Summer means sundresses, sandals and sundaes.

Summer means fireworks, flip-flops and fireflies. But most importantly to me, summer means bare feet. When else can you slide out of your shoes and go padding around without raising an eyebrow? I love being barefoot, having soft grass or warm sand beneath my feet — or even the sun-warmed boards of my backyard deck. There’s something insanely sensual, extremely sexual, to me about having my feet exposed. I also love looking at other people’s bare feet, especially women. Fortunately for me, my girlfriend indulges my fetish. If at first she was a bit coy — settling for peep-toe sandals or espadrilles — over the years, she’s become more adventurous with her footwear — or lack thereof.

That’s because she knows what her bare feet do to me.

On Sunday, we had cleared our calendar. We didn’t have to go anywhere, and nobody was coming to our place. I started the day barefoot and planned to end it the same way. Sasha met me in the kitchen. I was pouring my first cup of coffee. She sidled up behind me and slid one of her bare feet between mine. I looked down, saw the sparkly polish on her toenails and grinned.

What a day we were going to have! Her feet. My feet. And all that went with them.

We started out on the deck. Sasha let me put lotion on her feet. I took my time. I gave her a full foot massage, rubbing her soles, the arches and her delicate ankles. I indulged myself in touching and fondling, pampering and playing with every part of her right foot and then her left. She sighed with pleasure as I worked my magic. I closed my eyes as I caressed her. Simply touching her feet was enough to make my cock hard, but I didn’t want to rush. We had all day. I needed to make this encounter last.

Only when her feet had gotten the full service did we move on to the next part of our agenda. This was the portion I’d been dreaming of all week. I stripped, and Sasha returned the favor — except instead of massaging my feet, she used her feet to massage me. I lay on my stomach on a towel as Sasha gently walked up and down my back, keeping one foot on either side of my spine.

I whispered encouragement under my breath. My girlfriend is slim and petite, and her weight doesn’t hurt me at all. But her feet — her glorious feet — know all of my desires. She dug into my muscles with her toes. She did what felt like a little dance on the cheeks of my ass.

When I was fairly lightheaded with pleasure, she walked off of my body and had me roll onto my back. Now, the going got good. Sasha is flexible from hours of yoga every week. She was able to sit in the crook of my legs and grip my dick between the soles of her feet. For a moment, she held herself entirely still. My dick pulsed impatiently. I had to bite my lip so as not to cry out. This was bliss, plain and simple, and in a second, she raised the bar, giving me a foot job. I almost lost my cool from the first stroke.

Sasha added plenty of the lotion to the ride, and she worked her limber legs with the graceful finesse I’ve grown to appreciate over the years. My cock was embraced between her stroking feet, which exerted the perfect amount of pressure. I held my breath at one point, when she used her toes to tap my balls. But then she was back at my shaft as I hummed with effervescent ecstasy.

I told her when I was going to come, and she sped up her motions. Soon I was shooting ropes of semen all over her tempting tootsies. The sight had me half-hard again in a heartbeat. Her feet coated with my cream were my undoing.

Sasha gave me an impish smile as she patted her feet dry with a towel. Then she slid on a pair of flip-flops and a sundress, and I put on a T-shirt and shorts. We were going to the beach, where I could watch her walk barefoot in the sand and think about how we would engage in footsie once more when we came home.

For me and Sasha, summer is more than sunshine and sunbathing, sandcastles and surfing. Summer is all about the soles.

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