Noelia, Her Heels, and Her Perfect Feet

After discovering the jewel my little sister-in-law was hiding when it came to fetishes, I wasted no time moving heaven and earth to get together with her again. Barely a week after breaking up with my girlfriend, one of my conversations with Noelia went something like this.

—When I see you, I’m going to eat your feet until I rub the polish off —I wrote.

—Uffff… —she replied.

—Would you like me to come on them?

—Very much. Shut up or I’m going to have to touch myself.

—That’s exactly what I’d like, for you to touch yourself while I suck them.

—You’re an asshole. Stop getting me worked up, I have to study. Send me a photo, go on, you dare first.

The image arrived seconds later. They were a perfect size thirty-nine, brown skin, straight, neat toes, well-proportioned nails, a nice arch to the sole. An absolute marvel, with a little gold anklet on the right ankle and much better cared for than the first time I’d had them in my mouth.

Sandra finished her exams at the end of September. That same day I fucked her thoroughly, managed to get it in from behind a little, and two days later I told her we had to end it. She didn’t seem surprised, just saddened. She confessed that if I hadn’t taken the step, she would have.

As reasons, she argued that she was moving back to Granada and my exhibitionism. She didn’t fancy a boyfriend who strutted around naked in front of her mother, her sister, and her friends. A shame, because her mother was one of the best admirers I’ve ever had.

The thing is, Sandra was leaving on Thursday, and by Saturday I already had my train ticket to Valencia and another one bought for Noelia. I prepared my little camera to record what was going to be the biggest sex festival with a girl more than ten years younger than me and with practically perfect feet. It’s my favorite material.

I told her that in Valencia we were going to look for some killer high-heeled sandals, that she should bring the most outrageous outfits she had, because I wanted to show her off in the street before going back to the hotel and fucking her desperately.

—Lu, you’re such an asshole… I’ve been horny all week, nonstop rubbing myself thinking about the weekend.

—Then don’t touch yourself too much, because that little pussy belongs to my mouth.

—I can’t take it anymore. Why are you doing this to me?

—Patience, baby. We’ll see each other on Friday.

—Look, I can’t stand you anymore. I’m going to masturbate. Bye.

And she went an hour without answering my messages.

***

On Friday, when I arrived at the station, I was already very turned on. I wasn’t fully hard, but I was close. I was wearing thin tracksuit pants and a tight T-shirt, so I looked like a stripper incognito. Two women around sixty, seated opposite me in the carriage, couldn’t stop staring, whispering, and laughing at the bulge that stood out inexorably.

I pretended not to hear them with my headphones on, but when I turned the volume down I caught a few stray words. “The world is so unfair,” one said with a giggle. “I got cheated,” the other replied. That was the final blow. My erection rose all the way, and with boxer shorts made of such thin fabric, there was nothing to hold it back.

Since my suitcase and jacket were in the overhead rack, I had no choice but to put my package right at face level when I stood up. I took the jacket down first and the two of them were a bit scandalized.

—Sorry, ladies, sometimes a man can’t control the little soldier.

—No worries, son —one of them laughed—. But make sure the conductor doesn’t see you, he’ll think you’ve stolen something.

They both burst out laughing.

—Come on, be a good boy and bring my suitcase down for me; you’re strong —said the other one.

—At your service, if you’d like to feel it for the shame you’re making me go through.

One of them, far from being shy, rested her hand on my shaft while I slowly lowered her luggage.

—Feel this, Eugenia —she said to her friend, dying of laughter—. I swear I’ve never touched anything like this in my life. It feels fake.

—Leave it, leave it, for God’s sake, you’re pawing the boy like a bargain melon.

—Don’t hold back, ma’am —I insisted.

And this Eugenia took her friend’s hand and placed it on my cock. They both exploded into laughter and I finished lowering their suitcases. I said goodbye to those two salty grandmothers and got ready to wait for Noelia’s train, which was half an hour later.

***

The groping had left me stiff as a sailboat mast. I sat down, tried to think of something else, but I couldn’t. The idea of licking Noelia’s feet and having her like it kept my erection alive. I drank half a bottle of water in one gulp and ate a mint candy to keep my breath fresh.

When I saw her train coming in, my heart sped up. I could feel my pulse in my temple. I was flooded with a totally unhinged teenage craving. I leaned over the escalator coming up from the platforms and looked for a chestnut-brown mane coming alone. It took me less than fifteen seconds to find it, and I wasn’t the only one staring: every guy who passed beside her looked her up and down.

