"Pepper"
by Anonymous
My friend Pepper is an African American female with a
short cute pony-tail, 20-years-old, 5feet2 tall, and about 115 lbs. with a
caramel complexion and tiny size 4 feet with great wrinkly soles and incredible
sweet arch. I'm 5feet9 with a moderate tan, black hair, 178 lbs.
and am 23-years-old. Two years ago, when I first met her, we went to the
beach together. There were 8 of us total (basically our mutual friends) and when
the sun was about to go down we all sat about talking, sitting on beach towels.
My friends were very curious as to me and Peppers' relationship, but they dared
not ask. It was at this moment that, while they started to message the feet of
the girls with them, I began to message Peppers' feet. They were soft all over,
corn and callous free and I began to get excited very quickly. It was fortunate
for me that we all had a big laugh and Pepper was a true lady about it. She was
acquiescent then, but Pepper and I were only friends. I always understood that
and I was very curious about her from the start. But Pepper was not interested
in me that way. I knew that, but it was good that she never revealed it to the
others.
Well one day I asked Pepper out to the park, but the day was hot
and we did not stay long. When we came in Pepper and I discarded our sandals
(she had flip-flops), we drank some lemonade and ate a light lunch and watched
tv at my apartment. Relaxed, we soon went into a quick sleep. I awake first and
judged by the clock that we've been sleep about 30 minutes or so. There was
Pepper, laying on the love seat with her back to me and her face toward
the back of the seat. My attention went directly to her feet.
I got off
the couch slowly without a sound and went over to her on my knees. She breathed
deeply...still asleep. Then I went down to her feet. Laying on her right-side
her right sole was more accessible in all its wrinkled glory. I sniffed her sole
deeply but quietly and did not smell much. Then I put my lips to that foot and
tasted the salty, once-sweaty surface, letting my tongue snake-out the creamy
soft crevices under her toes. Immediately I caught a woody. I gave her a foot
licking that I would never forget. First under the toes, then the pink area
about the ball of her foot, then in the softness of her deep little arch and on
to her heel. I got a good lapping in before she began to stir and scratch her
right foot with the toes of her other. I backed away just in time. Soon she
returned to sleep (or so I thought). I began to ooze heavily.
When
she was sated in a peaceful state, I tongued her left foot vigorously. I licked
the pinkish area of her heel, leaving wet spots all over her creamy
chicken-white sole and under her soft buttery flavored toes -- so much that she
had to flex her foot a couple of times. With the texture of her foot, I knew it
must've tickled her as I used my tongue to feather her sole, and each time I
darted away. Then she repositioned so that her foot laid off the edge of the
couch. That's when I took those dainty toes and sucked them. Each one I sucked
as if it was a freeze-pop in the heat of the summer sun. Each one I enjoyed the
juices of her foot flavor sapping on my tongue, slurping my tongue between every
single toe and swallowing the juices as if I was afraid to miss something. Her
toe nails were short and clean. I made a couple of smacking sounds along the way
and was pleased that she was so exhausted from her stroll in the park that she
did not even wake.
Then she exchanged the position and I got to the
other foot. I had been thinking some really crazy thoughts about other things to
do to Pepper by now, but I heard a voice from nowhere and knew who it
was.
"Craig?" she said. With her toes still in my mouth I muttered sloppily,
juices dripping to the floor, "Yes?"
"What are you doing?" she asked. She was
still laying on the couch facing the back of the love-seat, but her voice
assured me that she was very much awake.
"Nothing," I told her.
"It feels
like you're... suckng my toes," she hasitated.
Well, the gig was up. All that
I could do was lick the drippage from her soles and toes and for some reason she
did not resist, though she glanced back to look at me. Then I caught a hint of a
smile. As embarrassed as I was, I was at the same time relieved. When she laid
her head back she said, without reservation, " You might as well finish what you
were doing. " But I could not. It was not the same somehow. I managed to get in
a few last licks on her foot and she wiggled her foot in amusement. We had an
exchange and she wondered what else I would've done, but I could not say for
sure. But when I asked her how long she's been awake she just said "long enough
to feel your tongue tickling the bottoms of both my feet."
That
afternoon I got a good foot licking on her feet when she emerged from the
shower. (We did not shower together, nor ever seen each other nude). She lay
there and let me polish them with my tongue, putting her feet all over my face
and feeling the woody in my crouch with the free foot. Every once in while we
got together and did this. Soon we started to fade and now I only contact her by
email since she live in North Carolina now. I miss Pepper like a rock, and I'll
always love her. I don't believe she ever betrayed our little secret. I wish
there was more Peppers in the world.