Foot fetish, phone sex.  It was on a sunny hot day that I offered the mailman some snacks and a refreshing, cold lemonade which he couldn’t refuse. He came inside and got comfortable on the couch as I served him in my 1950s halter-a-line floral swing dress. I sat closely next to him as I “accidentally” spilled some Lemonade, all over my feet. 

“Oops, I’m so clumsy.” He didn’t hesitate to lift my feet closer to his lap. His soft hands dapping my feet with a napkin. He suddenly stopped.

To stare at them. 

I knew that if I “accidentally” put something too sweet on them he wouldn’t be able to resist licking it off my feet. I mean they are just too cute and petite, who wouldn’t want too?

Slowly turning to me. He asked if he could worship my beautiful small white feet.  I acted surprised but agreed with excitement. 

 He began to massage my feet and rub the lemonade all over them. Before he bent down and brought his lips to the tip of my toes.  Drawing them in sucking them licking them and caressing them all around his tongue. I lay there my legs spread open playing with myself, feeling him take his time.