I squeezed my cock violently and my mouth went dry. It was a savage sight. She was wearing a black tank top that let you guess the sway of her tits, with no bra. A long skirt with a side zipper that almost reached her waist, open wide, of course. And the black heels that had already driven me crazy at our first meeting: two strappy sandals, one over the instep and the other around the ankle.

Two men beside me, around their mid-thirties, noticed her right away.

—Mate, have you seen that one? —one said.

—Jesus Christ, introduce me to her gynecologist —the other replied, laughing.

When Noelia finally saw me, she smiled. The two men realized she was looking at me.

—Boss, tell me where they make a girl like that —one of them blurted out.

—In Granada —I answered, and moved toward the exit.

As soon as I had her in my hands, I devoured her mouth hungrily, holding her by the waist and grinding my bulge into her.

—Ooh la la, are you already like that? —she said, looking at my crotch slyly.

—Didn’t your mother say anything when she saw you leave like this?

—Not a thing. I put on the heels and the skirt in the train bathroom. If my mother saw me dressed like this, she’d have a fit.

—It’s already doing it to me —I said, looking at her feet—. Those heels must be exhausting.

—I won’t lie, a little, yes.

—Then I’ll have to give you a massage. And the best massages are given with saliva, baby.

—Uffff… Do me a favor, I’m coming in hot. I’ve spent the whole week rubbing myself on every corner.

***

We got into a taxi whose driver seemed incapable of looking at the road without sneaking glances at Noelia’s cleavage. I motioned for her to bring her feet closer, slipped one sandal off, and licked the side from heel to big toe. So soft and warm that for a moment I felt like my head was separating from my body. She bit her hand and shook her head while her nipples hardened.

We’d barely checked into the hotel and stepped into the elevator when I lunged at her, freed her tits, and started sucking them.

—Aaaah… So eager —she panted.

When the elevator stopped, I yanked her T-shirt down in one motion. We didn’t run into anyone in the hallway. Inside the room I dropped the things on the floor and threw myself on her again. I hadn’t felt that extreme a heat since adolescence, when I’d masturbated six or seven times a day and a skirt with heels was enough to get me hard.

I laid her on the bed, took off my shirt, and kept licking her tits while she grabbed my hair and writhed. Then I slid down to her feet, took off the sandal, and started licking slowly from heel to toes. They tasted a little like new leather. With my other hand I pulled out my cock, hard as stone, and she rubbed it clumsily with her other foot.

I guided her left foot against my erection while I delighted in sucking the toes of her right. She looked at me with her mouth open and her brow furrowed, enjoying the show. I didn’t even notice when she slipped a hand inside her thong to masturbate herself.

As soon as I put her little toes in my mouth she had her first orgasm, that very characteristic one of hers, long and half-muted, with her face contorted in pleasure and her eyes closed. I bit her heel, went back to licking the sole, and in ten seconds she was rubbing herself again like an angry little monkey. I sucked each toe one by one while I masturbated violently until she had the second orgasm.

Then I grabbed both feet and came between them. I was so loaded that the first jet hit her face and tits, the second her stomach, and the last landed directly on her cunt.

—Jesus Christ, Lu… You’ve watered me —she said, laughing.

—Fuck, a lot.

—Bring me some paper, will you? You’ve made a mess of me.

We used up half a roll cleaning up the mess.

***

I told her I needed to recharge a bit and eat something, and I suggested a walk to a shoe store to buy her new heels. She changed into a tight green T-shirt, also braless, and some very short shorts. What long, brown legs. Anyone seeing us walking hand in hand down the street would have thought we were two models.

We visited a couple of shops before going into one that looked expensive but had good stuff. Heels of every kind. A young salesgirl came over to us.

—Hi, can I help you?

—Yes. I’m looking for some heels for this monument so that when she puts them on, I feel like taking them off and licking her feet.

The girl looked surprised, but not too much. It probably wasn’t unusual to run into fetishists, I guess it was unusual to meet one who said it so bluntly. Noelia hid her face in embarrassment.

—Marcos, come here, I think this gentleman is one of yours —the girl called toward the register.

A man around forty, with a stubbly beard and short, slightly graying hair, came over while the girl walked off with a little smile. I spoke to him in a low voice.

—I’m looking for some high-heeled sandals that, when the monument with me puts them on, make me want to take them off and eat her feet. She loves having them touched, as long as you do it gently. Bring out three pairs and help her try them on. You’re one of mine, I know you’re going to enjoy this.

