Sarah’s Convincing Feet

“So what you’re telling me is that you want to be my girlfriend, even though we just met.”

Tim stared at the new member of what was becoming a growing number of women who were okay sharing him with each other. He leaned forward, ensuring that she had a good view of his cleavage. No sense hiding it, after all.

“I mean, if you’ll have me,” she said, “I’ll be more than that. Just like I said before you brought me here, I’m in. Lover, girlfriend, that’s me. Or whatever you want. Just let me know.”

She was a stunning specimen of beauty. A young black woman, lithe, fit, and energetic. Her brown eyes were not dull and worn down, but full of excitement and curiosity. Her close cropped hair framed a cute face with thick, kissable lips. From the moment she came along, Tim wanted her.

But was it right to change so much about a person just so that he could have another conquest? Vanessa and Nancy seemed to think so, both having reminded him of what they thought before they left him alone with Sarah in the kitchen. But the poor woman was gay and married! How was that okay?

Then he felt a bare foot start to slide up his smooth, hairless leg.

“Oh! Sweetie!” Tim’s flirtatious nature came to the surface, “You’re going to make me all hot and bothered!”

“I hope so,” Sarah said in a quiet, almost growly voice, “I’m not exactly sure what a man would want, but I thought I’d start with something like this.”

The foot that had been rubbing his shin slid up and under his skirt, landing in the front of his panties, gripping his penis between its toes.

Of course, despite having just having sex with Vanessa, he began to grow hard.

“Oh my!” Sarah said, “So that’s what that’s like!”

Tim giggled flirtatiously and pushed himself forward so she could better reach him. Thoughts about the right and wrong of their situation vanished. Her foot told him what he wanted, and he always went for what he wanted.

“There is one little thing, though,” Sarah said as her foot rubbed up and down.

“Mmmm hmmmm,” Tim said, enjoying himself.

“My wife,” she continued, sliding her other foot up to join the first, “I’m going to miss her, and she’s going to miss me. Could you, maybe, see if you can get her to be your girlfriend too?”

Tim was only half listening, but he didn’t care. He’d never had a foot job before, and Sarah, despite being new to pleasing a man, had a talent. Very soon he was going to have to change his skirt, again.

“Yesssss….” He said, half agreeing to whatever it was that she was asking, half wanting her to continue.

“Oh thank you so much!” Sarah said, her feet bringing Tim closer and closer to release, “once we’re done here, I’ll ask her to come by. I won’t tell her why, since I think you could explain it better than me, anyway.”

By now Tim had completely tuned her out. His skirt was bunched up at the waist, her feet running up and down, using the smoothness of his panties against her soles and the slickness of his precum between her toes to avoid chafing. There was no more talking As she concentrated on being Tim’s lover, and Tim concentrated on being loved.

And then he came. His panties filled with cum, spilling out over Sarah’s feet, splashing onto his skirt. Tim wondered if all men his age could produce sperm in the volumes he was, or if it was a side effect of the magic he’d been encountering.

Allowing himself to enjoy the post-orgasm bliss, Tim leaned back against the wooden kitchen chair. Yes, he wanted Sarah, so he was going to keep her. He would have to be careful, now that he had four girlfriends, to not lose track of his scholastic goals. He would have to lay down the law if they started taking too much of his time.

The whooshing sound of a text message caused him to open his eyes. Sarah, her feet still gripping his slowly deflating penis, still covered in his spunk, was putting her phone down on the table.

“Thank-you,” she said, a genuinely warm smile on her face.

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?” Tim asked.

“You’re sweet,” she said in response, “but I promise I’ll be grateful,” she squeezed his cock gently, “very grateful.”

Tim had no idea what she was on about, but he didn’t care. If she was grateful that she was allowed to give him a foot job, then have at it! What he did care about was that he had just soiled his last skirt. In a few minutes he would have to clean himself up (again!), and do some laundry, which would only leave him one thing left to wear while he waited for his clothes to get clean.

Which would be fine, in fact it would be a little exciting to show off, as long as they didn’t have company.