Feet Make Friends Ch. 04

'Thirsty or horny?'

Despite what had happened, Klaus didn't actually expect this kind of bold greeting from Geertje right after stepping into the pub. Even after all the kinky amusement, it was a bit surprising. Appealing, nevertheless. And he was both – thirsty and horny.

It didn't take too long when they had arranged the next meetup. At this moment between two of them, but as Emilia would be with time on her hands as well, they were probably about to spend good time all together. Clothing for outdoors, as Geertje said, and for the particular day nice weather was to be expected.

Klaus showed up early as usual. Not only that he could be sure he wasn't late for any stupid reason that may arise on the way, he also could have a few final thoughts and get mentally prepared. Geertje had hinted – at least he had taken it so – for a chance of footjob last time as Klaus hadn't had a proper release for a while, yet they were about to meet outside. Not even at some secluded place, but right at a busy pedestrian street… Although there was a row of seats he could have laid his arse onto, he paced back and forth.

Two very familiar figures appeared from afar, one with light blonde and another with even lighter hair. The sun was more or less behind Klaus, so he didn't have to squint. While Geertje had a top with shoulder straps and wide trousers, which left the bottom halves of her legs bare, Emilia's shorts and blouse showing some cleavage hid way less. Emilia was indeed about to join them. Or was it maybe Klaus who was to join the girls who had, after all, met earlier and were now picking him up?

As the girls got closer, they appeared to be pretty excited. Overly excited, maybe. Something had definitely happened, unless, of course, they had been scheming. The latter wouldn't have been too bad, most of the ventures so far had been pretty bold and at least Geertje definitely didn't lack somewhat unusual ideas.

Klaus noticed that this time they were both wearing anklets. Geertje's heavier pearl one, well known to him already, looked great with her flats and so did Emilia's thinner one – the one he hadn't seen before – with her flimsy sandals.

'Do you like it?' Emilia's question left no doubts that she had noticed where his gaze had landed.

'Not bad. Catches the eye.'

'Ooh, did you hear it, Gertie? It drew his eyes away from my toes.'

Klaus looked instantly upwards and he couldn't avoid thinking for a moment how much he loved Emilia's parted lips forming a wide smile on her face. Just for a brief moment as Geertje almost pushed him onto the bench and set herself at his side.

'Guess what Emmie wanted to do with it?'

Klaus didn't even bother to guess, he let her tell the story right away. Geertje had dropped by Emilia's place to take her along. Emilia herself had bought herself her own anklet and along with the anklet she had gotten an idea that it might also have a practical value – aside from teasing Klaus – if she'd attach her apartment key to it. Yes, the piece of jewellery wasn't the most fragile and would have remained intact, but the plan would have still been awful. The naughty minx hadn't considered it too much of a problem since she had been sure Klaus wouldn't mind undoing it before a goodbye hug.

'Right?' Emilia dropped a quick question.

'Anyway,' Geertje continued her story. Only when she had familiarised Emilia with the kinky concepts of having a key hanging there, the initial plan had been thrown aside. In his mind Klaus agreed that it had been wise to give up the idea.

'Of course, we wouldn't keep you chaste,' put Geertje the end to the story. True, they didn't, but the last time had been promising until he had been left a bit… disappointed.

Now it was, however, time to go. Geertje wrapped her hands around his left arm and Emilia grabbed his right, dragging him along.

'Where are we going?'

'You'll see, I have a plan for you… us,' said Geertje. Their destination actually didn't matter for Klaus, as long as they had plans for him… or them. That hinted clearly at some fun with feet, maybe even for a long-awaited release by a footjob.

He let them drag him along. It surely felt great to be embraced by these beauties. Even though their grip loosened up, they didn't let him go from their grasp. Who would want to escape from this kind of escort anyway? Now and then open-toed sandals, if not even flimsier, footwear was seen on the streets among flats and trainers…

Geertje's voice awoke him from his reverie: 'Did you just check out their feet?'

Really? He was with Geertje and Emilia and still… On the other hand, in their presence he didn't actually have to worry about it.

'No, why, did it look like that?'

'You totally did,' affirmed Geertje. 'Right, Emmie?'

The other blonde on Klaus's right side didn't argue, although she seemingly hadn't noticed. Klaus didn't hope for a second that she'd take his side, but it was fine – it was nice to be under this kind of attention, there was finally somebody who could be trusted, who knew and even cared.

'So, were these feet hot?'

'Did you want to liiick them?'

Klaus was asked two questions simultaneously.

