Secluded Beach, Naked Soles
It was a warm, sunny day when Brenda got to the beach that early morning. She
had been working on her tan for a month now and it showed. Not every day was a
sunny day, but most of the days in Southern California gave her enough sunshine
to get a deep, dark tan even in the middel of Winter.
She had chosen the same spot all month long for its privacy. The beach she had
chosen was in a secluded area of Malibu that very few people ever visited.
Malibu is a city that is about 3 miles wide and 27 miles long, so there are a
number of places along the beach that afforded a lot of privacy even though
there is public access all along the shoreline.
The spot that Brenda had chosen could not be seen from the Pacific Coast
Highway, nor could her section of the beach be seen by anyone walking along the
beach as her secluded spot was just behind a section of rock that allowed
complete privacy. Only rarely did anyone ever walk along this section of the
beach, and almost never did anyone choose to take a walk behind those rocks. If
a person was looking in the direction of where Brenda chose to lay out as they
passed the rocks, they'd be able to catch a glimpse of her, but she could care
less about that. In fact, Brenda actually got a bit of a thrill whenever someone
would walk by and take a peek. She just didn't want to be too obvious about it.
A true voyeur would seek out spots on the beach like hers in the hopes of
finding like her lying there all alone. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and
enjoyed the tingle of excitement that she felt whenever someone would do a
double take in her direction, especially since she liked sunbathing au naturel.
She used to sunbathe on Venice Beach where she lives, but there were too many
creeps who would stop by to leer at her and strike up some idiotic conversation.
Besides, she couldn't bare it all when she laid out on Venice Beach. This
section of Malibu's beach allowed her to do just that and she had never
encountered any creeps like she had in Venice.
On this particular morning, Brenda was rather sleepy, so she dozed off a little
to the sound of the nearby waves crashing along the shore. She didn't notice
when a young man of 23 years old caught a glimpse of Brenda lying there asleep.
By coincidence, Brad also lived in Venice, but had never seen or met Brenda
before. He had been riding his motorcycle along the Pacific Coast Highway and
decided to take a break to stretch his legs. What he saw when he peered in
through those rocks was a sight that immediately got him hard.
Brenda's nude body was lying face up with her head tilted to the side and away
from Brad's direction. Her 5'7" frame was showing off her deep, dark tan and
every inch of her 34b-24-36 nude body was toned and in good shape. Her tummy was
flat and firm. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed, almost shaven, but what caught
his eye the most were her perfectly proportioned size 7 1/2 .
Although the
rest of her gorgeous body was deeply tanned, including the tops of her ,
her
soles were a milky white that contrasted well with that golden tan that she
sported.
Brad's curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't help but to move in for a
closer look. He just had to see those up close! As he got nearer,
his heart
raced a mile a minute and his mind went over a myriad of excuses to say to this
woman just in case she suddenly woke up and confronted him. The closer that he
inched over to Brenda, the more excited he got. Soon he was better able to make
out the shade of her painted toenails. His all-time favorite color for toenail
polish was candy apple red, and while Brenda wasn't wearing candy apple red, the
light pink toenail polish that she was wearing looked stunning against her dark
tan.
Suddenly Brenda stirred, opened her eyes, and caught Brad looking in her
direction. He was about 15 away.
"Uh, sorry, I uhh ... I uhh," Brad stuttered.
Brenda's sudden rush of excitement at being found nude by this handsome young
man, and his obvious embarrassment from it, made her feel powerful. Any
vulnerability that she may have otherwise felt left her immediately and she took
control of the situation. "It's okay. If anyone should be embarrassed, I should
be." Then she added with a laugh, "After all, I'm the one without any
clothes."
"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Brad offered. "I, uhh ..."
Brenda interrupted him right away. "Oh, please, don't call me ma'am. I hate when
people do that." At 35 years of age, Brenda was 13 years older than Brad.
"Sorry ma'am," Brad stammered and then corrected himself. "I didn't mean
anything by it. I just did it out of habit. I mean, you're not old or anything."
"Uh, uh uh. Stop while you're ahead." She smiled at Brad, clearly enjoying his
embarrassment. Raising up her hand, she said, "My name is Brenda. Yours?"
"Brad," he answered back as he extended his hand to shake hers. "Wow! Soft
hands!"
"Thanks," Brenda countered back. "I like to keep them that way."
Without thinking, Brad commented, "I'll bet your are soft, too."
"Ah, you like , huh?" She asked. Brad
was speechless. "That's okay," she
added. "I like guys who like . Do you have a
fetish."
"Well," Brad hesitated. "I ... I guess I do," he admitted. Brad knew
very well
of his
fetish. He thought about all of the time. He could
hardly not
think about it. In fact, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Brenda's scrumptious
looking peds and longed to touch them.
"You guess so?" Brenda laughed. "Of course you do," she continued as
she teased
Brad by flexing her and spreading her toes. At
this point Brad had kneeled
down next to Brenda's towel, so she brushed his leg with the toes of her left
.
