Feet Make Friends Ch. 01

Klaus found himself in his favourite dirty deed at the pubs. Although through bystanders' eyes he was watching the life go by around him, his attention was actually drawn to the barmaids' and servers' ankles. Not their bottoms, not their legs, but ankles.

Those had always caught his attention. Bare skin showing between trousers and shoe. Yet in essence they were sort of consolation prize as normally Klaus was interested in feet instead.

He didn't remember when it had begun, as much as he recalled, he'd always done it. However, throwing a few glances towards those was never the main goal, he didn't go to the pub with that in mind. The main goal was to be among people. The second goal was just to be in the presence of those fine maidens, but even then the first thing that caught his attention was face and personality. Only after that came the ankles.

One particular member of the staff had an especially enticing trait. Around her ankle, when the reflection favoured, something shiny was visible. A thin anklet. With her almost-white hair – it had to be bleached – and her always work-focused manner it made her look a bit bitchy. By contrast, ever-present loose strands framing her face added a fair amount cuteness. Her build hinted that she might go in for sports, but Klaus was not really sure about it.

Did he fancy her? He wasn't in love, but still had paid enough attention to remember that once she had a pearl anklet in place of her usual one. On the other hand, he might have recalled it due to his special dirty interest.

This time he was a bit uneasy. For a different reason, though. He had an oncoming meeting next day. A sort of blind date, except that it wasn't about romance. He was about to meet with a girl he'd never seen in person, but instead of her doubtlessy brilliant personality he was about to enjoy her feet. The opportunity didn't come up too often and that might have been a reason he was a bit more anxious as he would expect to be seeing the glimmer of the anklet.

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Klaus felt the tension gradually rising. Partly due to the excitement for the oncoming fun with feet. Partly over oncoming surprise moment of whom he'd meet and how would she look like. Partly because he didn't know what they will actually do and how much of an initiator his partner will be. So it was no wonder he was pretty much a wreck when he reached the door, heart pounding and hollow inside.

As the door opened, most of Klaus's anxiety faded away at the sight of a familiar face, although it took a few seconds before he truly recognised her. It was Geertje from the pub, the same blonde server. She looked awesome in her tracksuit bottoms, hoodie and low-cut socks, above which a fair share of skin caught an eye. It was impossible to overlook the anklet, a pearl anklet this time.

Geertje herself seemed to be a bit panicky for some reason. Why, they had seen each other after all? The brief pleasantries which they exchanged seemed to calm her and by the time they had taken a seat – Geertje with her knees under her chin in an awfully comfortable armchair with pouffe in front of it, Klaus opposite to her almost across the room – she was almost back in her usual self.

He really must have been a bit slow in thinking for not to realise it at once – coincidentally she just had to be the one person he had seen before and whom he will see over and over again in a completely different setting. Then again, his hostess had only a minute ago been shocked and they both shared now basically the same dirty secret.

'You were at the gym?' Klaus assumed appreciatively. He had never been particularly good in small talk, but at least now he came across the right thing to ask. Yes, she had been there just before, yet she didn't miss a chance to mention that she didn't go there too often. Her experiences with her feet having special attention were virtually nonexistent, as she replied for another question.

'And that?' Klaus pointed towards the row of small perfectly round beads around her ankle. 'Or the other, the thin one?'

'Just. Because. No reason.' For no reason, except involuntarily making it really difficult not to steal another glance… and another.

The laid-back atmosphere had formed as if by itself, which was great as every undertaking – not only foot worship – is way more enjoyable if everyone involved is relaxed and having fun.

'By the way, you're sitting too far, my feet are over here!'

'True.' Having replied to the cheeky statement, Klaus got up and closed the distance of a few steps between them. Sitting on the pouffe might have been obious thing to do, but crouching down and leaning against her seat was way more comfortable and way more intimate. It also allowed her feet to stretch out past him and rest on the pouffe.

He was so close to those feet now. Although the socks were still on, a fair amount of details were nevertheless on show. The shape of her feet, how the arches were formed, the toeline. Soon he will see everything else. Everything else, unlike when he would run into her in the city by a slim chance and she'd happen to wear open footwear by even a slimmer chance.

Yet, at the same time there seemed something to be missing. There was something about those forbidden glances towards the women's toes. Soon he would see these particular ones almost too easily. On the other hand, this occasion was about getting much more intimate to her feet anyway.

Geertje wiggled her toes as if signalling Klaus for not to wait any longer. At the next moment her socked foot was in his hands and for everything Klaus did, Geertje's feet answered. A nudge at the ball of her foot made her to push it back stretching her limb out, poking her toe with a finger caused a playful jab in response, a caress made her other socked foot to brush over his cheek. Playing like that was fun.

