Footjob

"Well, you're pretty good with your feet. Maybe you can continue with that?"

"Oh, I'm up for that. Let's go find an empty class," Isabelle nods.

You stand up from the dinner table, grabbing Isabelle's hand and guiding her quickly to the classrooms. Most of them have been locked off, but you find one that's accidentally been left open and quickly head in. You press the chair under the door handle, which doesn't work until you prop it up with a book, but finally you've barricaded the door from any would-be-interrupters.

"So, you have a weird thing for feet, huh?" Isabelle asks.

"It's not weird," you say.

"You can taste them if you want," Isabelle says. "If that's your thing. I'm not exactly sure what goes into a foot fetish."

You nod, getting down on your knees. You gently grab her ankles, lifting them up in front of your nose and taking a long whiff as you smell her slightly sweaty feet. You gently press her toes against your lips, kissing them gently. Her skin is soft and warm. You gently run your tongue down her foot, tasting her feet with a slight salty taste as she giggles like a school-gi... well, like she should.

"Oh, that tickles!" she shrieks between giggles.

"Do you want me to stop?" you ask.

"No, you can keep going."

You gently pop her toes in your mouth, beginning to suck of her toes as you run your tongue between them as she continues laughing. You take as much of her foot as you can into your mouth, sucking on it gently, before kissing the soles of her feet.

"Alright, come on and take a seat," Isabelle says, sitting up on one of the desks and dragging a seat in front of it with her feet.

You pull out your hardening cock, taking a seat in front of her. She gently pushes her shoes off, raising her soft, warm feet and gently placing them on your lap. She gently begins to rub her feet against your dick, creating a soft, sweaty seal around your dick. She begins to jerk you off slowly with her feet, rubbing up and down as you groan in relief.

"Do you like that?" she asks. "I'm not really sure how to do this, I'm just guessing."

"I thought you were pretty slut... I mean yeah, you're doing it well."

"Asshole," she says, gently kicking your dick as it bounces it response to her contact. "I've never given a footjob, because most guys aren't weird foot fuckers."

"Just keep going. Please?"

Isabelle sighs and continues to jerk you off with her feet, slowly speeding up her pace. Eventually, you feel the urge to cum overcoming you, and finally as she gives you one last jerk it spurts out, firing all over her feet and ankles as it covers her. You gasp, collapsing back into your seat.

"Ew... cum's grosser when it's on your feet," she says, gently wiping your semen off onto the table.

"Thanks, Isabelle," you say.

"Thanks for dinner," she replies. "Well, I'm going to head."

"Yeah, cool," you nod. "Bye."

You quickly head out into the hallway, quickly heading off.