Skatergirl Footjob
by Sakka
Copyright© 2023 by Sakka
Young Adult Sex Story: Young Bert sees a cutie riding a skateboard, and worries her cute bare feet are in danger in strappy high heels. Then they chat, she gives him a footjob, and Bert blows a fat nut on her feet, as one does.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Foot Fetish .
Bert was chilling that Sunday morning, resting against a handrail in a public park, when a pretty young girl rolled up on a skateboard. She looked very young (his age ~ middle school?) with dark sunglasses, and long brown hair up in twin ponytails. A baggy top over another top, blue jeans ... and chunky high heels?
Bert had never seen a grommet wear anything other than sneakers. A sick bail, and she’d saw her toes off!
Instead, the girl did a kick flip and stopped in front of Bert with her board in her hands.
“Hey dude,” she said. “You go to my school?”
“I don’t know; Blackstone Normal?”
“Yeah, that’s my school. I’m Holly, BTW.”
“Oh, I’m Bert,” Bert said, shaking Holly’s hand. “You’re cute, I mean, if you don’t mind me saying.”
Holly lifted her sunglasses and Bert caught a shy smile. “You’re in my form group, I think. I thought you were cute.”
“Me?” Bert asked, pointing at his chest.
“Well, I sit in the back. You probably didn’t see me.”
Awkward silence, glancing down at Holly’s toes.
“I like your toes. I mean, it’s cool you can shred in sandals like that.”
Holly looked surprised, then laughed and punched Bert in the shoulder.
“Bert, you’re funny! You have a foot fetish or something?”
“Kind of...” Bert admitted; “I like when a girl wears tight strappy sandals ... like yours.”
Holly seemed surprised, then turned sideways and set her left heel on the pavement, turning it slightly to flex her wrinkled sole.
“You mean like, you could jerk off to my feet?”
“Well sure,” Bert said awkwardly. “You have cute feet.”
Holly looked at Bert curiously, then took him by his hand into the adjacent park. Thick oak trees dotted the place from centuries past, obsuring it from view; it wasn’t a place passersby would notice from the street. Holly sat Bert on a park pench, lowered her deck and then unbuckled and slipped off her sandals, letting them fall to the grass beside her.
“I think my feet are kind of gross,” Holly said, sitting alongside Bert and lifting her feet to fondle his cock through his jeans. “My friend says my toes look like sausages.”
Bert was incredulous; Holly’s toes were beautiful, and her soles so soft! He had to free his cock. Already oozing pre-cum, Bert was amost embarrassed by the wet juice he oozed on Holly’s soft feet as she fondled him with her soft toes, balls and soles.
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