Maybe a brief footrub? The toes of Geertje's other foot dug themselves into Klaus's upper arm. How about working on her arch…? Maybe the initial touch was a bit too light making Geertje twitch, but it wasn't left unanswered as her toes poked his side. How about here? Or here? It was so thrilling to feel her toes jabbing his own body here and there. Where should he massage to be poked on…?

He didn't have to look for it long. The next spot was answered by her toes digging themselves into Klaus's cheek, not as hard as before, but still firmly. And now her foot didn't leave his face anymore. It caressed over cheek, under chin, ruffled his hair, whatever was the logical response to the treatment the other foot earned.

Klaus turned his face towards Geertje, her foot still on his face. Their glances met; her face was focused, excited and smiling at the same instant, she definitely enjoyed this game. He kept his hands now steady, releasing the pressure gradually only caused tension to rise, they gazed at each other and a light push on the ball of her foot was answered by her foot shoving on his nose.

Geertje's other foot slipped out of Klaus's hands, but didn't remain resting on the pouffe, instead it joined its other counterpart enclosing his nose and mouth fully.

The smell of clean socks was nice, but lacked of intimacy.

'You were at the gym, but managed to keep your socks dry.' Geertje's feet muffled his joking statement well.

'Did you really think I'd wear those? You'd like them sweaty?'

'Don't know, haven't had a chance. It might be interesting.'

Geertje nodded thoughtfully as if she'd actually consider the options.

'Well, you have to peel off clean socks today.'

Her feet landed on the pouffe. Klaus had barely turned himself over towards those when his fingers were already fiddling with the cuff uncovering her heel. Not overly fast, but so that he'd have time to enjoy her smooth skin under his fingertips… and shivers down his spine. Soon her toes will be revealed.

Klaus didn't have a strong preference for the shape of the toeline or anything like that, neither the nail polish colour as long as the outcome wasn't too fancy. Simple and reserved was always the best, but in her case he was certain that even the opposite wouldn't be a turn-off.

His fingers had made their way to her arches. Now the sock almost flew off.

Her bare foot was gorgeous, by any standards. While Klaus's eyes were glued to Geertje's freshly revealed toes, his hands were busy with the remaining sock, which got out of the way much quicker. Soon there were ten beautiful things in front of Klaus instead of five, two fine legs embraced in his hug and a fair amount of small hard pearls under his palm.

Geertje wiggled her feet playfully. Every motion was not only visible, but Klaus could feel it as well. The feet were alive.

Some lip- and tonguework was really appealing. Yet only after a few brushes with his tongue Klaus let her legs out of his clasp and shifted himself around the pouffe, facing her. The feet were great, but alike was the girl attached to those and some eye contact now and then might reveal a thing or two. Her wide smile, for example, gave away that Geertje was even more enthusiastic than before.

Maybe on purpose, maybe unintentionally, but they picked up the game they already had played. This time, however, instead of fingers, it was the tongue that was teasing one foot and as he wasn't that close to her anymore, the other one had to be satisfied with Klaus's face, neck and shoulders.

He took his chance to taste her feet throroughly, but it was also an exploration of how does she react to different kind of attention. Licks and kisses on one foot were answered by caresses or nudges by the other. Invading inbetween the toes with the tongue was wonderful, but it turned out to be a thousand times better when they responded by pinching the intruder. But what would happen if he tried to fit all of her toes in his mouth at once…?

Not overly harsh, but still serious foot-in-mouth-fucking, that's what happened. A quick glance upwards didn't miss a mischievous smile all over her face.

It didn't last endlessly, however. At one point Geertje shifted her foot closer and closer herself, slowly, but steadily. If Klaus didn't want to let her toes slip out, he had to follow. With his head being led in this kinky manner, his limbs were busy making way around the pouffe.

As soon as he was close enough, Geertje's other foot forced itself between Klaus's thighs. When he didn't grasp her idea even after several nudges and toying with his belt buckle, Geertje had to say it out: 'I bet you already crave to let it out. It seems like my feet make you hard.'

When Klaus struggled to free himself from his trousers, Geertje pulled her other foot from his mouth allowing him attain less awkward position, although it came with a cost of letting those toes go.

Soon Klaus was naked waist down and kneeling in front of Geertje. He would have gladly removed his shirt as well, but it was really exciting having her feet roaming underneath it. Besides, if she'd want to have his remaining piece of clothing removed, she'd let him know. The latter wasn't, however, in the maiden's mind. Instead, she kept all the naughty wandering out of sight. Maybe there was even more fun this way. The grin was on both of their faces each time the fabric blocked the way and extra effort was necessary to either dig deeper or to untangle her feet. A bit annoying was that at the same time Klaus's lower parts, completely uncovered, got no attention. Only after he couldn't stand it anymore and he began wiggle himself, her feet put and end to the thorough exploration above and made their way downwards.

