5 comments/ 11187 views/ 6 favorites Visiting Joanna's Feet Ch. 01 By: Vincey "Finally back to civilisation," I said to myself as I stepped out of the train, slinging my large duffel over my shoulder. For the past six months, I had been stuck in the Australian outback, with another year to go as part of my Engineering degree. As soon as I had finally been able to get a long weekend off work and uni, I had immediately notified a couple of friends and booked the seven-hour train ticket to Perth. Away from the red dirt and arid heat, I was determined to make the most of these four days. A road trip had already been organised, where we would be heading to Lancelin the next day for a blissful weekend of sandboarding, surfing and quad biking. I made my way through the bustling crowd and finally caught sight of Joanna. I waved a hand to get her attention and she beamed back a huge smile. Standing at a hair over 5'7", Joanna was your typical Australian beach girl. Her long dirty-blonde hair flowed freely, the loose curls bouncing slightly as she made her way towards me. The workout clothes she wore, a pink tank top and black spandex shorts hugged her tanned athletic body. Her long toned legs strode gracefully and on her feet were a pair of simple pink thongs. "Hey Jo! Miss me?" I said playfully, extending my arms towards her. "You wish!" She quipped back as she returned the hug and kissed me on the cheek. Joanna and I had known each other since our first day of uni where we had found ourselves living in neighbouring rooms. We had immediately hit it off with one another and had developed a close friendship during the two years we had been housemates. Although there was a certain level of attraction between us, our relationship had never become intimate, except for that one drunken night which neither of us could remember the exact details. Meeting her again felt like I had never left. I scooted into the passenger seat of her little red Fiesta and noticed her trainers lying in the footwell, a damp sock shoved into each shoe. The afternoon sun had heated the car and the smell of her worn shoes mixed deliciously with her floral perfume. "Been on a run?" I asked. "Did eight Ks today. My feet are killing me." She replied. My gaze instinctively focused on her feet. She had kicked off her flip flops and my eyes fixed on her size eights as she slowly depressed the clutch pedal with her left foot and feathered the accelerator with her right. Her unpainted toes spread slightly as the ball of her foot pressed against the throttle. As she shifted up, her toned calves tensed and pushed the clutch once again, revealing the highest arch I have seen to this date. She had beautiful feet and I had spent countless hours admiring and yearning upon them. Sadly, Joanna's dislike of feet was as strong as my fetish was for hers. Although her feet were constantly on display and she loved shoe shopping, Joanna hated having her feet touched and formed part of that population who viewed feet as 'gross'. I had previously tried to broach the subject with her but had always been met with a curt rebuke. As we drove along, catching up on the past months, my eyes kept being drawn by her busy feet and I wondered how I could get another shot at them. We grabbed a quick bite on the way home and by the time we had showered and settled, the summer sun had already set. Joanna lay on her bed, her head propped up with a large pillow as she highlighted through a section of her chemistry textbook. Her left foot was bent at the knees while the other was outstretched along the outer edge of the mattress. She had changed into a black tank top, which moulded her ample breasts, at the peaks of which her perky nipples poked through the fabric. Her spandex shorts were now replaced by a pair of pink Elmo satin boxer shorts. The flashing lightbulb moment occurred as I stumbled onto her cosmetic basket while poking through her shelves. Tucked amidst the multitude of perfumes and hair curlers was a small clear vinyl bag containing a dozen different nail polish bottles. I stealthily unzipped the bag and fished out a vial of fluorescent pink polish. 'These would look great on her,' I thought to myself as I unscrewed the brush top, the pungent smell of acetate rising to sting my nostrils. Steeling myself, I slowly moved to her outstretched foot and delicately swiped the brush down the centre of her big toenail. Feeling the touch on the foot, Joanna jumped up. