Gun Kelly’s sandaled feet for at least an hour and a half.
I listened, waited until I heard Kelly softly snore. Show time. I laid back, as if I was stretching. My fingers reaching towards the bottom of Kelly’s flips. I stretch out farther; feel the rubber in my fingertips. I yawn and lift my arms, Both of Kelly’s sandals fall off his feet without a hitch. I wait. He doesn’t stir. I look around at his crew; no one seems to be awake to notice. I am too excited to go any farther. I wait.
I slowly sit up and turn. I can’t believe I am staring at Machine Gun Kelly’s soles and toes. It’s crazy. I am not interested that 30% of his body weight is ink from his tats. Could not care less, but his feet, damn. I had to take the chance. At least knowing he is a celeb of sorts and we are in a public place with security cameras. That helped to make me feel a little safer about doing what I am about to do.
I look around the floor once again at his crew, no signs of being awake. I slowly lean in with my nose pressed softly against Kelly’s first and second toe. I take a deep inhale. Just for fun, I flick my tongue against Kelly’s big toe. Nothing at first then a swift twitch. I pull back.
I move in once again. Same as before, this time not flicking my tongue, but licking with my tongue. Kelly’s big toe actually follows my tongue as if to ask “Don’t leave, I’m enjoying it”
As I start to pull away, my face cheeks are vice gripped by Kelly’s feet. I freeze and watch. Kelly’s eyes open he puts his finger to his lips as if to say “SHHHHHHHHH.” Believe me I do, knowing I was caught. He whispers “Keep doing what you’re doing, I really need this.” He lays his head back down on the seat behind him, closing his eyes.
I begin to lick with more purpose, up and down,… between his toes. I watch and listen to Kelly writhe and moan in pleasure as I do my best to his feet. I lick his soles, suckle each toe one by one, then start over. It’s a cycle that has Kelly has no control over as he reaches for his crotch. I see it, he is hard. OK then, let’s bring this boy home. I don’t know why I just said that, forgive me.
Kelly has reached inside his jeans, I can’t see his dick, doesn’t mater, I have his feet, that’s where I want to be. I continue with my thorough tongue bath, Kelly is gyrating, stroking away. Every now and then a muffled laugh, my tongue tickles his toes no doubt. It drives me forward.
I begin to crunch my teeth against his left heel while fluttering my left hands fingertips against his right arch. Kelly lets out a loud Yelp. He slaps his mouth shut with his left hand. His eyes glaring at me. I nod as if to say “Sorry” He nods back. I continue with Kelly’s foot worship.
I sense he is close, all of a sudden, Kelly’s toes flex tight and I hear a distinct muffled grunt/groan on his part. I pull back and watch it play out. Kelly’s eyes are still closed though a wonderful smile is across his face, Soon a wet spot appears in his jeans. His smile never leaves.
He start’s to pant, the first sign he had been sexually pleasured through his feet. I take a long slow lick up his left arch to his toes, then nibble the tips for a few seconds. I’m greeted by a grin and a request. First, where did I learn to do that and would I be available at his dime. Hmmmmmm
Kelly sat up, brushed off the last 45 minutes. He handed me his personal business card. He said “Call me” he leaned in and kissed my cheek. Our eyes locked for a few moments. I can see he meant it.
Wow? Right?
Tigg