How good it felt. Just like under the shirt before, her lower limbs tried to go over everything down there. Not without hindrance, though. To make more space, to provide access as much as possible, Klaus pushed his thighs wide, which didn't seem to be enough. He rose up as high as he could on his knees allowing even more freedom for those feet to roam around.

They were nicely firm and demanding rubbing his balls as well as rolling his penis; just as they had been against his upper body. Now that he hadn't the most comfortable posture, Klaus felt he had to find support for not to fall over, at the same time he felt the urge to answer her by moving his own middle section. So his hands ended up on Geertje's armchair on both sides of her buttocks while he literally fucked her feet.

Geertje herself had to be careful, otherwise the dick would have escaped from her grip. It took some effort, but she managed to keep her feet moving, thus making it a mutual interaction. Klaus didn't need to worry about how he would look like under Geertje's stare – if both of them were engaged in action, it wasn't humping. Nevertheless he was glad when it didn't take ages to reach the edge; then he straightened himself up and made the last few thrusts.

Soon his breathing had slowed down and he took the matter of cleaning her feet into his own hands. It was a nice addition for everything that had happened, so he didn't rush. Although he had shot off, feet were still awesome to play with. Slowly and steadily he made sure that they were cleaned through and through, swiping from ankles towards toes. It wasn't an accident that in the process those – untouched by his spunk until now – became smeared as well. Thus some time had to be spent on cleaning these pretty things and also inbetween.

It took some time, but eventually Geertje's feet were all clean. Just in case Klaus performed the final inspection with his tongue.

* * *

The pub was the same cozy place it had always been. Its location was the same, its interior was the same, so was the smell and lightning. The staff was the same as well. The staff… Klaus's inside felt a bit hollow thinking of Geertje. He didn't want to avoid her, he hoped she would be at work; he was excited and just a bit nervous of seeing her again.

There she was, beautiful as usual, even wearing her pearl anklet instead of her usual thin one. Seeing her, Klaus changed his initial plan quickly and went for a small pub grub instead of a beer or two at a bar. When they had parted last time, Geertje had hinted that maybe he should try their delicious food.

The blonde server suggested one particular table. For Klaus it didn't make much difference where to sit; the reason, however, became clear when Geertje took his order: 'Would you like my special offer with it?'

'Your special offer?'

'With no extra cost.' She had an unusual cunning smile on her face. When Klaus didn't answer at once, she added: 'For you only, something you didn't get last time.'

In that case he couldn't refuse. He had an idea and if he was right, the question was how it would turn out. Therefore, waiting for his meal to arrive was more than exciting.

Geertje brought the grub herself. Considering the matter there was no chance she'd let a runner to deliver it. Right after a completely ordinary dish landed onto the table, something lightweight was shoven in his hand.

'Enjoy!' With much lower voice the wicked girl added: 'Be careful! You are not sitting under a camera or anything, but… you know… there are other people around here.' With a sly grin she left.

There was one customer in the pub who had his elbows on the table and his head rested on his fists. Most likely he was deeply in his thoughts, so deeply that he paid only occasionally any attention to his dish. Now and then his shoulders followed his occasional heavy breaths. Everyone has better and worse days and a fairly separated pub table might be just the place to ponder over whichever issues.

Nobody could be blamed for having this idea when accidentally looking towards Klaus, although the notion was far from truth. He looked deep in weighty thoughs indeed, but his sad posture was his only chance to hold Geertje's used sock close to his nose.

Klaus wasn't especially interested in dirty or sweaty feet, but surely didn't mind some dampness. Likewise, having to choose between feet or socks, he preferred the former, but didn't reject the latter. And if he did have a sock in his hand, he definitely preferred the wearer's natural scent over whichever washing detergent or shoespray. A smelly sock had its value in kinkiness as well as in intimacy.

He thought briefly about a bathroom break. It would be doubly beneficial. He would get his relief in a very naughty way and should she ask her sock back afterwards, a friendly surprise might be there for her. He gave up the plan, however, after noticing sock cuffs peeking out of Geertje's shoes. She had put on another pair and most likely didn't care for the one in Klaus's possession to be returned, at least not at once. The dirty deed was to continue once he'll be home.

A spare pair of socks wasn't the only thing Klaus noticed. Her anklet was gone. Maybe she followed the rule that this kind of jewellery should only touch bare skin; wearing always no-show socks had made it possible, her spare pair with higher cut didn't allow it.

'How did your meal smell?' Geertje had suddenly appeared next to Klaus when the sock had finally found its way to his pocket and he had finished his food.

'Excellent! The best!'

There had been enough fun for the day. It wasn't worth to stretch the escapade, even at the bar with a beer as usual. On his way out, however, Klaus had to stop and stare at another server's ankles; just to realise that she wore indeed Geertje's pearls.