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice surprised and slightly annoyed as she pulled back her foot. "Painting your toes," I replied, trying to sound as casual as I could even though my heart was racing. "Why?" She whispered in an irritated tone. "Bored..." "That's gross, why would you..." She wasn't letting it go. "Shh...concentrating" I interrupted, making sure to keep my gaze fixed on her toes as I brushed her toenail once more. I reached out my left hand and held her foot, my thumb squeezing her arch as I pulled it towards me. "Don't move too much. It'll smudge." To my surprise, Joanna relented this time, although her face clearly showed a level of annoyance with the ordeal. To me though, I had climbed Everest. Here I was, painting the toes of the most beautiful feet while holding onto this deliciously curved arch. My left thumb slowly moved along her inseam, feeling her soft creamy insteps as I adjusted my grip to point her toes down towards me. I shifted my body to kneel at the foot of the bed, simultaneously trying to get the bulge in my pants into a more comfortable position. I leaned forward to rest my chin on the mattress, inches from her sole. The view was breathtaking. My eyes savoured every inch of her foot, from her slightly curved toes, to the patches on the pads, sides and heel where the skin was slightly rougher. With arches this high, it was no wonder her insteps were this soft as they had probably never touched the floor. I re focused my attention and slowly but surely each toenail gained a pink hue. As I finished doing her pinky toe, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Aside from a few blotches on a couple of cuticles, I hadn't done that bad of a job. "That colour looks good on you," I complimented her as I blew on her toes. I looked up to see that Joanna had put the book down and was intently staring at me, her brow slightly creased. "Thanks..." she replied in a slightly confused tone. "Right...other foot! Let's do this!" I said cheerfully. I reached for her right foot, which was hidden under the cover, but Joanna outstretched it next to the left one before I could grab hold of it. Repeating the same steps, the right foot didn't take as long and soon her toes were uniformly painted. "Happy?" She asked. "Very!" I said cheerfully. "Now on to the second and third coat!" Joanna started to protest but my eyes showed that I wasn't kidding around and was determined to get it done. She shook her head and slumped her head into the pillow. I lightly pressed a finger to her big toenail to check whether the polish had dried and in a moment of pure instinct, I leant over, stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of my tongue across her nail. Joanna jerked her feet, hitting my face in the process. "Oi! What was that?! Did you just lick my toe?" She yelled, her face incredulous. "Hey, that hurt!" I rubbed the spot on my chin where she had hit me. "Good! You deserved that! That's was gross!" She replied, although this time with a little less conviction and an edge of guilt trailing her voice. "That's how you check if it's dry! I read it in one of your Cosmos!" That part was true but I doubted she would go for it. "You just had a shower anyway, your feet are clean..." I followed. To illustrate my point, I grabbed her foot, stuck my nose between her big and second toe and inhaled deeply. The smell of her feet mixed with the nail polish was heavenly. "See, nothing! They're perfectly clean." I assured her. Before she had the time to retort, I had already begun on the second coat. I was starting to get the hang of it and finished in record time. As I once again blowed on her toes, I decided to go for it once again. This time, I held her feet more firmly, my left hand securing her heel and my right holding the top of her foot. Joanna sensed what I was about to do and tensed slightly but didn't move. Instead of going for the big toe, I slowly ran the tip of my tongue across all five toes. At the absence of any backlash, I proceeded straight onto the third coat without looking up towards her. The ball was rolling and I had to keep the momentum going... The third coat done, and boldened by Joanna's last reaction (or lack thereof), I decided to go all in. I started by licking the tops of her toes and this time wrapped my lips around them, engulfing her three middle toes into my mouth. Joanna let out a slight squeak and tensed up as I felt her toes wriggle slightly in my mouth. I swished my tongue in between her toes, flicking into the crevices to taste her sweet feet. Joanna let out an audible gasp. "Ok, that's enough!" She pulled her foot out of my mouth, which made a soft popping sound as I sucked the last of her toes. Joanna's face was going through a rollercoaster of emotions, ranging from utter disgust, incredulity, confusion, and to my surprise, a hint of pleasure. From the latter, I decided to roll the dice once again. "Yep, all done! Looks great, don't you think?" I acted as though the brief foot worship had never happened. "How about a foot rub? You mentioned your feet hurt..." I started kneading the foot I was holding. "No. You know I hate having my feet touched." She replied, trying to take her foot back. "Trust me, it'll be just like those back rubs you like but even better. Just give me a shot!" She let out an annoyed whine and slowly shook her head, but did not voice a reply. I took that as a yes and immediately got back to work. I sat on the bed, grabbed her ankles and placed both feet on my lap. Joanna grunted as she shifted her body in line with her feet. I gazed up her legs and couldn't help but notice that her boxers had ridden to one side, revealing a glimpse of her little white panties and slight camel toe peeking through. The temptation to let my hand slide up her leg towards her nethers was strong but I stopped myself, remembering the mission in hand. This was all about her feet. Besides, I had