The look on his face said it all. She knew about guys who had a
fetish. She could spot them a mile away. She could see Brad's hard-on already.
"You can touch my if you want. Go ahead. I won't be
offended. You have my
permission."
Brad touched the sole of her left , the one that was now laying on
top of
his leg. Then he grabbed it more firmly. Her was soft. Exceptionally soft!
Then he glided his fingers along the sole of her . "Wow! Your is
really
soft!" He exclaimed.
"Hmm, that tickles." Brenda cooed.
"Sorry," he apologized as he pulled his hand away.
"No, I like that. Don't stop. It feels good. There's nothing more senuous than
to have a man lightly tickling the soles of my . Have you ever tickled a
woman's soles before?" She asked.
"Not really. I mean, a little bit." Then he asked, "How ticklish are
you?" as he
gave her
a quick hard tickle.
"Very!" She exclaimed as she instinctively pulled her
away!
"Sorry," he said again as he pulled his hand away.
"Don't be sorry," Brenda assured him. "I was just caught off guard. I told
you,
I actually like being tickled."
"Do you like getting massages?" Brad asked.
"Of course," she said. "Why? Are you offering me one?"
"I'd love to give you a massage," he admitted. He
wanted to do a lot more
than that, but he was happy to be able to do anything to her ,
even if it
was just to give her a massage, especially from someone
who was so willing.
"Do you mind if turn over onto my stomach? I'm trying to keep my overall tan and
need to turn over. Could you give me a massage like that?" She
asked.
"Sure!" He exclaimed. Being a sole man, he was thrilled to have Brenda's
in
his lap.
Brenda happily turned over onto her stomach as Brad gently placed her
into
his lap. For a moment she felt his hard-on, which she didn't mind at all, but
then he adjusted himself out of embarrassment. And as Brad started giving her a
massage, starting with her right , she relaxed completely and
closed
her eyes.
Brad's massage felt terrific. He massaged both of her thoroughly from heel
to each and every toe as if he was a professional masseur. Brenda lavished in
his manipulating hands and started to feel somewhat guilty. Even though she
didn't want him to stop, she said, "You know, you can stop anytime that you
want. You don't have to keep doing this."
"Oh, no," Brad admitted. "I love doing this." He wanted to do more,
but he
didn't want to get too pushy even though Brenda seemed to be perfectly
comfortable with him.
"Well, if I suddenly doze off, please don't be offended," she said. "It's
just
that I'm so relaxed."
"Hey, if you fall asleep, that means that I'm doing a good job," he assured her.
Hoping to give Brad a little encouragement, she coyly teased, "So what kind of
naughty things will you do to my if I fall asleep?"
Brad didn't know what to say, so he ignored her and nervously, but politely
added, "Just relax and enjoy the sensations."
"Absolutely," Brenda cooed. She didn't say anything more. She figured that the
less she said now, the more likely this young man's fetish would tempt him
to get kinky with her , which is the kind of action
that she craved. She
knew that her attracted him and she took
great pride in how terrific her
really looked. She took good care of her and always kept them soft and
in perfect condition.
Brad sometimes drifted off into another world as he thoroughly massaged her
.
He could hardly believe his good fortune. When he drifted back to reality,
he began to really notice the perfection of Brenda's . There wasn't a
callous or rough spot on her at all. Not at all! Her soles
were
unbelievably soft with wrinkles in just the right spots. The pads of her toes
were like tempting little morsals of dessert just waiting to be devoured.
Tempting fate and noticing that Brenda looked to be asleep, Brad very carefully
and gently brushed his tongue along the pad of Brenda's right big toe. Brenda
didn't stir at all, so he got bolder and bolder until he was actually sucking on
the big toes of both of her , alternating them one at a
time.
Brenda had been in a state of sleep, but not fully. When Brad first tongued the
pad of her right toe, she wondered if that was what he was doing or if she was
just dreaming it. She hoped that he was actually getting bold enough to tongue
her toes, and if he was, she wasn't about to stop him. When it became clearly
evident that this is what Brad was doing, she tried at first to pretend to be
asleep. She didn't want him to stop and thought that if she looked like she had
awakened, he'd be embarrassed and stop. She wanted Brad to continue and he did.
After a while, Brad's excitement got the better of him and he started getting
more aggressive with her . Brenda didn't mind at all,
but the sensations
were such that she could hardly keep still any longer. She couldn't help but
stir a little, most especially since what he was doing to her
was really
making her very horny. She began undulating her hips into the beach towel ever
so slightly, giving a low moan of approval and hoping that Brad would continue.
Not wanting him to stop, but not wanting to interrupt things by talking, she
silently gave her approval again by slightly rubbing a down upon his
crotch. She noted his growing cock and smiled with satisfaction.
When Brad saw that Brenda was pressing her pubic bones down onto the beach towel
and giving an obvious moan of approval, this encouraged him to do more. Soon he
was sucking each of her toes hungrily and sensuously with passion that only a
man with a
fetish can understand. Brenda moaned a little more loudly, which
encouraged Brad to really get into worshipping her delectable .