Marcos looked at me without saying anything, glanced for a couple of seconds at Noelia’s legs and feet.

—Yes, they’re certainly beautiful —he said at last—. I’ll go get them.

I went back to Noelia, who was looking at me curiously.

—What were you whispering to him? I hope you didn’t tell him the same thing you told the other one, I’d die of embarrassment.

—Just to bring out the prettiest heels he has for you.

I caressed her ass as I said it.

—Later your feet are going to hurt and I’ll have to give you a massage. And you know the best ones come with saliva.

—Oh, shut up, for God’s sake, my pussy’s throbbing since I got off the train.

Marcos brought three boxes. He took off her shoes and put on each pair with a delicacy that clashed with his rough appearance, touching her feet subtly while I bit my lip. The last pair, with thick beige heels and a transparent strap over the toes, was what got me hottest. I bought those and a red pair she loved. She kept the beige ones on, and as I paid, I winked at Marcos. He smiled faintly.

***

On the way to a jewelry store, where I wanted to buy her an anklet, Noelia fell silent, lost in thought.

—Hey, didn’t the salesman strike you as odd? He touched my feet with such delicacy… as if he were cradling a child. Every time he put a shoe on me I felt a tingling. I liked it.

—Oh, really? Then I’ve got something to think about when I put the new anklet on you.

I grabbed her ass and devoured her mouth slowly, pressing myself against her.

—Jesus, are you already like that again?

—You have no idea how much I was fantasizing in the shop.

—Uf… I’ve got on my new thong, don’t make me soak it yet.

At the first jewelry store I bought a gold-plated anklet. We sat on the terrace of a café and I put it on her while I stroked her left foot. I didn’t stop groping her leg.

—With this anklet your feet are even more appetizing. Are the heels tiring you out?

—A little.

—Then time for a massage.

I massaged her foot firmly and, at the first chance when nobody was looking, I bent down and gave her sole and toes a lick. They tasted like a brand-new shoe.

—You really are an asshole —she whispered.

—I already told you, the best massages come with saliva.

Her nipples had been peeking through the Lycra for a while. My erection was fully on display.

—Stop getting me worked up and take me back to the hotel to fuck me, because I can’t take it anymore.

—One thing first.

I took her by the hand and we went down to the café bathrooms in the basement. I made sure nobody was there and pushed her into a stall. I lifted her shirt, sucked her tits, and freed my cock, which sprang side to side like a metronome. She grabbed it quickly and jerked me off awkwardly while I gently bit her nipples.

—Put it in me already, please.

I turned her around, pulled her shorts down, and slid it all the way in. She was soaking wet. I covered her mouth to muffle her moans. In less than a minute she had one of her laconic orgasms. I kept pounding her, pulling her hair, staring at her little ass and her feet on those new heels. It drove me insane. As soon as she came a second time, I started emptying myself inside her, jet after jet, driving all the way in with each one.

Then we heard the door open and someone come into the stall next door. We waited motionless while Noelia wiped away the semen that kept oozing out with tissue. It was obvious whoever it was had seen the two pairs of feet pointed toward the wall, with the pants around the ankles. As soon as they left, I slipped out quickly and ran into two girls who were about to go in.

—Oops, wrong door —I said, and moved around them.

***

On the way back to the hotel I searched for a sex shop on the map. I wanted something I had become half obsessed with. A girl with half her head shaved and a ring in her lip served us.

—I’m looking for a flavored polish for her —I said.

She looked at Noelia, looked at her sandals, looked at me.

—For toenails, I assume.

—Exactly.

She rummaged in a drawer and offered me two flavors I hadn’t expected. I asked if she had more and she said no, almost nobody asked for them. A shame. I took both.

As soon as we got to the hotel I painted each foot a different flavor and had a feast on them. Before I penetrated her, she had four orgasms just from the time I spent licking and sucking them. I had to make titanic efforts not to come five minutes in from the heat I was carrying.

That weekend I hardly slept at all. I would wake up in the middle of the night hard as a rock, lick her feet while she slept, and when I was stiff as stone I’d put it in and fuck her in every position. In Valencia we barely saw anything beyond that Friday walk, because on Saturday we spent the day locked in the hotel fucking like rabbits. When we said goodbye on Sunday, my cock was raw and her cunt hurt from the savage pounding we’d given each other. I never thought you could get sore down there, but it turns out you can.

I filmed a couple of videos with my little camera in which you can see me losing myself between her perfect feet while she masturbates, admiring the way I lick them. What a weekend.