Feet in the Rain

The moment we zipped the tent shut, the old heat slammed back into me. Lisa’s damp socks were already off, her bare feet tucked under her sleeping bag, toes flexing against the cool nylon. Rain hammered the tarp above us like a drum. We hadn’t touched in three years, but one glance at those high arches and painted nails and my cock was already straining against my hiking shorts.

“Still staring at my feet, Jake?” she teased, voice low and smoky. Her dark hair clung to her neck from the downpour we’d just escaped. “Some things never change.”

I swallowed hard. “Hard not to when you’re waving them around like that. You knew exactly what you were doing when you kicked those boots off.”

She laughed softly, but her eyes darkened with the same hunger I felt. Lisa stretched her long legs across the tiny space between us, pressing one soft sole against my thigh. The warmth of her skin, slightly gritty from the trail dust, sent electricity straight to my balls.

“Remember how you used to beg to kiss them?” she whispered, sliding her foot higher until her toes brushed the rigid outline of my dick. “Say it again. Tell me what you want.”

My breath hitched. “I want to worship your fucking feet, Lisa. Right here. Right now.”

Her lips parted. Without another word she pushed both feet into my lap, soles pressing firmly against my throbbing cock through the fabric. I groaned and yanked my shorts down, letting my thick shaft spring free. It slapped wetly against her instep. Precum already beaded at the tip.

“God, you’re so hard,” she breathed, curling her toes around the head of my cock and squeezing. The slick pressure made my hips jerk. “Stroke it between them. Use my feet like a pussy.”

I grabbed her ankles, holding her legs together, and thrust my dick between her soft, warm soles. The friction was perfect—smooth skin, the faint scent of sweat and leather from her hiking boots mixing with the rain-fresh air inside the tent. Every slide made her toes flex and grip the sensitive underside of my shaft.

“Fuck… yes, just like that,” I growled, picking up speed. Her feet were slick with my precum now, gliding easier, the wet sounds filthy in the small space.

Lisa bit her lip, one hand slipping into her own shorts. I could hear how soaked her pussy was as she fingered herself. “I missed this. Missed how crazy you get for my feet. Keep fucking them, Jake. Don’t stop.”

I leaned forward, bending her knees so I could reach her toes with my mouth while still pumping between her arches. I sucked her big toe deep, tongue swirling around it like I was eating her clit. She moaned loud, back arching off the sleeping pad.

“Oh shit… your mouth feels so good. Suck harder. Yeah, like that.”

The taste of her—salt, earth, pure Lisa—drove me wild. I alternated between licking the sensitive pads beneath her toes and dragging my tongue up her sole while my hips kept snapping, cock sliding faster between her pressed-together feet.

She pulled her feet away suddenly, leaving me aching and dripping. “Take my shorts off. I need you inside me, but you’re finishing on my feet.”

I didn’t argue. In seconds her hiking shorts and soaked panties were tossed aside. Her shaved pussy glistened in the dim light of our headlamp. I pushed her legs wide and sank two fingers into her tight heat, curling them while my thumb circled her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Jake… yes, right there,” she gasped, hips rolling against my hand. Her feet planted on my shoulders, toes digging into my skin. The smell of her arousal filled the tent, sweet and musky.

I replaced my fingers with my cock in one smooth thrust, burying myself balls-deep in her dripping pussy. We both groaned. I fucked her hard and steady, the wet slap of skin on skin competing with the rain. Each thrust made her perfect tits bounce under her thin tank top.

Her feet slid down my chest until her soles framed my face again. I turned and kissed them desperately while pounding her, tongue tracing every curve. “Your feet… so fucking perfect. Gonna cum all over them.”

“Do it,” she begged, voice breaking as her pussy clenched around me. “Fill me first, then paint my toes. I want to feel your hot cum dripping between them.”

That pushed me over. I slammed deep and unloaded inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming cunt. She came right after, crying out, walls milking every drop from my cock while her feet trembled against my cheeks.

I pulled out slowly, strings of our mixed juices stretching between us. Lisa immediately pressed her cum-slick feet together around my still-hard shaft and started stroking again. The added wetness made it obscene—loud, slippery sounds as she jerked me off with her soles.

“Give it to me, baby. Cover my feet. I want it all.”

I lasted maybe thirty seconds before the second orgasm hit. I roared, watching thick white jets splash across her arches, between her toes, and up onto her ankles. She wriggled her toes, spreading my load, looking filthy and satisfied.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, her cum-covered feet resting on my thigh. Rain still drummed on the tent. Lisa smiled lazily, dragging one messy toe along my softening cock.

“Round two after we catch our breath?” she asked, voice husky. “I’ve got blisters to rub… and you’ve still got a lot of worshiping to do.”

I kissed her ankle. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”