No, those had not been his first preference, he had seen better ones, actually a way more beautiful feet were pacing on his left and on his right. And no, he didn't want to liiick each and every foot. However, he could maybe finally find out how obvious his gaze had been. Even though both of his consorts knew about his kink and therefore he didn't expect a fully objective judgement.

The exaggerated reply that it's easier to miss thunderstorm and rain in the middle of a grassland than his ogling wasn't useful indeed.

'But keep doing it, we don't mind. The more you perv on, the hungrier you are for our toes afterwards. Right, Emmie?' Geertje winked at Emilia.

'As long as you look and don't touch.'

Klaus saw a chance to bring up one of the issues of their relationship: 'So, we're dating in a way? I assumed we were… let's say… good acquaintances with certain benefits…'

His remark was aimed at Emilia, but it was Geertje who tightened her grip around Klaus's arm. Not too much, but still enough for her words to have more weight – if they do these kinds of things behind each other's backs, things might drift arseways. Not necessarily, but it would still be wise to talk these things through. For example, she hadn't even thought of letting anyone else's hands or tongue near her tootsies. Geertje reminded Klaus that their situation was different from what it had been right in the beginning. Of course, her own conscience was far from being clean, otherwise Emilia wouldn't be with them. Anyway, they could go back to the basis of rub-rub-lick-lick-suck-suck, but this way they'd be most likely apart soon.

A few steps or more were taken in silence. Before girls' hands fell off of Klaus's, he asked: 'And between us? When one of you is, for example, working or…?'

'Even more so.'

'I believe if I am not around, it wouldn't be an issue?' Klaus's statement was clearly a joke and luckily Geertje didn't misunderstand it. 'Of course not, silly,' her fingers sank into Klaus's ribs. 'Emmie's lips stay well away from my toes!'

Klaus had to escape when Geertje poked him longer and deeper this time. After regaining his balance and turning around he saw Emilia with puckered lips and bent from the waist, side-glancing towards him.

'Let's just get to this later. I'll go and get us some food. You two wait here!'

It was a nice little grocer's shop, not far from them, toward which Geertje headed. Making the way casually closer to the entrance Klaus went quickly through his head if there was something to discuss between them, but nothing came to his mind. He also stole a few glimpses of Emilia's toes, but it was way more difficult now when her attention wasn't drawn to something particular. If she'd noticed him doing it too often, that would be too much.

Besides, she had other nice physical traits, even lots of those. Her legs, long and lean, rose upwards until her thighs disappeared into shorts covering her bum. Not too much higher her cleavage was visible. Just a little bit of the fabric of her bra peeked out. How perky would her titties be without the support…?

Geertje returned. Klaus could have sworn there was some flush on her cheeks as if she'd done something or thought about something while shopping.

'Smell!' she said and opened a box with strawberries. Fresh, juicy, ripe.

Emilia asked about the other thing she had gotten. Seeing a can of whipped cream, she couldn't hold a reproval back: 'Gertie, really?' A mock reproval as her voice gave away.

They went on. Klaus really missed being held and dragged along. It certainly had been a bit unusual, but really cool, being led by two hotties. Now the girls, chatty with each other, rushed a few steps ahead and the box of strawberries along with the can of whipped cream was left for him to carry. At least Klaus could peek at their legs and ankles, Emilia's heels as well.

Emilia's confident, yet fawn-like, pacing was hot, it reminded Klaus of her few barefoot steps only a few days ago at Geertje's place. However, there was something missing, it wasn't the same with her footwear on.

Most of Geertje's legs were covered, but the wide trousers couldn't hide the graceful sway of her hips. Her now and then bent elbows allowed arms to hang so… homely.

And their team-symbol anklets. When Klaus's gaze lingered on those longer, some anxiety crept into him. It seemed as if these pieces of jewellery were giving away their secrets, despite that no one could know which kind of fun they had had and likely were about to have pretty soon again. At least there was no key hanging.

The three of them had reached the riverside where people used to hang out whenever the weather allowed. So this was the place they were about to spend their quality time.

The girls noticed that he was trailing them, broke off their conversation and Klaus found him in their grip once again. Emilia dragged from his wrist while Geertje shoved him from behind. It was a bit sudden, but he managed not to let their lunch slip from his hold. The can would have, of course, survived the fall, the strawberries not so much. 'Quickly, before anyone else gets there first,' encouraged Emilia when they made their way hastily past the people towards a quiet spot on the outskirts nobody had claimed yet and most likely didn't land up directly nearby.

