by Jules
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It was 3.00pm, Friday August 25th.
I arrived at the Dublin City Airport to take a flight to Rome. I was a little tired that day after doing a performance the night before in a show which I appear in at the Point Theatre in Dublin. Well my flight wasn't until 4:30pm, so I was here in plenty of time to check in my baggage and relax for a while. I would be performing again on Saturday night in Rome, so it would be nice arriving in Italy at about 6.20 pm there time--an hour behind Ireland yet only a 2 hour and 50 minute flight.
Well time soon went on by and it was time to board the plane. I made my way through the departure lounge and up to the plane. As usual, you are greeted by the airline staff who like to ,wish us all a good flight. Anyway, as I made my way threw the entrance of the doorway into the aircraft, I was greeted by this very handsome airline steward. At first I did not really get a chance to read the name on his badge as I was more interested in finding my seat. Well I seated myself down, put on my seatbelt and started chatting to a few of the other cast members I perform with in the show--you know the usual sort of chat like; was it going to be hot weather in Italy? I hoped the concert hall will be well ventilated and have good air conditioning.
Well the plane soon took off and we were soon in the air. Half way threw the flight the airline hostesses and this only male steward moved along the aisles offering drinks and snacks to everyone. I was soon approached by this male airline steward who, in a very polite and friendly accent, asked if I would like anything. I said "Okay! I will have a double whiskey and lemonade, to sort of loosen me up a little and help me to relax more."
As this steward leaned towards me with my drink, I noticed the name on his badge said "Marco". Well I then presumed he was Italian. I took the drink from him and noticed him smiling very sexily at me. Marco was a very attractive looking steward. He was about 5ft 11, very slender but quite muscular looking. He had such beautiful black combed-back hair with a slight wave in it, and a tan you would just die for. He had such beautiful blue eyes--a very unusual blue, but so nice.
Well as the flight went on, Marco moved back and fourth up and down the aisle of the plane. As he moved back and fourth I couldn't help looking at him because every time he passed he sort of starred at me with that so handsome smile of his and such even teeth that sparkled so white. I in return smiled back at him each time. He was wearing this most beautiful royal blue uniform with gold braiding on the sleeves, cuffs and collar. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and a black tie. At this stage I could not see what his footwear was like as I could not really see anywhere below his knees.
Well it was time now for the plane to touch down in Rome Italy. We re-strapped on our safety belts and the airline crew seated themselves and did the same. Also Marco sat two rows in front of me on the right side of the plane by the aisle. As the plane was landing, I couldn't help looking down at Marco's feet. He was wearing these beautiful toe capped tie shoes in black ... and you could have seen your face in those toe-caps as they were so shiny. Well I tried to get a little look at what color socks he was wearing. And from what I could see they looked like black ribbed dress socks. As I was looking, Marco looked back towards me and smiled again. I in return smiled back.
It was time now to leave the plane. As we left we were greeted again with,"Enjoy your stay".
As I was leaving Marco smiled at me. I was in such a world of my own that day that I wasn't really watching where I was going then all off a sudden I felt these oh so masculine hands grab me from behind and this voice saying so softly, "Oh! Watch your step because you nearly tripped yourself up",
It was Marco and I thanked him and left the plane. I was soon in the baggage collection area waiting for my baggage to come through. As I waited I thought to myself, "Why was this guy Marco looking at me so much throughout the flight?"
More and more I thought about him. I even began fantasizing about him ... imagining how great it would be to spend a hot night alone with him. And I kept thinking to myself, "Well if he is so handsome like that, then I bet he has real beautiful looking feet as well."
My blood-pressure started to rise thinking about him and my breathing became a bit irregular. I began to salivate the more I thought of what his feet may look like. Well then I thought that I'd better cut it out, for it was likely that I was never going to ever see this guy again. So I watched to see if my bags had arrived which they had and I collected them. As I was lifting my bags of the rack, I noticed Marco and the other airline staff arriving in this lounge. I glanced over to Marco and he waved his hand at me ... then went to one of the desks which I saw him lifting up a folder and briefcase.
Marco turned around to look at me again and I thought that I'd better not keep starring at him ... so I kind of looked away. All of a sudden Marco approached me. I was quite shocked, but also very VERY excited about this happening. Well I smiled at him and said "Thanks for the service you gave me on the flight Marco!".
In return Marco replied "No problem! So are you on holiday? and what is your name?"
I said "I am Jules by the way and no, I will only be here for four nights because I am a performer. A leading dancer in a show I will be performing in Rome"
Well we started chatting a while and Marco then told me that he was off duty for the rest of the day ... and that he was Italian and lived in Rome. He also mentioned how beautiful his country was, and how I would enjoy my stay here. I in return thanked him for his kindness. Then Marco said to me, "Do you smoke Jules?"
I replied "Oh no Marco! Not that I have a hatred for people who smoke, but it is not good for me to smoke being a dancer"
Marco replied, "Oh so sorry for saying that--I forgot about you dancing."