already pushed my luck a great deal today and this would definitely be a huge misstep. I thus placed my hands at the top of her toned left calf and started kneading downwards, jiggling and loosening her muscles which tapered down to her slim feminine ankles. I pinched her Achilles tendon and spent a few strokes, moving along the tendon. My other hand grabbed the tops of her feet and I slowly rotated her feet at the ankles in circular motions, adding a slight pulling motion to stretch and flex them. With my palm, I moved on to stroking the tops of her foot lengthwise, from ankle to toes in long motions, again jiggling her ankles at the top of each motion. "How's that?" I asked as I looked up to her. "Weird...what's with you and my feet today?" she whispered back, again shaking her head. "Just giving then some overdue attention." I returned my focus towards her feet. Joanna's toes were nicely spaced, uniformly decreasing in length from big to small toe. Being a former gymnast and dancer, her toes curved slightly downwards but without a single corn or callous in sight. For someone who hated feet, Joanna took surprisingly good care of hers. One at a time, I gently rolled each toe between my fingers, giving them a gentle pull. A couple of them let out a soft popping sound as I did so. Next, I started drawing small circles with my thumbs around the base of her toes, making sure to go in between them before moving to the ball of her foot. I traced the outer edge of her sole and started to make my way along her arch. After a couple of minutes doing so, I decided that Joanna's strong arches could take a bit more pressure. I balled my hand into a fist and using the second knuckle of my index and middle finger, dug into her sole along her arch. "Aahhh..." Joanna stifled a scream as she lifted her head, reacting at the unexpected pressure. Her foot shot forward towards my chest but didn't break free of my grip. "Sorry, was that too hard?" I immediately drew back my knuckles and started lightly brushing her sole with my thumb. "No, it's fine. Keep doing that..." her voice trailed off in a whisper as she settled back down. A huge grin came across my face. She was enjoying it! Better yet, she was asking for more! This improvised gamble that was frankly a very long shot was paying off better than I could have imagined. I renewed my focus and got back to kneading her soles, covering every inch of them and looking for each tiny knot to release. Joanna let out a few groans of pain, quickly followed by soft moans of pleasure as I reached some of the more tender spots of her feet. By now, the heat within the room, combined with the friction from the vigorous skin-to-skin contact had made her feet quite sweaty and her aroma filled my nostrils and pressed my erection even harder against my pants. As I moved on to her other foot, Joanna's body had completely relaxed and she had propped another pillow behind her head to keep her eyes on what I was doing. The crease in her brow and the frown that she had been wearing had dissolved, replaced by the hint of a smile at the edges of her lips, although the latter went away every time I look up to check on her. Knowing Joanna, there was no way that she would openly admit that she was actually enjoying her feet being rubbed. For the next twenty minutes, I meticulously repeated the exact same procedure, extracting every grunt and groan with each stroke and languishing in the sighs of pleasures that followed. "That's enough," Joanna finally said, adopting once more her serious tone as she wriggled her foot from my grasp. "Bedtime. We need to set off really early tomorrow." "That wasn't so bad, right?" I asked cheerfully. No reply. "Your feet are really pretty." I picked up both her feet and planted a kiss on each sole. "Whatever...weirdo." She tried to furrow her brows at me but a smile crept up her face which made it look more comical than stern. "Maybe next time we can paint your nails a different colour?" I asked hopefully. I unsuccessfully tried to hide my raging boner getting up from her bed, at the sight of which Joanna stifled a short chuckle. "Maybe." She replied in an exasperated tone as she turned and snuggled her pillow. She let out a small sigh and whispered "goodnight" as she closed her eyes. I flicked off the lights and softly closed the door as I shifted awkwardly out of her room, feeling the wet patch of pre cum that had soaked through my pants. As I crashed on the couch, I replayed every moment in my head, basking in the triumph of my accomplishment. In a single night, I had introduced Joanna to the potential pleasures hiding within her feet, to which she had ultimately conceded, albeit begrudgingly. More importantly, a door to the next adventure with her feet had been cracked open and I couldn't wait to find out how far we could go. Visiting Joanna's Feet Ch. 02 Note: This story takes place the day after the events in the first chapter. Although the story mostly stands on its own, I would recommend reading the previous chapter first for more context. ***** "Sunblock?" "Check." "Sunnies?" "Check." "Sandboard and spare clothes?" "Check and check" "Sweet. Good to go? Bryan and Steph will be waiting... "To