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Yes, I have decided it will be easier to keep up with them by simply calling them Thing One, Thing Two, Thing Three and so on…..But I digress.
Thing Two , quite the foot-slave and pantyhose worshipper was on my mind and I wondered what he would think of the light tan lines. Would that be a turn on or turn off. It could go either way but considering they were so light I figured no one would care any way, but he might since he does notice every detail. I personally do not care what he thinks of my feet, if he does not get on the ball I will wear tennis shoes when I go to visit him instead of silky suntanned pantyhose with a reinforced toe! That is another story altogether however!
As I looked at my feet and he seeped into my consciousness, I imagined them finished, my toenails dry and him rubbing tanning oil all over them, something scented like the islands. His fingers between each toe rubbing, kneading and glazing my pretty feet in the thick oil.
I made him stop and kneel at my feet, me on a lounger in the tropical day dream sunshine looking down at my pretty feet, tanned skin and admiring the way the toenail polish glinted in the sun. If I was admiring it, you know he was weak and salivating.
The next thing you know I had ordered him to strip naked on the secluded beach and fetch me a book. I wondered briefly if he would burn but dismissed the thought as quickly as it came realising if he was that careless knowing where we were he would suffer happily for the honor of having been allowed to serve me.
I lay back and began reading my book when it got to a steamy part I could not help but notice him there, kneeling , a huge hard on and the sun beating down on his naked body. Pity flooded me but his long hard cock tempted me. I told him to lay parallel the reclined lounge chair, sunny-side up. His cock enticed me. It’s sheer size making it desirable but then as I saw him lying there with the scratchy sand all over his back. I remembered why that cock was useless to me. It was attached to him. You know what I mean, kinda like when you are little and you see a toy on television and want it really bad, get it, but once you have it home it does not perform as promised on the television? Same thing here, but still that cock looked good and I wanted to touch it.
Instead of moving, since I was having such a nice time basking in the sun I slid my food off the side of the chair and onto his hard dick, and let it slide back and fourth on it’s veiny length. I liked the way it felt under my foot as it slid back and fourth. It made my pussy wet to think it was longer than my size eight. I could feel every shudder and spasm as I worked his cock with my bare oiled foot.
I jerked his cock more vigorously, masturbating him with my foot faster and faster, putting more and more pressure even using my toes on it until he was reduced to a weak, helpless pile of desire begging to orgasm. I almost allowed him to shoot his pearly load allover my oiled feet but then was reminded by a twinge in my abdomen how wet my pussy was and pulled my foot up and off his cock and back on the the white lounge chair.
Once again making them a work of art framed in white shimmering in the sun for him to contemplate and desire.
