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On the swings

Fiction by Pierre Bougie alias Snolyn ©

It is a beautiful and warm day as we come out of High-School. Wearing our pleated skirts, white blouse, white knee-high socks and low heel shoes, Linda and I head for the park. Studying isn't on our minds as the dry warm air that caresses our skin invites us to play outside instead.

Linda acts like a little girl, although she is eighteen, and cries out for me to join her as she runs towards the swings. I can only laugh at her attitude and happily follow behind. As soon as she reaches the playground area, she drops her books and immediately sits on the wooden plank, which is solidly held in place by two long cables running up to an horizontal metal bar. As this one, there are three more swings which all look very inviting.

Linda pulls at the ropes, stretching both her legs forward, her feet pointed. Her back arched and her head thrown backwards, she begins a series of to and fro motions that take her higher and higher each time!

- Hey Lisa! Try and beat me...
- Just wait!

I put my own books down and sit at the swing right next to Linda's. I pull at the ropes with strength and begin my series of thrusts by bending the knees on the backward move, then stretch out my legs as high as possible on each forward run. I soon reach Linda's height and we both laugh our hearts out in this no winner competition.

We eventually slow down, as those efforts make our heads spin. Swaying slowly now, I relax my leg muscles and in doing so, my shoes slip and both my heels become exposed. In an effort not to lose my little black patent ballerinas, I fan the toes and curl them up inside the vamps to hold my shoes which almost fall off every time I am on a backward motion...

- Linda, I'm going to lose my shoes...!
- What?
- Look at my feet, I can't keep my shoes on!
- What a great idea!

Linda arches both her feet as she is on her backward swing and I see her round fleshy heels slip out of her leather prisons. Then, as she pulls at the ropes in another forceful thrust, she gracefully points the toes towards the sky. Reaching the peak of her stroke, both her flat shoes are propelled off her feet and start to fly into the air, spinning many times before they finally hit the luxuriously green grass below!

- Hey Lisa! Try and throw yours further!
- I wouldn't risk it.
- Oh, come on!
- OK, Here goes...

Being competitive by nature, I agree to try and beat the distance. So I begin a new series of thrusts, hoping to reach a better height than Linda's. As I accelerate through these swings, I try and put my shoes back on, helping myself with the other foot to push each heel back inside the cups. But it isn't as easy at it may seem, since I am wearing slippery opaque white nylon socks that come up to below the knee. These socks are very silky and my shoes easily slip off my feet, which I adore. Because during the long hours of sitting at my desk during class, I really like to have my feet take a little fresh air. Crossing the ankles under my chair, my shoes slip off easily and fall to the wooden floor, each time making a peculiar sound that gives me away. But when we are in class, that doesn't really matter, as most of the girls shed their shoes in this manner!

But at this precise moment, I really don't want to lose my ballerinas before I reach the ideal height to make me win this challenge. I am thus clenching the toes at the insoles so that I can hold onto them, but I have with great difficulty.

When I finally reach what I assume to be the greatest of my forward swings, I let my heels slip out and thrust both feet forward just before I get about two thirds of the way. Toes pointed, the leather slips with ease along my silky socks and both shoes are propelled high, forcefully thrown into the air! I watch them spin as did Linda's earlier. Then, gravity takes care of them and brings them down to the ground, where they bounce and tumble many times. They finally come to a rest close to one another, both upside down. I win!

Linda cries Bravo! to me and slows down until she finally stops swaying. She then throws herself off the board and slowly walks towards our abandoned shoes. I am still in movement and look at her walk on the bare earth at the foot of the swings, then on the green grass further away. Her white cotton socks quickly become dirty! With each of her steps, I notice how the soil accumulates to her magnificent soles. Linda finally reaches her own shoes but doesn't put them on. She picks them up and goes on a little further to get mine. She turns back and heads over to me.