He was so
horny now that his inhibitions were practically forgotten. Brenda was clearly
enjoying herself, so he decided to be bold.
Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard cock and slipped it up and in
between Brenda lucious soles as they lay upon his lap facing him. Strands of
pre-
fell upon her soles as he held them together by her ankles with one hand
while starting to tickle her soles with the other.
A smile grew upon Brenda's face as she felt Brad's hard cock sandwiched in
betwen her soles. She loved how he was holding her firmly together by her
ankles with one hand while tickling her soles with the other. The tickling was
far more than she could handle, but thanks to Brad's firm grasp, she was hardly
in a position to stop what he was doing. Besides, she didn't want him to stop
what he was doing. It excited her to have her so helplessly under his
control. The only thing that she could really do was to wiggle her
up and
down a little bit, but all that did was to cause the soles of her
to press
hard against Brad's growing cock as he continued to tickle the soles of her
.
Brad's delight in having Brenda's so wonderfully trapped upon
his lap and
around his cock was so exciting and satisfying that he could hardly contain
himself. The more that he tickled the soles of her , the more that she
struggled against him. He knew from Brenda's body language that she was enjoying
it almost as much as he was, hopefully even more. She could have easily yelled
out for him to stop, but she wasn't doing that. Instead, she remained prone to
the ground as if she was tied down. In fact, at this point she had her arms
above her head with her wrists crossed over one another as her fingers flexed in
tandem with the scrunching of her toes. In his mind's eye, Brenda was tied down,
which excited him even more.
In Brenda's eye, she was tied down, too, and she was loving every second of it.
Her mind flashed back to different times where a couple of past boyfriends had
tied her down and made love to her. Those were the times when her orgasms were
the most powerful. When she once again realized that she was actually lying
there naked on the beach with a handsome young man having his way with her ,
her heart started racing and her juices started really flowing. It wasn't just
the
tickling that was causing her to get wet. Because of her struggling,
the towel beneath her had bunched up to the point where it had formed a v-shape
of fabric that was pressing up against her clit, causing it to get hard and very
sensitive. She was practically gasping from the sensitivity of her clit. She
knew that if Brad continued tickling and fucking the soles of her
as he
was, even if for only another 20 seconds or so, she'd explode with a powerful
climax that she's hardly be able to hide. At this point, though, she didn't
care. Brenda wanted Brad to keep going so that she could get the sexual relief
that she desired.
Brad was also at a point of no return as he was about to .
He loved how
Brenda was playing along as if she was tied up and helpless to stop him from
having his way with her . Pre-
was now flying all over the place as
streams of leaked out from his cock.
The soles of Brenda's had wrapped
around his cock so firmly that she was about to milk the
right out of him.
He felt that ever-so-familiar sensation of a climax coming as he continued
tickling the soles of her . Within seconds his cock
exploded with geysers of
that shot all over the back of Brenda's legs and ankles.
His orgasm was powerful and it lasted much longer than he ever remembered it
lasting before. He couldn't believe how much had shot out of his cock!
After
he climaxed, a second climax suddenly hit him. It was with less intensity, but
it was nonetheless just as satisfying. Gobs of popped up and out of his
cock, rising only an inch or two as it dropped upon the soles of Brenda's .
When Brenda felt Brad's warm first land on the back of
her legs as he shot
his load, she was about to herself. She had already
leaked out a steady
supply of her own juices from a series of tiny, yet very fulfilling orgasms, but
she hadn't actually climaxed. For a split second she thought that her
opportunity for her own climax was over when Brad's splashed upon the back
of her legs. Thinking that he was finished, she revelled with the sensations of
already having had a number of smaller orgasms, which had satisfied her
thoroughly.
However, at the very second that she felt Brad's hot globs of
plop down upon
the soles of her as he climaxed once again, she
was suddenly surprised with
a wave of orgasms that seemed to pulse throughout her body. These orgasms then
crescendoed into an intense and overwhelming climax that rocked her body. She
practically had to bit her lip to keep from screaming out.
Brad's embarrassment of cuming all over the back of Brenda's legs and the soles
of her
was soon replaced with the thrill of seeing her body rock with an
intense climax, which he took advantage of by tickling the soles of her
even harder and faster than before. He could see tears of pleasure streaming
down upon Brenda's cheeks as she tried to compose herself immediately after her
climax. As he towelled off the from her legs and ,
she twisted her body
around and with a smile on her face she said, "Wow, that was some
massage!"
"I'll say," he said back to her. "You were wonderful." Wanting to
enjoy her
some more, he added, "Just close your eyes and relax for a bit. We can talk
later."
Brenda didn't repond. She just closed her eyes again and basked in the
attentions that he was giving to her . He once again licked, kissed
and
sucked every inch of her , taking special care to suck
each of her toes
until he was thoroughly satisfied.
Even though the the two of them are not romantically involved, they still see
each other whenever their schedules permit, though a lot of their
fetish
activities are now indoors. That's not to say you won't catch them on the beach
again. They both love the beach!
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