Lancelin!" We were at last ready for the two-hour trip to Lancelin, where three blissful days of sun, sea, beaches and sand dunes awaited us. As usual, Joanna and I had woken up late and, while I'd only had my duffel ready to go, she had been frantically pottering about, rummaging through her room and stuffing her little suitcase with a seemingly random assortment of clothes. Although the latter hadn't taken too long, we had agreed to meet Bryan and Steph directly at the beach house in order to save some time. Joanna's room looked like a bomb had exploded in her closet, a layer of clothes strewn all over the floor. However, within that mess stood a vision of perfection that rendered the mess practically invisible. Standing in the centre of the room over a bunch of discarded shirts, an excited smile beamed across Joanna's face as she extended the handle on her red suitcase. A pair of black wayfarers sat on her head, keeping her long, flowing dirty-blonde hair from her face. Covering her athletic frame was a white tank top and a small pair of dark blue shorts, under which she had already put on a teal bikini set. My gaze lowered down her long, toned legs, and locked onto her gorgeous size eights in her usual pair of pink thongs. "Love the choice of nail polish...that person who did your nails did a great job!" I commented cheekily. "Yeah...he's a bit of an idiot though..." she replied wittily. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me as I stared at her brightly coloured fluorescent pink toenails. It had only been a night since that glorious and fumbling experience with Joanna's feet and I hadn't been able to stop thinking about them since. From the touch of her creamy insteps, the smell of the nail polish as I delicately painted her toes, to the brief taste of her toes, each memory played back vividly in my mind as I became transfixed at the sight of her feet. "Oi! Stop staring at my feet...weirdo!" she suddenly snapped, clumsily shifting and trying to cover one foot with the other. Her demeanour suddenly shifted, looking down as if to hide the embarrassment of last night's events. "Sorry...let's get going..." I replied, getting my thoughts together as I came back from my daze. We quickly loaded Joanna's little Fiesta and were off. Sitting in the passenger seat, I couldn't help but take furtive glances at Joanna's bare feet as she deftly depressed the car pedals. I once again confirmed that those arches were some the curviest and most sensual I had ever seen and yearned to get close to them once again. However, it still seemed that her deeply rooted foot aversion hadn't completely disappeared. Although I had successfully introduced her to the pleasures of my fetish the night before, and had cracked the door ajar for future possibilities, she still seemed to display a sense of uncertainty about last night's ordeal. After all, it had only been one night and going in too strongly and too quickly could cause her to shut off once more. As such, I decided to bide my time and wait for the right moment to attempt to further explore her feet. With three whole days of close proximity in such a blissful place, we were bound to find the right moment. Bryan's family beach house was a small beach-front unit nestled at the end of a secluded trail. Bryan was one of our former housemates from when we were still living on campus. Along with his girlfriend Steph, we all shared the same active hobbies and had become great friends over the years. As we entered the property, the sight of the two quad bikes, one in the bed of Bryan's ute and another hitched to the trailer behind, as well as the surfboards leaning against the carpark, brought our excitement to new heights. With newfound vigour, we quickly parked and rushed in to unpack our luggage. As expected, Bryan and Steph had taken the master bedroom and Jo and I made our way to the guest room. The latter, although quite small and with only a bunk bed and table as furniture, featured a large sliding door that opened directly onto the beach and offered a breathtaking view of the deep blue Indian Ocean. Joanna claimed the top bunk and once settled, we made a quick itinerary before setting off into the sun. The next two days were a blur of fun. Although the four of us would travel together, Bryan and Steph naturally hung out more closely and so did Joanna and I. During that time, we were two peas in a pod, doing practically everything together and genuinely enjoying each other's company. From dawn till dusk, we sand boarded and quad biked through the golden sand dunes, caught the perfect waves and swam in the pristine warm ocean. By the end of the second day, Joanna and I were knackered. As we got back to the beach house, the both of us instantly crashed onto the living room couch and let out a huge sigh in unison. The hot Australian summer weather, combined with our non-stop activities, had finally taken a toll on us. Bryan and Steph, on the other hand, were still relatively fresh, and after an early dinner, decided to head back out to the dunes for some nightly off-roading. Jo and I politely declined their offer to join in, opting for a quiet night in to rest our aching bodies. As