I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school. Oneweekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party andget some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who Iwas seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever shewanted. So she asked to take her brother's speedboat out and of coursethey consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but hadbeen navigating her father's speedboat as well as some of our friends'skiboats for a while. I don't think she had ever taken her brother'sboat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn'tcare anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problemsgetting the boat up to the lake, but once it was there, the fun started.
Valerie had long blond hair (being the California beach girl) and areally knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She wasalways wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun shesaid). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and shehad these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking ather long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiierand had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their shareof sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kindthat has the really thin stringy thongs which showed off her cute feet.I got an instant hard-on.
She pulled me to my feet where the group was sitting in the sand. Wehadn't begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm upthe boat and get used to driving it by taking it around the lake once.She of course called me togo with her or this would be the end of the story.
Her brother's boat was a fast jet boat that he sometimes used forracing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbedinto the driver's seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring herbeautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped likea big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It hada raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboardsurface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metalpedal was at least 14" high and stood straight up. I had never seena pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said itwas for the gas and that boat didn't originally come with it. Buther brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot sohe re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to hisliking and shaped to exactly match his bare foot: toes, raised arch and all. He said that it allowed him to get off the starting line faster becausehe could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge andarch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep hisfoot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she saidthat she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had neverdriven his boat before.
She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a carand that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jetsa lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thongedfoot on the upright accelerator. It looked tiny against the massive pedal;her toes didn't even reach "his toes" of the foot throttle, only just abovethe arch of "his foot". As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heelcup, her foot slid out of her thong. "Dammit!" she yelled and tried tokick the thong out of the pedal. Mike's "foot" seemed to like her shoe andrefused to give it up no matter which way she tried to move it. Finally,I bent over and lifted her size 6-7 thong out of the pedal. The acceleratorpedal must've pivoted about an axis where it touched the floor because she tried to give the pedal a mighty pump with her foot, but since herfoot was small and her heel was in the cup, the pedal barely moved. She,however, flinched in pain as stomping on a non-moving steel pad must'vehurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toeson Mike's "toes". She extended her leg as far as it would go and beganpumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards.She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feebleministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. Ithad been a cool night and I guess the engine was cold.
I slid next to her and told her to trade places with me. She did and Iwas now sitting in the driver's seat. I checked all the gauges andeverything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off myright sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned longago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of thesandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from thefront strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal withthe bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. Thiswas illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almostfit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip runningaround it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed onthe massive pedal with my toes and to my surprise it went back quite far.I turned the key again and held it in start. I began pumping the pedalin long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputteredand she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation.It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still inher sandal, on top of my right and tried to pump the engine back to life.Using the dashboard and my cock to balance her, she was making my cockharder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The enginecaught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it diedagain suddenly.
I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boatseemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do ittogether. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuitand slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released herbikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to tryto get this boat started. So she sat down, easing her way onto my shaft,moaning as she went. Now that we were one, I put my right bare foot onto the large pedal which had grown warm by the heat from our feet.Val then lifted her again-thonged right foot to the pedal. Now that shewas in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toesand let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Thenshe moved her foot down until her foot slipped out of her shoe again.The white thong landed sloppily behind the accelerator. Her dainty foot,now on top of mine, tried to push on the gas but her thong had fallen atjust the right angle to wedge against the back of the pedal and the floor.So I kicked off my left sandal and fished behind the large, wide pedalfor her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind thethrottle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lungegot my toe looped through the thin straps of her thong and pulled it free.She reached forward and turned the key. She began pumping with her footfuriously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again,rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with minefrom the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while herpainted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of rednails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from underher foot. The nubs on the pedal were massaging the bare soles of my foot,sending chills up and down my spine. My foot crashed the pedal againand again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. Iwatched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on myinstep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leginvoluntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer andcloser to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her footpounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right legstraightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttlewide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed awallop of pressure! I couldn't move. But my foot between hers andthe gleaming silver pedal couldn't feel anything anyway as I beganexploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fullyhorizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. Theengine started.
>From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging inother activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There's more to thestory too!) And I get this massive hard on that wants release desperately.As Dave Munroe said, a girl in a convertible driving on PCH with the topdown barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the besttime to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertiblesdriving barefooted! But isn't there a law against driving barefooted (atleast in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?
If anyone has stories about pedals, tips or stories on seeing barefootdrivers, or has an answer to the driving barefooted question, please postto this group!!!
Pedal to the Metal! (Barefooted of course)
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