Emilia was the quickest to get rid of her sandals and to take a seat on a soft grass. Knees bent and supporting herself from behind with her hands she gazed upwards, the look on the face made it clear that she had found her spot. Geertje didn't bother to kick off her flats and by the time Klaus had put down his load she was already sitting and hugging her knees.

The box of strawberries and the can of whipped cream stood invitingly in the middle of the triangle.

'Neither of us is wearing socks, so this is the best you'll get today,' declared Geertje.

'Speaking of socks, last time I had to go home without,' complained Emilia. 'My feet are not fully healed yet.' When the other two looked at her, confused, she pointed to a single teeny-tiny reddish mark on her toe: 'See!'

'It seems your sandals might be to blame,' came Geertje's assessment. 'But anyway, it isn't something strawberry juice and whipped cream wouldn't fix.'

Geertje reached for a strawberry, placed it carefully on her friend's toes and asked Klaus if he'd provide the further care. No, there was nobody looking at them, she assured, catching his hesitant glimpse around.

True, unless someone deliberately stared towards them or happened to pass by, they were safe. Some caution was, of course, crucial.

Emilia herself didn't take the role of an idle princess. When Klaus lowered himself, her foot rose and met his lips in the middle.

'We forgot this,' Geertje shook the tube in his hand with a provoking smirk when the first strawberry had disappeared. She placed another sweet berry on Emilia's toes and pressed the dispenser head. As always, the first splotch turned out to be a bit larger than she expected. It didn't cover the whole foot, far from it, but Klaus also couldn't remove it with one single attempt. Having to wander around a bit longer with his lips and tongue was more thrilling than he would have thought.

The girls didn't forget themselves, except that they used their fingers to bring those juicy treats to their lips.

Now that all three of them were casually sitting together and having fun, Klaus had to endure some on-topic interrogation. Experiences? Girlfriends? Experiences with girlfriends? He explained that in a romantic relationships feet had unfortunately been left aside. Of course, many girls do like a casual foot massage and sometimes the lips assisting his fingers hadn't been a disaster, but the opportunities had arisen seldom. After all, Emilia should remember from their meetup on the park bench that even if they like it, they still might think of it as awkward.

'Oh, shut up and eat!' Emilia squeezed a strawberry halfway between her toes. 'Give me the dispenser!'

This time it took Klaus more effort to get the treat. Emilia's toes fought back, but eventually had to let go of the berry, which had been intact just a moment ago. He felt hollow inside realising he hadn't checked if anyone had accidentally been looking towards them.

The discussion drifted briefly back to their current affair. Geertje suggested they should let each other know as early as possible if something might affect their situation. Not by any protocol nor checklist, of course, they're all sensible adults.

The other blonde had meanwhile set a few strawberries on the removed lid lying next to the container. By the time Geertje finished her thought, one of those was already gripped between toes without the help of hands. When Klaus was swallowing the juicy bite, Emilia explained that grabbing those like that straight from the box would be nasty.

'I still haven't heard exactly what did you two do before the special offers of our pub became available,' Emilia brought the topic back to their relationship. So far Geertje had been really vague in that matter, she hadn't been very keen on telling it behind Klaus's back. Klaus himself thought he wouldn't have been pissed if she had, but on the other hand, if Emilia had come to him with the question, he also wouldn't have thought to be proper telling that Geertje had gotten him off with her feet.

'Footjob,' said Geertje. Both her and Klaus's gaze fell on Emilia.

'I knew it!'

Well, she hadn't exactly known it, but she had been sure that something kinky had taken place, as she clarified.

'So you saw his…?' she turned to Geertje, who gave a sly nod.

Klaus didn't mind listening to their discussion about the matter. There wasn't actually too much to tell anyway. It didn't take long to go over the most important details – the size, shape, whether he had been shaven or not down there – and to confirm that Geertje's feet had eventually indeed been covered with something white and sticky. And that Geertje herself had remained decent, only her feet had been bare.

'Hey, you still have your flats on,' Emilia pointed out that Geertje hadn't gotten rid of her footwear.

'Would you…?' Geertje turned to Klaus and gave a nod with a wink towards her shoes.

Klaus was happy to slip those off her feet after a few quick glances around. Despite that he had played with those no less than with her friend's, he still felt that he had somehow gotten way more acquainted with Emilia's feet. Now it was a chance to pay some attention to Geertje's again. Oh, goody! One after another he slipped off the flats, his fingers brushing over her anklet and slightly sweaty soles a bit longer than necessary. Geertje noticed it, but it wasn't, of course, an issue.