they left, Joanna hopped into the shower while I headed towards the kitchen to top up the cooler box with ice and drinks. At around seven in the afternoon, the sun had just started to set but the temperature seemed to be stuck a balmy 32 degrees Celsius. To make matters worse, the central evaporative air conditioning was useless and merely pushing out warm air. I dragged the cooler into our room and cracked open a cold beer. "Shower's free..." Joanna said as she scampered into the room, her towel draped around her body. I dug up a pair of shorts from my suitcase and followed suit. I emerged back into the room ten minutes later to find Joanna laying on her back on the top bunk, eyes closed and her legs and arms widely sprawled. She had changed into a loose fitting T-shirt and a small pair of cotton shorts. The smell of her coconut moisturiser filled the air. "Ughhh! It's so hot!" Joanna whined as she heard me enter. "Yeah...the aircon's broken..." I replied. "Fix it!" She moaned. I pushed the sliding door wide open, letting the gentle sea breeze waft through the room. "Better?" I asked. "Still hot!" She replied in the same tone. I fished out a cold bottle of water from the cooler and placed it in her outstretched hand. "Here...drink up!" I told her. "Thanks..." She replied as she finally lifted her head. "Uhhh...my body's so sore..." Joanna groaned as she scooted over to the foot of the bed, slipped her legs under metal railing, and sat up. As Joanna sipped on her water, my eyes once again locked onto those two dangling beauties. Hanging from the top bunk were a pair of slender yet toned calves, a shade more tanned than usual, tapering to her slim ankles and ending at those gorgeous feet. As if to catch the light breeze in between her toes, Joanna swayed her feet from side to side, spreading and scrunching her toes as she flexed her ankles forward and back. For a moment, I stood transfixed, hypnotised by her expressive feet as they beckoned me to jump forward and worship them with all my might. I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. As she sipped her water, I carefully crawled onto the bottom bunk and made my way towards her feet until my face was only a couple of inches away. Savouring the moment, I inhaled deeply the mixture of aromas that filled the air; from the coconut scent of her moisturiser to the salty see breeze that wafted through her slightly sweaty toes. As I regaled my olfactory senses, the amber rays of sun glinted on those bright pink toenails like precious gems. I feasted my eyes once again on those high arches and each wrinkly line as Joanna scrunched and spread her toes. At this moment, I wanted nothing more but to grab her foot and stick all five toes in my mouth. However, my better judgement told me that moving this suddenly might be too much of a shock to Jo and could ruin the moment. Instead, I steeled myself and tentatively ran my hand gently across her left sole. Joanna twitched, rubbing the spot with her other foot, but ultimately ignored what had happened. This time, I grabbed her heel and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Stop that!" she said firmly, kicking her foot from my grasp and abruptly tucking them in, nearly hitting my face in the process. Joanna bent her legs and leaned forward to see what I was doing underneath. "Well that's your own fault for dangling them so close to me!" I joked back. "Ughhh!!" she moaned, her voice slightly irritated. "Just get me another drink!" she demanded, throwing her now empty bottle towards me. I fished out a couple of beers from the icy cooler and handed her a bottle. That's when the lightbulb moment hit me. As I looked up towards Joanna, I could see that the evening heat wasn't treating her too kindly. Her face was flushed pink and she was wiping off the beads of sweat from her brow. Strands of her dirty blonde hair had stuck to her neck and her white T-shirt clung to her tight body, exposing the peaks of her nipples and outlining her areolas from within. I hauled the heavy cooler towards me, positioning it just under her feet and picked up the largest chunk of ice I could find. I grabbed her left ankle with my free hand and pressed the ice against her sole. "Eeek!!What are you doing?!" Joanna jumped up, nearly spitting out her drink and reflexively pulling back her feet. "Cooling you down...You said you were hot, weren't you?" I replied as nonchalantly as I could. Joanna instinctively started to protest but suddenly paused at my proposal. Without waiting for a response, I dunked both hands into the cooler's icy water and grabbed her ankles. At the touch of my cold hands against her skin, Joanna let out a low moan of pleasure as I gently brought back her feet in front of my face. I picked up another ice cube and this time brushed it along the instep of her right foot. This time, her reaction was more subdued, her toes wriggling at the cold touch. Encouraged, I snaked the ice cube across the tops of her toes, allowing the melted water to drip along the crevices of each toe. With each successive ice cube, my movements became bolder and within minutes, I had found my rhythm. Holding her foot firmly with one hand, I turned this