- Your socks are really dirty, Linda!
- Yes, I saw them. Remain seated, I'll bring your ballerinas so you won't dirty your feet like mine.
- Thanks! That's very kind of you.
- I'll be the only one with black soles!

As she arrives in front of me, my swing has come to a halt and I extend my right leg forward so that Linda can put my shoe on my foot. To my great surprise, she brings my ballerina to her face, pushing her nose inside against the insole and takes a deep breath!

- What are you doing?
- I am smelling your foot perfume.
- Are you crazy?
- No. I love this musk scent. Happy mixture of leather and foot perspiration...

I look at her, stunned. Linda has both her eyes closed as she inhales once more, her nostrils deep inside the vamp of my shoe! She in fact looks as if intoxicated by the odor and I get a funny feeling watching my best girlfriend acting this way. I always admired Linda's long shapely legs, with her perfect feet. Her straight aligned toes, always impeccably manicured and painted with a pink polish that calls for you to taste them! I admit to having myself a strong liking towards the smell of my leather shoes and moist feet.

Her hand suddenly grabs my foot. She caresses the underside of my soft high arch... Her slim fingers press softly at my foot as she feels the sculpture of warm flesh, covered in the immaculate white nylon. Then in a decided gesture but without any haste, Linda brings my foot towards her face and kisses it on the topside, right at the base of my toes. I am appalled, but her caress and her kiss bring a titillating and most pleasurable sensation inside my vagina... Linda has her eyes locked on my toes, which I wiggle gently, not knowing what to do in this unexpected situation.

- You have such beautiful feet, Lisa...
- Not as nice as yours.
- You like my feet?
- Oh yes! I am sometimes a little jealous of them, you know.
- Really?
- Yes, I assure you... I like the straight line in which your toes end...

I can feel Linda's hand amorously knead at the foot I offered her. Slowly, she brings the shoe closer and slips it on, making my toes disappear into the vamp and then pushes my heel in.

- Extend the other leg now.

I do as she asks and bring my other leg forward, arching my foot and spreading the toes so as to stretch the thin nylon and give her a little trouble. But I surprise myself in caressing Linda's forehead instead, as she deliberately approaches her face against my sole. She softly whines as my toes gently brush at her skin, moving down from her forehead, over her nose and come to a halt against her partly open lips... I then see and feel her warm and wet tongue run under each of my little digits! She bathes the tip of each toe, touching the rather long nail, then sliding under the little plump pad, before sinking into the nylon, pushing the material between each crack of my stretched toes!

- Linda stop... Someone will see us...
- I don't care...

She pronounces the words in a muffled voice, her mouth half filled with my wiggling toes which she eagerly tastes one by one! I wriggle on my seat, the inside walls of my vagina rapidly lubricating themselves as my excitement grows to new heights.

- Linda, you're turning me on in doing this...
- Your feet drive me crazy, Lisa. I wish I could make love to them without holding back!
- Let's go elsewhere... I just can't stand the tease anymore...
- Come to my house then. My parents are away for the week-end!

Linda quickly slips my other shoe on and I jump down from the swing. I take her hand and smile to her. She smiles back in complicity as we rapidly pick up our things and head towards her nearby home. Linda refuses to put her shoes back on and walks in her sock feet into the grass and on the cement sidewalks.

Once at her place, I just cannot hold back anymore and as soon as she shuts the door behind her, I grab her arm, turn her towards me and kiss her on the mouth! Our pink fleshy lips sink into each other's as my vagina is on fire...! I can feel the dampness in the crotch of my panties. Linda opens her mouth and her tongue darts into mine, looking for my own tongue to twirl against it in a sensual and intimate ballet.

My arms are around her waist and I pull her to me so as to feel her chest grind against my breasts. The tips of which are erect and hard like pencil erasers...! The sensations they provide, as they rub under the material of our blouses against Linda's areolas are intolerable! We kiss like two lovers who have lost their head and I hastily remove a shoe to caress Linda's calf with my silky sole.