Nor was an issue his hardening member. When those feet were completely free from their confinement and Geertje blissfully spread her toes, his shaft grew even more and his trousers couldn't hide the erection from Emilia, whose mouth parted and eyes became as if glued to the bulge. When Klaus noticed her gaze, his dick twitched even further.

'Someone is glad to see his sweethearts again…'

'No wonder, it's been a while,' dropped Geertje her own opinion.

'Will you take it out?'

Emilia was just messing with him, Klaus thought. She was maybe eager to see what she had missed so far, but surely had to be aware where exactly they were. Yet, by now the ground was prepared for another footjob by all means and he had to push things forward. The prospect of not getting any again wasn't appealing, yet his proposal to move somewhere secluded was opposed by Geertje: 'We haven't finished eating.'

Normally, what else could anyone want… He was enjoying himself under the warm sun with two hotties, he didn't even have to lift a finger to be fed… However, there was some unfinished issue between his legs. Well, yes, Geertje had sort of promised it last time they were saying goodbye in her place, but was the plan really still on? Luckily, now Emilia was also interested in some advancement, she wasn't about to give up the chance to see his private parts.

He watched how Geertje balanced a strawberry on her own toes and reinforced the installation with a white blob of cream. It had been fun to playfully fight with Emilia's toes over the treat, but how would this somewhat sweaty bite taste? By now the soles might have been dried, maybe, but there still had to be some extra flavour.

He wasn't into smelly feet, but as he had perceived with socks, some odour was a fine addition, it felt in a way more intimate. Maybe he should ask her sometimes in the future not to wash her feet, just to try it out of curiosity… For a second his dick pressed itself harder against his trousers.

A few more strawberries disappeared. Not only into Klaus's mouth, although it seemed that the girls left him a few extra. If only they had more privacy; the endless need for awareness of surroundings was annoying, especially when it wasn't one quick mouthful. Yet, more than that someone might accidentally see what they were doing, Klaus was worried that they might not get any further for any unexpected and stupid reason. And if they linger too long, they might realise at some point that the right moment has passed.

The fear appeared to be superfluous. Emilia brought up the matter that if Klaus gets off like that – she rubbed her feet a few times against each other – what the other two as sensible adults should do.

'Nothing, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sucking your toes so eagerly that you'll finish.'

Apart from Geertje's joke, really, what should they do? So far Klaus had been content even with the prospect that his new friends can see his and he cannot see theirs, neither their fannies nor boobs, he had taken it as it is from the start. Emilia's question sounded like mere teasing, but he wasn't completely sure, maybe she indeed felt some tingling down there. Geertje, trying to determine the foundation of their relationship, possibly had pondered upon it. Did she see some solution in longer run. She was unlikely willing to give footjobs without anything in return forever. Well, not that she'd given a lot of them so far.

If everything had stayed between Klaus and Geertje from the start, they wouldn't be in their current friends-with-foot-benefits triangle. That didn't mean, of course, that Emilia was a fifth wheel, far from it.

Not all of these were Klaus's original thoughts. His assessment formed out of his own views as well as partially listening to his companions while also sharing his attention with strawberries, toes and surroundings.

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'Hurry up! Eat the last ones quickly and then…,' Geertje moved her feet to and fro as if rubbing along an imaginary rod.

Emilia grabbed the remaining two berries with her toes, maybe a bit too hastily and Klaus had to be quick to lick the trickles along her arch and even her heel. Geertje shrugged and, with no berries left, fed him only some cream. Cleaning their feet took a bit longer than before, especially if Klaus greedily brushed his tongue a few more times than necessary over their limbs. Once more, none of them had paid attention to the surroundings, but now it really wasn't a problem – they were already leaving and pretty hastily.

Emilia made a futile effort to clean her feet against the grass before putting on her sandals, Geertje didn't bother and grabbed her flats along with the can of remaining whipped cream. Klaus took the empty box and they were on their way to the woods nearby.

Going past the people who had lounged closest to them, Klaus's heart pounded fast and hard. He was sure too much attention hadn't been drawn, but even if they hadn't noticed, he knew what had taken place. After all, he was following girls with anklets, one of them barefoot with a whipped cream tube and a little white speck still between her toes.

But… it was exciting. It actually was great that they hadn't chosen too secluded place from the beginning. One just couldn't say no to this kind of thrill. Geertje was good at planning naughty activities, but it wasn't possible to tell how much of it was premeditated and how much was winged; in the end it wasn't so important anyway.