little activity into an intimate game, scrubbing her soles with the larger cubes and wedging the smaller ones in between each individual tow. As each ice cube melted on her soft skin, the gentle sea breeze through the open door evaporated the melted liquid, providing a nice cooling effect. With unnerving focus, my mission became to keep every inch of those heavenly feet and calves glistening against the amber sunset. As the last workable ice cube melted, I look up at Joanna, who was staring intently at what I was doing. She looked visibly refreshed, the hot flush on her cheeks having now subsided. Even better, she now sported that curious smile on her face, the same smile she had briefly displayed during the first encounter. Finally, she seemed to be enjoying herself! "How was that? Better now?" I asked. "Good job, dummy." She said playfully, her tone matching her smile. Joanna outstretched her legs and pointed her toes. Without warning, she brought her feet back towards me and vigorously wiped her wet feet against my hair and face. Using me like a bath mat, she wriggled her feet up and down my head, grabbing tufts of hair between her toes and swiping her arches along my cheek. Before I could fully savour the moment, she popped her legs back up and her feet disappeared. "H..Hey! What was that for?" I stammered, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible. Joanna let out a small giggle as she gathered herself up and hopped out of bed. "Be right back..." She said, as she skipped out of the room and into the bathroom. Left alone, it took me a couple of seconds to calm down enough to analyse the aftermath. My hands were cold and numb, knuckles sore from handling all the ice. My shoulders, already aching from our daytime activities, had stiffened and cramped up. A puddle had formed all around the cooler, the latter now only containing a few bottles submerged in cold water. The bottom half of my shirt and my pants were drenched, although I decided that the cold water had probably helped keep my bulging erection somewhat manageable. More importantly, after a touch-and-go moment, I had finally been able to get Joanna to shed her inhibitions and find some enjoyment through her feet. I cracked open a cold drink and stepped outside for some fresh air. The sun had now fully set and the temperature had finally dropped to a more comfortable level. I came back into the room to see Joanna lying face down on the bottom bunk, her arms at her sides and her face buried into the pillow. "What do you think you're doing on my bed?" I faked an annoyed tone. "Ughhh...too sore to climb up..." "That's not how it works...get back up there!" I continued. Joanna only clutched the pillow more tightly and curled up in a ball, bringing her legs to her chest. "Can't...move..." She muffled through the pillow. "Fine..." I said. "If that's how you're being, I'll just have to convince you to move..." The metal springs creaked as I got into the small dingy bed. I scooted towards her feet, extended a finger and poked her left sole. "Move" I said No reaction. I grabbed her ankle, formed my other hand into a claw and dug my fingers into the ball of her foot, just below her toes. "Noooo...stoooppp!!" She cried out, giggling as she started bucking and flailing. "Oh, so you CAN move..." I faked a surprised tone. I locked both her ankles in the crook of my elbow and continued furiously tickling her, dragging my nails along her soles and scratching the base of her toes. "Stop tickling me!!" She squealed, burying her face more deeply into the pillow. "I warned you..." I replied, grinning from ear to ear as I continued to run my fingers in between her toes. "Just...rub...my...feeett!!" She cried out in between gasps. I stopped. "What did you just say?" I inquired. "You heard me..." she said. "Stop tickling me and rub my feet!" I did not have to be asked again. A smile crept up my face as I grabbed her ankles and extended her legs once more. I took a seat at the end of the bed and placed both feet on my lap as she switched back to lying on her back. "Fine...but only because you insist..." I muttered in an exasperated sigh. "If you tickle me again, I'll kick you in the face!" Joanna threatened in a stern voice as she regained her composure. "Got it. Just relax." I replied, now turning my attention to the perfection sitting on my lap. With my left hand, I cupped her heel from underneath and jiggled her calves and ankle. My free hand pressed onto the top of her foot to give it a good stretch, rotating her foot at the ankle along its full range of motion. I lay her foot back on my lap and with both thumbs, dug into the bottom of her sole. With small but firm circular motions, I kneaded her sole along the outer edges of her foot, starting at her heel and slowly moving upward until I reached the base of her toes. I then turned my attention to her inner foot as I pushed my thumb along her soft, creamy instep, admiring the depth of her arch as I traced its outline. I looked up to check on Joanna, who had been watching me apprehensively for fear of being tickled again. "How's the pressure?" I asked. Joanna did not reply but instead gave a small nod and slunk back deeper. I