"Well I smoke," said Marco. "So would you like to come out to the car park outside here? You see I smoke and I am not allowed to smoke in here."
I in return replied, "Sure! but I cannot stay long because I have to get a taxi to my hotel."
"What hotel are you staying at Jules?" asked Marco.
I replied "Le Roma Scalla,"
Marco then offered to take me there. Once he had his cigarette we went outside and sat on a seat in the car park and chatted for a while. At this time I could feel my heart beat faster and faster by the minute and my blood racing around my body. I just couldn't keep my eyes of Marco's feet and around and around in my head the words "Marco I would love to see you take your shoes and socks off for me" kept repeating itself.
I then thought to myself, "I cannot really just come out and ask him that," so I will try something else. I turned to Marco, taking a deep breath of the beautiful perfume he was wearing and said, "I love the shoes you are wearing Marco! I really like the style of them." just to see how he would reply.
Marco just thanked me and said nothing else ... he then started in on another subject. I then said to him, "Is the leather very soft in your shoes, because I can't stand leather that is too rough"
Marco responded, much to my excitement, "Oh yes, Jules they are very soft Italian leather."
Before I could say anything, Marco untied the lace on his right shoe and slid it off then handed it to me to feel. I took Marco's shoe in my hand and pretended to examine the quality of it I then slid my hand inside, pretending that I was feeling the inside for comfort. But little did he know that I wanted to feel the warmth of his hot foot that had been inside them ... and also giving me a chance to look down at his black socked foot. I returned the shoe thanking him and said I must get some of them.
Marco then said we had better go to my hotel now so we left. As we were leaving, I told Marco that I had just needed to go to the toilet quickly and he said okay! I ran to the toilet, the reason being, was only to smell my hand--to get a whiff the fragrance that the inner of his shoe had left on me. And Oh boy! Ummmmmm I guessed his feet had such a wonderful smell, not bad but a nice perfume actually--a mixture between new leather with a slight hint of the perfume he was wearing and a little sweat. Very very sexy.
We got into Marco's car and headed for my hotel. Marco asked if I was doing anything later and I replied that I had a few things to sort out first. I then offered for him to come and have a drink at my hotel, which he accepted and said he would be there at 9.00 pm as he had to change his clothing first. We arrived at my hotel and I waved him goodbye--just reminding him that I would be waiting in the bar. I went to my room, sorted out my luggage, took a shower and began to dress myself for this occasion which excited me so much that I could not control the bulge in my pants. I couldn't help fantasizing about his feet!
I took a couple of drinks from the mini-bar in my room to relax me a little and sat waiting until it was time to make my way downstairs to the hotel bar. Time soon came around and I headed downstairs. Much to my surprise, Marco had just arrived and was heading towards the bar. He was dressed so handsome--wearing a navy blue blazer with gold buttons, a very crisp white shirt, and a gold and blue patterned tie which was very chic and looked very expensive. He was also clad in black pants and those beautiful toe-capped black shoes of his. I called his name and he turned and looked me up and down, complimenting me on my style of dress. I gave him a very nice compliment back. We sat chatting for a while, had a few drinks and I just could not help from smelling the most beautiful fragrance that his body gave off--that oh so sweet smell of his perfume along with the freshness of whatever he used to shower with.
As we talked I just could not help noticing that, every few minutes, Marco kept brushing his hand against my leg--as if he was brushing down some fluff from his pants. But he kept brushing my leg, making it look like an accident. However it seemed very obvious to me that these Italian guys like to touch all the time. Then half way threw a topic I was discussing with him, Marco stopped my conversation by asking me if we could go somewhere much quieter ... because the noise in the bar was starting to give him a headache. I asked Marco if he wanted to go to another bar, to which he replied that he'd had enough of bars for one night. So I asked if he would like to come up to my room ... to which he replied yes to without any hesitation at all.
As we got into my room, Marco quickly closed and locked my door. This was a shock to me, but was very sexy. Then he grabbed me and pushed me into a corner of the room. With one arm he pinned me into the corner and with the other he grasped hard at my groin. I was feeling so hot and sexual at this time and I felt SO excited inside. Marco pushed his mouth against mine and slid his hot,s weet tasting tongue into my mouth, thrusting it in and out each time. I was gasping for air and could hardly breathe. I had never felt so much passion in a man before.
Marco then said to me, "Take me Jules! Please! You want me don't you, because I want you so much, so please take me and do whatever you want with me."
I replied "Oh yes!" I really sensed Marco was gay somehow, but giving me an offer of doing what I liked to him was my real big chance to give those feet of his a really wonderful service!
I asked Marco if he would let me undress him ... in which he replied yes.
I sat Marco down on the bed and removed his jacket and tie--folding them carefully not to crease them. I then lifted up each foot of Marco's and removed each shoe one by one. I sniffed at the beautiful sweet fresh scent of each shoe before putting them aside. I lifted up Marco's right foot and started to manipulate it with my fingers and done the same with the other. I then pulled both his feet up towards my nose and coupled them to sniff at the wonderful fragrance that his black ribbed dress socks were giving off.
