The Libertine of Anacortes

THE LIBERTINE OF ANACORTES - Chapter Four

I quickly arched my back, pushed myself up onto my elbows and turned my head back to look at Friedrich. The panic must have been evident in expression on my face.

“What’s the matter,” Friedrich asked. “Are you ticklish?”

An inner voice said, I wish it was that easy to explain! “No,” I confessed honestly. I bit my lip as Friedrich lifted one of my feet with his slippery hands and began to massage the lotion.

“What’s the matter then?”

“My feet are just very sensitive,” I replied truthfully without elaboration. The full truth was the very first orgasm I ever had that I can remember happened as a result of a foot massage. Just the thought that Friedrich had one of my feet in the palms of his hand was enough to arouse me. I discreetly attempted to pull my foot free but only managed to bend my knee further in a way that I felt sure fully exposed my pussy to him. Friedrich’s hands moved with my foot and held firm in a way that made it impossible to bring my knees back together. I quickly buried my face back on my arms to hide the embarrassment.

Friedrich massaged my foot with the same expert manipulations he’d used on my back and legs. He rubbed the arch with his thumbs for a very long while before he turned his attention to my toes. I sucked my upper lip into my mouth and bit it between my teeth. My knee slipped slightly closer to the edge of the padded seat. He held my foot by its big toe and used his other hand to massage slippery lotion between my toes. I could smell the strong sweet scent of the lotion on my arms and hoped all Friedrich could smell was lotion as well because I knew my juices had immediately began to flow.

“Do you like that?” Friedrich asked in a sensual tone of voice.

I assumed from his tone he could clearly see how aroused I’d suddenly become. Any response I gave I knew would be in a tone of voice that couldn’t be controlled enough to disguise the perverse delight that now swamped my senses. It was also a question impossible to answer in the negative. “Yes,” I mumbled.

There was a long silence while the sumptuously erotic massage continued. Friedrich said nothing about the hushed moans the occasionally escaped my lips; nor did he make any comments on the aroused state of my pussy. After several more minutes of intense pleasure he paused to change feet.

“Move up a bit,” Friedrich said.

He held both my feet aloft for a moment and wriggled onto the seat under them. I had to now spread both knees widely apart to accommodate him and keep both feet in the air with my ankles crossed. I had already had several small, discreet orgasms and was seriously worried about whether I could endure the massage of my other foot without completely and openly yielding to the pleasure.

Friedrich began to massage the lotion into my left foot just as he’d done with the other. His thumbs pressed repeatedly into the arch for several minutes before he focused attention on my toes. Again the perverse pleasure was intense; more intense as it escalated from an arousal level that was already high. A gentle breeze had sprung up and the coolness of the air that touched my hot, moist pussy pushed me closer to the edge of an unbridled climax.

“Oh, that feels good!” I moaned out loud. “Don’t stop!”

“I see what you mean about the sensitive of your feet!” Friedrich said.

The feverish delight I felt wasn’t diminished by his astute and embarrassing observation.

I felt his hands release my foot to take hold of my ankles.

“Roll over,” Friedrich said.

I rolled in the direction in which he twisted my ankles and passively allowed him to rest my right foot high on the back of the seat and let my other foot drop to the deck. I draped my arms over my face not just to block the overhead sunlight from my eyes but to conceal the slight shame I felt at the lewd, fully spread position of my legs. I also didn’t want to watch as Friedrich removed his shorts or again see the libidinous look I’d glimpsed on his face.

The movement between my legs alerted me to Friedrich’s approach. He crawled up between them until he was directly above me with his hands pressed into the padded seat on either side of my armpits. I drew a deep breath through my nostrils when I felt the tip of his erect cock bump my pussy just above its entrance. He prodded a couple of times before the tip found its mark after which its entire thick and long length slipped easily into me.

Friedrich fucked me in that position for several minutes. His breath was hot on the side of my neck; the energetic thrusts of his cock hot inside me. When he paused it was only to wrestle his arms under the backs of my knees and then to slip his hands to my feet. His cock remained firmly lodged in me during the entire movement so that the second his fingers slipped between my toes, the tempest of an orgasm I’d anticipated was unleashed.

“Do you like my cock, girl?” Friedrich asked.

“Yes!” I gasped breathlessly as he pounded it into me; more to voice the intense and perverse pleasure of his slippery fingers that held my toes as spread as my legs were spread than to answer his question.

“Tell me how much you love my cock!”

“Mmm! It’s so big!”

I repeated my reply like a mantra and enjoyed the way each time I did so, Friedrich fucked me harder and faster.

“What else do you like? Do you like my fingers between your toes while I fuck you?”

I knew at that instant that if I said yes I’d betray my secret little fetish to him. The thought that he might use this to his advantage before the trip was complete occurred to me. The voices in my head again rang out; one shrill with alarm bells and the other seductively whispering words of encouragement. Go on; tell him everything… it whispered.

“You had me the minute you touched my feet!” I panted.

“I know!” Friedrich grunted.

He then took hold of each of my big toes, squeezed hard, thrust his cock to the hilt and went completely still. My own orgasm peaked right at the moment I felt the warm eruption of jism from his cock inside me.

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