smiled and got back to work. Time to give those smooth, slightly curled toes some attention. Using my thumb, index and middle fingers, I grabbed each toe and gave each a slight pulling and twisting motion, a few of them making a small popping noise as I did so. I then placed my thumb at the base of her big toe and started massaging the pads. As I reached her second toe, she let out a small giggle. "Sorry..." I muttered, as I looked back up at her. Joanna had rearranged the pillow, her head lying square on the latter. Her half open eyes had glazed over, and it was clear that she was now fully enjoying herself. "It's fine..." she replied softly. "Keep going." Encouraged by her reaction, I redoubled my efforts, making sure that every inch of her foot was truly taken care of. Right then, these Joanna's feet were the centre of my universe and I wanted nothing more than to please them. As I progressed, I discovered the spots that she enjoyed the most, which would elicit a soft moan of pleasure. Figuring out the right pressure and motions as I explored her feet became a task of its own that I relished. With each touch, my hands indulged in the softness of her skin. Two days of running through the sand had beautifully exfoliated her soles, leaving them even softer and smoother than I had remembered. As I continued, Joanna's moans started becoming more frequent and prominent. As I was kneading her heel within my palm, I started to notice the bed slightly creaking. I looked up at Jo and for a second stood frozen, unable to believe my eyes. Joanna's left hand had made its way underneath her t-shirt as she pinched and caressed her supple breasts. Even more jaw dropping, her right hand now rested firmly on her crotch, against which she was grinding in a gentle rocking motion. This sight immediately sent even more blood rushing through my already engorged erection, causing an even more uncomfortable strain on my pants. This was the moment I had dreamed of. Scratch that, I couldn't even have dreamed of such a moment happening. This was pure fantasy and I couldn't finally see how far I could push the boundaries. At this moment, I went all out and with a swift motion, grabbed her right foot and shoved all five toes deeply into my mouth. The aroma and taste of her sweaty foot immediately assaulted my sensed with inhumane delight as my tongue danced and flicked through every crevice I could find. Joanna gasped loudly, feeling the wetness of my mouth and tongue on her toes. Her eyes opened wide and she lifted her head, staring as I worshipped her godly toes. I looked up and steeled my gaze against her big blue eyes. With half her foot still in my mouth, I sucked on her foot deeper and flicked my tongue even harder than before. Using my teeth, I began to very lightly chew on the edges of her foot as my hands continued massaging her heel. "Yess..." Was her only response as she slammed her head back down on the pillow. Joanna's slipped her hand into her small cotton shorts and the gentle rocking motion quickened into a mechanical rhythm. Her left hand joined in and started into a frantic rubbing while her right hand shifted to finger herself. From where I sat, I could only see her hands moving within her shorts but it was clear what was happening. Besides, I already had my hands and mouth full. Watching her motion, I attempted to match the intensity my worship to her increasingly frantic motion, but at the speed she was picking up, this was no easy task. For the next few minutes, I kept up the pace. My mouth, jaw and tongue were getting the workout of their life but I was determined to keep going. Her right foot was now covered in slobber and my tongue now danced along the toes of her other. I stuck out my tongue and lapped her entire soles from top to bottom, scraping the outer edges of her foot with my teeth. I stuck her whole heel in my mouth and began gently chewing them while my fingers dug deeply within her soles. Visiting Joanna's Feet Ch. 02 Suddenly, the moaning stopped and her body clenched. Joanna's hips raised as her hands pressed tightly against her crotch. Her legs straightened and tensed and her toes pointed. An instant later, her whole body started convulsing, her legs shaking wildly as she pressed her feet firmly against my chest. Holding her breath, she frantically toyed her clit for a further couple of seconds before her eyes rolled over and her head jerked back. "Hnnngggg...AAAHHHHH!!" She finally let out her breath as the sound of her orgasm echoed throughout the room. Joanna's knees buckled as I held her legs. As her orgasm subsided, I scooted closer to her and started planting soft kisses on her legs, starting from her calves and slowly making my way up. I could already smell the sweet scent of warm pussy and wanted nothing more than to taste her juices and make her cum again. As my lips brushed her inner thigh, Joanna let out a loud moan and writhed. Each successive kiss along her thigh brought out a stifled moan until I finally reached her warm crotch. I gently peeled off her soaked shorts, which she clumsily kicked off to reveal her delicate flower. I placed her legs over my shoulder as I lowered my head closer and for