I Gave an Older Man a Footjob on the Plane

I then took my hose-covered foot and pressed down on his cock, playing with it carefully, as I didn’t want him to cum yet.

I was so looking forward to my summer trip with my girlfriends. We were heading to Crete and our flight departed at midnight. When we boarded the plane, we only had two seats together in the front of the aircraft and one in the back. Since both my friends were nervous about flying, I let them sit up front while I took the seat in the back of the plane.

I found my seat in the back, row 25, seat A, right next to the window. I sat down exhausted and my feet hurt. I took my boots and put them under the seat next to me. I had a foot up on my other knee, massaging it with my thumb and moving my toes around when an older gentleman who looked to be in his late forties had the seat right next to me.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this was your seat,” I said apologetically, grabbing my boots from under his seat.

“No problem, miss,” he replied laughing as he sat down.

He introduced himself as Oscar and told me that he was also heading to Crete to meet with his family. He was quite pleasant and seemed like a nice guy so we started out making a little small talk about our lives and things like that.

About an hour into the flight, while people around us were asleep, I started rubbing and massaging my nylon-clad feet again.

“What is that on your toenails?” Oscar asked as he could see my freshly painted toes through the nude nylon. My nails were ocean blue with little palm trees painted over the top.

“Oh that. I had little palm trees painted on my big toes, see?” I said to Mark as I held a foot up and pointed my toes outward. “You like that? “ I giggled.

“You look like you really take care of your feet,” he commented.

“Yes I really take care of them, but right now, they just hurt,” I snickered then turned more serious.

“Hey, I’ve been told I give a great foot massage,” Oscar offered and put his palms face up while moving his fingers.

“Uh, I don’t know…are you sure?” I asked hesitantly.

He reassured me then I put my nylon-covered feet in his lap. It was difficult to tell that I was even wearing pantyhose, except for the seam than ran directly across the end of my toes.

“Oh my! That is fantastic,” I commented while Oscar used his thumbs on my arches, pads, and heels.

He continued to rub the bottoms but he would also wrap his hands around the top and massage my toes. He clearly knew what he was doing. He would concentrate on one foot, then shift his attention to my other foot. He continued to rub as I began to worry that my feet might not smell very fresh being cooped up in my boots for so long.

“Do they smell ok?” I asked as I crinkled my nose.

Oscar lifted both my feet up, took his nose, and put it up against the bottom of my arches, then inhaled.

“Mmm, they smell perfect.”

That is when I knew he was a foot guy. I knew I had him then.

“Do you want to kiss’em?” I asked as I pulled one foot from his lap, lifted it up, and pointed my toes to his lips.

It was like such a relief to Oscar, almost like he finally received permission. He took my feet by the ankles and held them up to his mouth. He kissed the bottom of my feet nice and slow with sensual closed-mouth kisses. He would inhale my scent, then strategically kiss from the heel, all the way up to my toes.

I took my other foot and placed it directly on his crotch. Through his pants, I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing up against the material.

“Looks like someone is really liking what he’s doing,” I whispered.

I then took my hose-covered foot and pressed down on his cock, moving my foot around, and started playing with his cock carefully, as I didn’t want him to cum.

“Oh, you have no idea,” was his response as he shuttered.

“Do you want to lick my pretty toes?” I asked giggling.

“Are you serious?” Oscar asked full of lust and excitement.

I put both legs down on the floor, then lifted my ass as I used my thumbs to pull down my pantyhose, giving him a full view of my red thong, pressed snugly against my shaved pussy as I slid my hose the rest of the way off. The fresh cool air on my legs and feet felt refreshing.

Just then a stewardess came walking down the aisle and I raised my hand as she approached.

“Sorry, could I please get a blanket?” I asked and then continued rubbing his crotch with my bare feet until I saw her come back and she handed me the blanket.

“Take your pants off,” I whispered to Oscar.

“Are you crazy? No! People will notice,” was his response.

I quickly took my foot and stuck my big toe in his mouth. Instantly he stopped talking and started sucking it like a baby on a bottle.

“That’s it, suck it,” I whispered encouragingly.

Oscar did exactly as I said. Not only did he take turns sucking all of my toes, but he also took his tongue and licked in between each toe.

“Don’t you forget about this one,” I reminded him as I held it up, and pointed my toes outward seductively.

Oscar then proceeded to suck and lick my toes on the other foot and was subtly moaning as he sucked. He gave my feet a tongue bath for at least five minutes; it was such a warm and wet massage, I had forgotten how sore my feet were.

“Now take your pants off,” I repeated my earlier order.

Oscar didn’t have to be told twice this time as he was now the one lifting his ass and sliding his pants down to his knees. His cock stood up proudly, and even though the lighting wasn’t great, I could tell his precum was smeared all around the head. I first used the top of my foot to play with his hairy balls and then I wrapped my toes around the shaft, just under the head, and started stroking it.

It was almost as though I was giving him a handjob with my feet rather than giving him a foot job. I also spread my big and second toes and wrapped them around the shaft like two fingers. I did manage to throw the blanket overtop the situation or we probably would have been caught. All I could now see was the blanket pop up every time my feet went upward, milking his smooth cock.

Oscar put his head back on the seat, partially closed his eyes, then put his hands inside the blanket, maneuvering my feet around his cock. He proceeded to squeeze my feet together and move them up and down quickly and it wasn’t long until he started panting and his long smooth strokes turned into smaller quicker ones.

“I want you to cum all over my toes,” I cooed in a whispering volume.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” he grunted and twitched.

I was disappointed that I couldn’t see his creamy load shoot out but I knew it had to be messing up that dark blue blanket. He continued to shake and breathe heavily for another few seconds until he had completely finished after using my feet to jack himself off.

“How was it?” I asked as he collapsed back into the seat trying to recuperate.

“Oh, God. That was amazing. Who are you? This is some pornographic shit,” he responded.

I laughed, quickly becoming concerned about how we would clean up the mess. Oscar lifted the blanket to where I was the only one who could see and my fears were true when I saw there was cum all over the blanket and my feet.

“Looks like you’ll have to rub it in my feet,” I chuckled.

Oscar rubbed the slimy goo into my feet and eventually, it became dry and smooth but not without a lot of work and effort. When he finally finished, my feet were extremely sticky but at least dry. I turned back and slid my boots back on while Oscar pulled up his pants, and gave me the cum stained blanket, and I quickly fell asleep.

After landing in Heraklion, my girls and I had a drink at the bar and that is when I told them about my little foot adventure with the stranger. They both laughed and thought I was crazy but I knew I made Oscar’s flight, a dream come true.

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