I look across the lunch time crowd at Napoleon square and see him sitting there in the sunshine reading his afternoon paper. He cuts quite a figure of a middle aged business man who is slightly thick in the middle, but has the flair to wear a suit which becomes him and makes him seem more agile and youthful. Perhaps he is all that and I have judged him wrongly.
Oh, but it does not matter to me either way, for he is the man I want. More correctly, he is the man with the feet that I want. Oh yes I am an ardent admirer of men's feet, but connoisseur is closer to the actual truth. I choose them like fine wine and opening the bottle is at least half the thrill. I have watched this tall man stride across the square each day during an afternoon break and take up his spot. I estimate him to be 6'5" tall and weight perhaps 210lbs. Not that I believe him to be flabby around the middle, just thick. Perhaps he played sports as a young man and now is taking his leisure with the roses along the way.
So I get up, not being the shy type or ashamed of my love of him and his feet and make my way across the brick and stone space to where he is sitting next to a statute of a man on a horse. Everyone in town knows where you mean when you say "meet me for lunch under the horse's tail." I sit down next to him, but far enough away not to crowd the gentleman. And I take my first deep breath through my nose to smell him. Gently, as not to give away too much so soon, but I drink him in sure enough. I get a rich leather smell from the fine shoes he's wearing, but something more as well. I get an earthy robust masculine smell that has nothing whatsoever to do with cologne or deodorant. God, what a refined bastard he is. I look up at his face still tilted down toward the paper and see a small smile playing around his lips. I don't know why I should feel this way, but it seems that I have been caught in my purloining of his odor and I freeze in place as he looks up and straight into my eyes. Those eyes... sea mist green set off beautifully by the gray at his temple and a little bit of a twinkle around the wrinkle that adds a smile to them at the corner. "I am known as Andre my young friend, and I would much rather talk to you than finish reading this boring financial information I have been pretending to look at while you came over to sit with me." Holy jeeze, the voice matches the rest of him and with some to spare as well. He is owner of a rich basso that seems to vibrate against my chest with a feeling which shakes me to my core. I can only smile and nod as I answer, "well it is a fine sunny day to be talking to a distinguished gentleman like you. I am called Samuel and give you my hand in friendship to begin our discussion." I did just that and took his meaty hand firmly in mine to shake it in greeting. Well perhaps just to hold it for a moment while I memorized the mustache surrounding his well formed teeth. Then I look down at his shoes and estimated them to be size 15 before I ask, "What make of shoe are you wearing? They are finely crafted and look as if they would be extremely comfortable even on a warm day such as this one." I can't be sure I didn't actually raise one eyebrow when I looked back up, but his face showed surprise if no distain with the new turn of subject. "Why yes they are most comfortable and in fact are my favorite model. Would you like to look at one of them? I'm afraid they may be rather moist, but the smell of a well worn shoe has always been comforting to me so perhaps you won't mind either." I love European men.
"Oh no I would enjoy looking at one of them if you would be so kind as to allow me to remove it for you", I stated in a most bold and incomprehensible move for me. He smiled and nodded to his foot which was nearer me as he had crossed his right leg over at the knee and replied "be my guest young man, I enjoy your attitude of respect and your manners are most satisfactory where I come from."
I reach out to the lace end pulling the bow out of it as I put my hand behind the heal of the shoe and hold it firmly as I loosened the laces expertly before pulling down on the shoe and parting it from his rather large socked foot. They were very nice socks, gold toe dress socks actually and the moist smell of his foot did indeed move up immediately to my nose at which time the clock stood still for me and I lost myself in pretended consideration of his lovely leather shoe. I say pretend, for it can only be called that since I had my eyes on his big manly foot which I had so easily gotten access to. How was I to capture him for my pleasures and grease my libido with this lovely and gracious man? He actually solved my problem for me, much to my surprised delight. He spoke softly so as to avoid being overheard by anyone but us two as he cleared the way for my undoing. "I have an office just behind us that is much cooler for a conversation such as this one, if you can only give me my shoe back for a few minutes." I agreed with a respectful "thank you kind sir," as I put his shoe back on and tied it adroitly.
We left the square in companionable silence as he led the way with folded newspaper tucked under his arm and his free hand on the back of my shoulders just at my neck. Almost insolent in his familiarity, but with a kindly uncle sort of air to the gentle humor which seemed to ooze from his every poor. This was a very confident and well aware man of the world and I was wondering just what I had gotten myself up to as we entered his spacious private office. He latched the door behind us and beckoned to one of a set of rather comfortable looking leather chairs in front of his desk. As he sat down, putting his newspaper aside, he said in a velvety tone "I put myself in your capable hands Samuel. Do what you feel you must and you will make me a very contented man in the process I assure you."
At that point I dropped all pretense of interest in his shoes alone and knelt in front of him to put my nose to his sock encased ankle as I murmured my thanks to him. It was beyond anything I had yet experienced as I honored this lovely man. Removing his shoe I held his warm meaty foot firmly in place with both hands as I placed it sole first on my nose and lips. "You have such wonderful feet Andre sir dressed up in these beautiful socks as they are. And yet I long to remove the sock and pay tribute to your big manly feet if you would permit me with your kind indulgence. Now while is it is true that I am a foot piglet of indescribable depths, my mother taught me to speak my mind in respectful tones with any intelligent person with whom I was to have intercourse. "
A simple nod was all the answer I needed. As Andre leaned back and crossed his ankles on the ottoman between our chairs, I pulled off the other shoe and then both socks. His feet were well formed and muscular, with nails trimmed expertly and a bit of a pinkish skin tone to the meaty parts. Heaven was in my lap. I did lap actually, and kiss and suck and sniff these big feet of his with the hairy toes and more dark hair beginning just above the ankle. I looked up at my captive and saw a set of large hands folded above rather nice looking large salami outlined in this gentleman's suit pants. I also noted a rather intense look of arousal in those green eyes of his. "Andre you have already gifted me with so much pleasure and I am loath to incur your displeasure under any circumstances," I intoned. "Notwithstanding, it must be said that I but desire to honor and return your gift in equal measure if you will permit me to complete our conversation with a good measure of lip service." I actually planned to use my tongue as well, but why be obvious? "Samuel," he responded in that golden tone "I could not be more pleased to offer you the thing you so admire and long to feel the power of." So saying, he deftly unbuckled his belt unbuttoned his pants and unzipped revealing white boxer shorts and some lengthy tube straining the seams of his aforementioned undergarment.
As he reached into his fly to free both cock and balls, I marveled at the position I presently found myself in. And the smell of his manhood drew me forward from his feet to his jutting hairy member. Love was in the air and I got as much of it up my fevered nose as was humanly possible. Murmuring my ecstasy at intervals looking up to his intent smiling face, I worshiped at the altar of the mother lode of my affection and finally captured his hard prick in my mouth sliding back the foreskin as I lubricated it with saliva and my taste buds exploded again with sexual rapture. His oozing precum filled my senses beyond belief and I wanted more. Suddenly he stiffened and putting his large hands on each side of my head began pulling me up and down on his prong, ramming it as far to the back of my throat as possible before roaring and pumping multiple jets of sperm into my hungry mouth one after the other. Much to my amazement I chose that moment to come in my pants, never having freed my cock or even touched myself. I just remember the taste of him and the smell of his balls and pubic hair stopping any rational thought processes which could have been taking place before that righteous moment. Oh rapture! Where am I to go from here?