by Richard
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Last year I was transferred to New York by my law firm in Boston. Having grown up in New York City I was pleased to hear about the transfer. I was a little disappointed though when I heard the firm was on the island, Long Island. The pay raise and new opportunities however made it worth while. I bought a small cottage on the beach and decided to have it renovated, which turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made. After considering a few different bids I decided to go with a firm that seemed most consistent with my ideas. The next day the firm called and said David, the architect would meet me at the property.
The next day I went for a run on the beach and went back to the house to meet David. Just in case you are interested I am 35, into the gym, the beach and men's feet. As I returned to the house a gray Audi pulled up my drive. Out came David. David is 6'1" early 40's black hair, chiseled face real New York attitude and great body. I immediately noticed his black Gucci loafers, and gray flannel pants. We spoke for a while I reviewed his plans and then we went inside. Once in the house I noticed he tried to casually dust the sand off his loafers.
I said "you know sand will really ruin the shine."
He said I know but they didn't warn me you were on the beach.
Having only a couch and wing tip chair in the house at this point I asked him to sit down. Once seated I asked him to give me his shoe. He said "please don't worry"
I said "I have a cloth in the kitchen I would not mind cleaning them off"
Although he declined I said I was the client and he should not give me a hard time-especially at the start of our relationship. Reluctantly he removed each shoe. As each shoe came off he let out a gentle sigh. Saying they were really pinching his feet. Once the shoes were off I was greeted by two beautiful feet looking to be a size 11. I could tell by the imprint of his toes that his feet were sweaty. I immediately noticed the smell of leather as I went to pick the loafers up. Once in the kitchen I began to smell each shoe. The insides smelled of leather and sweat. I could tell by the damp foot imprint in each shoe that he had been wearing these for some time. I slowly put my finger into each shoe gathering the moisture on my hand. The smell was incredible and I wanted more!
After brushing the shoes off I returned to the living room. He was now on the couch with his legs extended out, feet crossed at the ankle. He had black Armani OTC socks on with a blue diamond print. His feet were filling the room with the leather odor I had just experienced from his shoes. I gave him his shoes and he began to put them on. I told him to keep them off if he were comfortable. He said it really wouldn't make a difference as his feet always bother him. We spoke for a while and I noticed he kept rubbing his feet together. Before leaving I told him I think he needed a good foot massage.
" No time for that in this market" he insisted- "time is money."
I knew it was now or never-what did I have to loose, I said "How about taking five minutes now?"
He said "I am fine really'" to which I replied your loss.
Our eyes sort of met and I think at this point we both knew where this was going. He said "well if you want to"
I said "one condition you have to totally relax."
With that he opened the top button of his shirt removed his tie and rolled up his cuffs. I removed my tank top and went to work. I sat at the edge of the couch, took his right foot and slowly started to massage his heel, than the sole than the ball of his foot. I heard him gently sighing. I than felt each toe through his sock. Gently I pulled each toe to remove the stress. His damp sock was now releasing from his foot. I than lifted his foot to my nose. The unmistakable smell of mansweat and leather was incredible. I held his foot by the heel as I tasted and smelled every inch of his beautiful feet. Now remember I was wearing Nike running shorts. My level of excitement was obvious.
I went for his left foot, he gently pulled away and softly said "take off your shorts."
Of course I complied. My jockstrap was filled with precum. I began to open his pants. He had white Calvin Briefs. He was as excited as I. I removed his pants, revealing two muscular, well defined legs in these beautiful socks. I removed each sock. Slowly I pulled the left sock down. Kissing his calf I began to explore his ankle with my tongue. I than started to lick the top of his foot. This drove him wild. He started stroking his cock. I pulled his briefs down revealing a beautiful cock. I watched him stroke his dick as I was licking his foot. I placed both feet together sucking both big toes. I removed my jock and began to stroke. He was moaning and in seconds we both exploded.
Needless to say I invite him out to the beach every so often and he seems more than willing to "cum"!