She reacts in a whine, letting me know how she appreciates my caressing foot. With only one shoe on, I let myself being awkwardly walked backwards, towards the large sofa of the living room. Once near the comfortable three place piece of furniture, Linda forces me to sit down, holding me so as not to have me lose my balance. Once well sunk into the deep cushions, Linda slips down my legs and quickly removes my second shoe. She then lets herself roll on her back, holding onto my foot which she caresses with even stronger fervor than when I was sitting on the swing.

- Give me your foot, Linda!

I also wish to fondle her member and return her soft caresses. I then see her delicate sculpture of flesh and bones reach my waiting hands. The white cotton sock is very dirty and full of earth and grass. The underside of the sock shows the well traced sole, as the green and black filth has stuck under each little shrimp pads, the ball of her foot and under her round heel, thus showing well where those spots came into contact with the ground. I don't mind the dirty sock and pull her foot towards my face so I can inhale at her intimate foot perfume. I push my delicate nose into the filthy cotton and smell. But since Linda walked barefoot in the dirt and grass, her sought scent isn't there anymore...!

I then decide to remove that much too dirty sock so as to taste her bare toes. With my fingertips, I pull at the collar, rolling the sock down on itself, encasing her ankle, then slip over her heel and finally come off her pointing toes. All of a sudden, I see this beautiful member emerge, as Linda arches her warm and moist foot! She then offers me her other foot, sneaking the first out of my hands and inserting it between my thighs!

As I get busy removing her other long sock, I can feel her toes wriggle against the front of my panties! She must be feeling the wetness of the material with the tip of her toes because she moans even louder. I must taste her bare foot and pull it towards my parted lips. My tongue darts out and slips under each of her lovely digits. I then insert her big toe inside my mouth and begin to suck on it as if it were a little penis!

Linda melts under my boldness! Her other foot slips under the crotch of my panty and with her adroit little toes, she splits my wet and slippery outer lips open... From the tip of her bigger toe, she then begins to grind at my clitoris and makes me moan out long and loud so as to let her know how much I enjoy and approve of her caressing toes! My other foot slips between Linda's thighs so that I can reciprocate. My slippery nylon covered member quickly reaches her mons veneris. Applying an appropriate pressure, I masturbate her with as much expertise as the extreme pleasures she herself is giving me with her foot.

We are both lost in a sea of vibrations, abandoning ourselves to such exciting and welcome pleasures. I never would have thought possible to experience such overwhelming sensations from the caressing feet of my best friend! I spread my thighs so as to let her probing toes slip inside my labia! I am so lubricated that most of her foot could very well sink into vagina! But there won't be enough time for that to happen, since I have already reached the point of no return...! The wave rolls as Linda's toes wriggle inside my dripping cunt! I feel shivers run along my spine as I begin to shake all over. A long plaintive cry escapes my lungs as I keep my friend's foot inside my mouth!

My orgasm is the most intense I have ever felt. I can feel Linda begin to squirm and quiver under my probing toes. She cries out her pleasures in a series of moans and successive spasms!We need at least a minute to come out of this state of complete abandon in experimenting such a mind shattering orgasm. I even ask myself if I haven't lost consciousness for a moment, the intensity of the climax having been such overwhelming!

Linda remains on her back, still caressing my legs as I have pulled her naked foot over to my breasts. With her toes, Linda tries to pinch at my hard nipples over the material of my blouse, which sends Goosebumps all over me. I look at her and smile:

- I love you, Linda!
- I love you too, Lisa!

And so my love for my best friend grew even bigger. Since that day, we have become greater accomplices in many ways. We also developed a new cult, which consists of shedding our shoes when in public, and caress each other's feet while seated at a table, without anyone else knowing about it! We make that happen as much as we can, but our greatest fun is to get together in a private place and renew the wonderful experience of that first day, making love to each other with our feet!

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