They had made their way into the woods. Maybe the amount of bushes or other undergrowth was a bit lacking, but it was balanced by nicely uneven terrain and the fact that hardly anyone wandered off there.

Even though the trio hadn't been running, Geertje's words after finding a suitable place to sit down didn't flow freely: 'Take it out, Emmie is dying to see it.' Klaus himself didn't breathe steadily as well and his hands, out of anticipation, were far from being sure-footed while fumbling with the trousers. Finally having a footjob was, of course, only part of the reason. The thrilling picnic and passing those few people afterwards had heightened his senses. And, on top of that, Emilia was about to observe it.

At least it had been an initial idea. After Klaus had managed to lower his trousers and had some encouragement by a few nudges against the bulge on his underpants, Emilia made Geertje move over. That feisty minx…

By the time Klaus's cock sprang out, she had already gotten rid of her footwear.

At first Emilia touched it carefully with her toes, but with each and every second her courage caught up with her enthusiasm. She pushed it upwards against his belly, after playing briefly with his balls using the other foot, she already tried to find the best way for embracing his member in between. The first attempt failed, but after that his cock felt the soft rhythmic brushing.

Damn, that felt good, almost without pressure, just brushing along the shaft. Klaus thought that he wouldn't last long, but not knowing how much reserves Emilia's muscles had he didn't actually try to hold himself back as well. Of course, Geertje would take over, but still… So he let the arousal grow. Just a bit more…

Emilia's full attention was on her footwork. Or maybe on Klaus's member, there was no way to tell apart. Geertje, however, allowed her eyes to wander off of the spectacle and caught his gaze. Almost there. For a brief moment Klaus gave a side-glance towards her foot. Most likely the little spreading of toes he noticed wasn't accidental. When Emilia's feet became coated with something else than whipped cream, Klaus earned Geertje's wink.

'Eww, my feet are all sticky now.'

Her gaze fell on Klaus, smiling: 'Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.'

She turned back to Geertje: 'Eww…'

It wasn't, however, a real expression of disgust. Her face had joy all over as if she had accomplished something. She flexed her feet to and fro and bent those sideways, like looking for a chance to wipe them against vegetation.

Geertje stopped her: 'Don't worry about that. Just sit back and enjoy.'

She had indeed prepared for the occasion as she handed Klaus a small pack of wipes: 'Would you?' Of course, Klaus was glad to do it, but he used one to wipe himself first in order to pull up his trousers beforehand. It wasn't wise to be half-naked longer than necessary.

After setting himself comfortably on the ground he got to work. Carefully, as the tissue supply was limited and he really wanted to do a good job on Emilia, who had lost her foot-virginity… so to speak. Now she sat and leaned against a tree, observing lazily how her feet were taken care of.

Klaus thought briefly about putting his tongue to use as well, but gave up the idea pretty much at once. It was, after all, a step forward in the kinkiness-scale. He also liked the still faintly lingering taste of strawberries in his mouth and didn't want to mix it with anything.

By the time most of the wipes had found their way to the empty container which formerly had held the juicy treats, the feet were perfectly clean. Klaus rose from his comfortable recumbence to have more freedom and reached for the last piece of tissue paper. After a light dusting over Emilia's feet he held it from the ends, going back and forth between her toes.

Emilia might have been a bit carried away; either she had been deep in her thoughts or just enjoying the sweeping of her sensitive skin. Klaus had finished with her first toe gap and had slid the improvised rug into the next one when the girl jerked her foot away and jumped up: 'You, idiot!'

'What?' Klaus couldn't hold back the grin and Geertje seemed to be equally amused.

Emilia only pushed her tongue out of her mouth as a reply and began to put on her sandals.

Klaus and Geertje got up as well. It had been fun, but now it was time to depart. Klaus was, of course, content – he had finally gotten another footjob. What else could he wish for? Chance to get intimate in the usual way? Realising that he wanted it indeed – after all, both of them were beautiful and fun to talk to – was sort of disheartening. Considering what they had discussed and also on a logical basis, it wasn't about to happen. It wasn't, however, time to ponder over it too much at the moment. It was time to enjoy the beautiful warm day. Maybe even time to drop in some pub for a quick beer on the way home.

They were back among people and before the goodbye hugs Geertje decided to reveal what had happened with Emilia's socks.

'No, don't tell me, after all of this I really don't want to know!' Yet, she wasn't against the idea of Geertje getting her a new pair.