I then, one by one, removed each sock with my teeth. Oh my god! Marco had the most beautiful well kept feet I had ever seen! They were so clean, his toe nails were trimmed beautiful and he had hairs growing on the tops of each foot. I took each foot one by one to my mouth. I sucked each toe, one by one. In between each toe I licked ... and I sucked at his oh so juicy soles. I just went crazy. Like I was starving and hungered for his feet so much. Marco requested that he really enjoyed it and kept asking me to continue ... and I did!
Marco said I was full of passion, just like the Italian guys and offered to do the same on me though he said he had not done that before. Marco repeated what I had just done on him, stopping to ask me if he was doing okay each time and I said yes and asked him to continue also. As Marco was servicing my feet, he asked if I would keep my foot high enough for him to enjoy for a moment and I said yes. Marco then started removing his crisp white shirt, to reveal a beautiful hair lined chest--muscular and well tanned. He then proceeded in removing his pants to reveal such sexy black Calvin Kline boxers. I could see how sexual Marco had become, as I could see such a huge bulge in his boxers ... ready to rip them wide apart any minute!
Marco pulled me to my feet, unbuttoned my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. I stepped out of them before he slid my own boxers to the floor. He kissed me so passionately, again sinking his tongue so deep in my mouth as I slid down his boxers to reveal such a beautiful specimen. Marco grasped my cock and began to jerk it back and fourth as we stood up and I began to do the same on him. We then lay down on my bed. I pinned Marco to the bed and started exploring his body with my tongue. I began with his face, then neck, down over his hair-lined chest and nipples.
I then continued down each leg to begin again to service his feet so well. I then pulled both Marco's feet up in the air together and clasped them tightly. I slid my now wet cock between them--feeling the warmth of his feet on me. I began to thrust. Soon I felt so close, but stopped so I could continue for much longer. I repeated this action stopping each time before I could cum. Marco then turned over on his stomach. His soles were so nice and pink and fleshy that I had to start licking them so good again. I then began licking Marco down his spine to his ass. When I reached Marco's such beautiful tanned ass, he began to get on his hands and knees ... just waiting for me to take him so good. I leaned down, grasped his cheeks so wide apart and buried my tongue so deep inside off him, licking and sucking him so good. Marco began to groan softly and started to mutter such romantic Italian phrases, mixed with some English asking me to take him now. I knew he was now ready and waiting for me, because he had opened up now so well.
I kneeled up, pushed my cock between his cheeks and I was inside so deep, so warm, so passionate, so erotic. Marco asked me to fuck him so deep now ... so lovingly .. and to fill him up to overflowing. I thrust and thrust--he moaned and groaned. Then suddenly I cum so hard with an orgasm like I had never felt before. Spurt after spurt I filled him so deep, then Marco said "Don't stop Jules! Fuck me some more ... I love you inside me!"
I continued to thrust a little more, my cock still staying hard from the thought of his feet still in my mind. Then Marco grasped my cock so hard with his anal muscles and asked me to withdraw so slowly, because he enjoyed the feeling of my cum inside him. Marco then said it was his turn and he was going to repeat everything the same on me. And I enjoyed the feeling of his so huge, thick cock between the soles of my feet. Marco then added a few little extras of his own to what I had done to him. For instance he stroked my soles with his wet cock, he began to tickle my soles so much, until I had to laugh. Then I turned over to allow Marco to enter me.
Marco began with licking my ass so deeply--his tongue so hot and long that it was an enjoyment that lasted for ages. I then began to think, "Well I wonder if he has anything new to surprise me with."
I then heard Marco moving up. I thought to myself "Here goes Jules! This is really going to hurt, because this guy was some size maybe 10 inches and so thick and so beautiful!" But no ... instead I felt this so sexual feeling inside me. Marco took his foot and began to fuck me with his big toe in and out several times. This was now driving me so wild that I felt I could explode once more! Marco then knelt up behind me, and I closed my eyes in fear ... hoping he would be gentle with me. Then I slowly felt this built-up of pain inside me. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but yet again I didn't really know how deep he was inside me. I took my hand to feel his balls as he thrust me so gently, and I could feel he was fully inside me. I moaned and groaned with excitement and Marco did the same.
Marco stopped now and again--,because he said he wanted to last as long as possible. Then suddenly I felt this hot flush inside me which began to increase by his thrusts. Marco had filled me up so much that his cum started to leak from me. I then thought it was all over, but Oh how wrong I was. Marco then began licking my ass so deep again and moved to my feet each time. This night seemed like it would go on forever and I could well have accepted that.
We slept well that night, me lying with my face to his feet and he had his face to mine. When the morning came I awoke and, to my surprise, Marco was still here with me. He suggested we do this all over again before breakfast. He even told me that he had now learned that he had enjoyed my feet so much ... that feet were so erotic and gave so much pleasure that he would now give foot pleasure whenever he made love.
Well I performed that night in the show. A performance that got me so many applause and expected encores that whenever I performed in Italy again, I am sure to look up Marco ... because now I have his phone number.