a moment, basked in the intoxicating aroma that emanated from her warm, cleanly shaven pussy. I stuck out my tongue and gently traced the outline of her lips. The mere touch sent her into shivers as she squeezed my head between her thighs. I pressed my hands against her stomach to keep her steady and slowly went back down on her. Joanna's sensitivity had obviously heightened since her first orgasm and she reacted accordingly to every little touch as my tongue danced around her lips. As my mouth finally latched onto her clit, Joanna let out a sharp gasp and grabbed the back of my head. "Yes...right there..." she whispered as my tongue playfully flicked her clit. I dutifully obliged and the second orgasm did not take long to arrive. Within a minute, Joanna's body tensed once more, her thighs clenching tightly against my head as she locked her ankles. Her hands grabbed my hair tightly as she pushed my head more deeply within her warmth. "I'm...cumming!" She stifled as her body bucked against my face. Her juices gushed out and I stuck out my tongue to taste her sweet nectar. I held my grasp, steadying her down as lapped her labia and kept gently sucking on her swollen clit. Her whole body writhed as the intensity of her orgasm kept building. "I...I...can't take any more..." she finally softly cried out as she tensed one last time and went limp, releasing her grasp from my hair. Completely cum drunk, Joanna crashed onto the bed, panting heavily. Her glazed eyes were watery from the intensity of her orgasms. "Fuck...I've...never...come...this hard..." she muttered in between bated breaths. "Glad you enjoyed that. So much for a quiet night in..." I chuckled. I lay back, equally exhausted. As much as I had enjoyed every second of what had happened, the last of my energy reserves had been completely depleted. For a moment, the both of us lay in a sweaty pile, opposite each other, our limbs interlocked. We sat in silence, enjoying the afterglow of the situation and listening to the waves lapping onto the beach. I craned my neck to look up as Joanna sat up and started shuffling. It seemed that she had fully recovered from her orgasms and had something else in mind. I gave her an inquisitive look and instead of replying, she straddled closer and placed both feet straight onto the tenting bulge that had formed within my pants. A devious grin came across her face as she began swiping her feet and pinching her toes along the outline of my dick. Her feet moved up my pants and with surprising dexterity, pinched the band between her big and second toes and gave a slight tug. I didn't need any more encouragement as I quickly pulled off and discarded them. Her eyes widened at the sight of my already rock hard penis standing to attention. "Looks like I still need to take care of some unfinished business," Joanna chuckled. "I've never done this before..." She continued, this time her voice slightly uncertain. "Come closer." I grabbed her ankles and brought her feet to my face. Mustering up as much saliva as I could, I licked her soles till each one was well lubricated. I stuck her soles together and guided them onto my raging boner. "Good. Now spit on my dick" I told her Joanna leant forward until her lips touched the tip of my cock and gently spat out a string of saliva which streamed down my shaft. She stuck out her tongue and licked the entire length of my shaft until every inch was well coated. Leaning back again, she tentatively slid her feet up my shaft and I moaned in appreciation. Encouraged my reaction, she squeezed her grip on my dick and quickly found her rhythm. "Yeah...just like this!" I let out as her soles slid up and down my stiffness. Her soft soles felt heavenly on my shaft and a stream of pre cum had already begun oozing out. Joanna leaned forward again, and with her feet still on my shaft, wrapped her lips around my cock and engulfed the tip. Her warm mouth and flicking tongue felt heavenly on my cock, sending shivers down my spine as I groaned in pleasure. Soon, she was deep throating my entire length while her wriggling toes tickled my balls. Her flexible body was contorting in ways I did not know possible. Our eyes locked and I could only marvel at her incredible prowess as her head bobbed up and down, playing a disappearing act with my genitals. "I'm gonna cum..." I muttered out as I felt myself reaching the point of no return. Joanna only smiled as she kept sucking and swishing her tongue around my shaft. I erupted, shooting multiple wads into the back of her throat. Like a true champ, Joanna swallowed every last drop, finishing it all off with a proud grin. "That was incedible! Sure you've never done this before?" I said in amazement. "Glad you enjoyed that..." she said cheekily, mirroring my previous comment. I crawled up towards her and she grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me in for a wet, sloppy kiss. As we crumbled together, the small bed made a loud creak, launching us into a fit of laughter. Cradling my arm around her and feeling the softness of her breasts, I basked in the comfort of the moment. This glorious night would not soon be forgotten and already, my mind raced at what would happen next.