When I saw the lotion was marked “for guys who love feet,” I knew I had to buy it.
I awoke, slowly, to the brilliant morning sun filtering softly through the blinds, my muzzy brain trying clumsily to sort dream from reality. But then I shifted slightly and felt my four bare feet rub against each other, and I knew that reality now surpassed all dreams.
With a quiet, satisfied sigh, I flexed my four legs and sent my four feet out, smiling as I felt them mingle with Rick's six. Rick stirred and suddenly began moving his six feet among and around mine, making me draw in a long, unsteady breath as I felt all the heels, soles, and toes brushing and caressing one another.
Then Rick, with some effort, heaved his muscular six legged body up and turned around to greet me with a morning-bleary smile, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Hey there, Four-Legs,” he said, his voice sexily low and rough.
I grinned back and began to rub my two left feet up and down two of Rick's legs.
Rick let out a grunt of satisfaction, which triggered a giant yawn. He reached up to rub the sleep out of the corner of his eye… with a big toe!
I froze, my feet halfway up two of Rick's calves. Rick, blinking, took a moment to realize before joining me in stunned, wide-eyed amazement. Rick's hands had become another pair of his beautiful feet!
One lay on the bed, resting on its side where Rick was propping himself up with his elbow. The other, arrested in its trip back from Rick's eye, he held in mid-air, staring at it in wonder, slowly turning his wrist to examine the heel, the beautifully smooth sole, and the five tantalizing toes.
“I guess,” said Rick, with a growing smile, “they weren't kidding about the hand washing.”
I laughed and reached out to clasp the wristfoot between my hands, almost reeling at the feeling of its strong, masculine structure, its smooth, handsome shape, its five sexy toes between my palms. “They're beautiful.”
Rick suddenly pulled his wristfoot free and swung his three right legs over me, trapping my four legs beneath the prison of his six, and, planting his left wristfoot in the pillow beside my head, slowly dragged the big toe of his right wristfoot down my chest and abs. I shivered involuntarily, lurching into the deliciously teasing contact, as all twenty of the toes on my four feet flexed wildly as my four legs shifted against each other and his six and my two cocks instantly rose to drooling hardness.
“So,” asked Rick, grinning at me as his wristfoot toe caught at my navel, “where's the rest of that lotion?”