Post by fyrefox on May 30, 2013 20:04:48 GMT -5
Lazy, Crazy, Hazy Daze of Summer
by Fyrefox
I think it was William Shakespaw who wrote that in spring, a young man's thoughts turn to love. --Well, Jared was neither a man nor in love, but the young coyote was definitely horny, and the return of warm weather afforded him the opportunity to finally shed his boxy,
confining winter shoes, and finally slip into something that allowed his paws to breathe!
Jared eased on his Italian sandals, his old, well-worn friends with the slender, sexy criss-crossing straps and the suede footbeds that bore deep toe imprints from several years of loving use.--God, it was good to feel them caress his soles again! While Jared wore shoes in
the winter, a reluctant concession to the cold, he refused to wear socks, and put lotion on his bare paws when they chapped. He could still feel his sockless hindpaws in shoes, which made him feel alive and sensual. Still, less was more where paws were concerned, and Jared's hindpaws could breathe and taste the spring air in his beloved sandals. Jared gave a deep appreciative sigh of relief which filled his entire being, emanating from his soul which resided in his soles...
Time then for a walk, and Jared enjoyed the natural movement of his toes spreading slightly with each step he took, the still cool spring breezes refreshing and energizing his movement.
This was life as it was meant to be lived, thought Jared, pausing after a time to rest on a park bench, slip off one sandal at a time, and treat himself to a foot massage, one of life's simple yet profoundest pleasures. Stroking his arches and massaging his paws and toes, Jared noticed a young fox watching him discretely from another nearby bench.
Oh, the fox was sly, to be certain...foxes were masters of the art of observing undetected. The coyote was not without his resources, either, and could discern the fox's subtle, almost invisible inspection.
The faintest of smiles crossed Jared's features as he restored one
hindpaw to a sandal, removed the other, and repeated the massage on his other hindpaw just to tease the fox. If the truth was known, Jared enjoyed putting on a show for him, and could tell that the vulpine was enjoying the show as well.
As Jared gave himself a slow and sensuous foot massage, he closed his eyes momentarily for theatrical effect, opening them an instant later to discover the fox standing at his side.
'Dang!,' thought Jared, 'Foxes are really good at this stealth and camouflage thing!'
"You've got a nice set of hindpaws there," said the fox softly, "but it's hard to massage them well by yourself, and more pleasurable if someone else does it. May I demonstrate?," asked the fox respectfully. "Name's Jason, by the way," he added with a slight nod.
The coyote was so taken back by the fox's unexpected request that he could barely manage a slight nod of consent himself. In an instant, the fox's elegant black-furred paws were all over Jared's hindpaws, expertly pressuring and rubbing his toes and paw pads. Stooping momentarily, Jason picked up the coyote's sandal with one paw, giving it an approving visual inspection and holding it under his sensitive nose, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes.
"Nice, very nice!," concluded the fox following his inspection of the sandal. "A nice item, worn lovingly and well!"
"I see that you are no stranger to fine footwear, and appreciate the male foot," said the coyote as he eased his footpaw back into the sandal. "Would you care to come back to my apartment for a drink, and to see what comes up?"
Nodding his agreement with a knowing smile, the fox had no doubt that a thing or two just might come up...
by Fyrefox
I think it was William Shakespaw who wrote that in spring, a young man's thoughts turn to love. --Well, Jared was neither a man nor in love, but the young coyote was definitely horny, and the return of warm weather afforded him the opportunity to finally shed his boxy,
confining winter shoes, and finally slip into something that allowed his paws to breathe!
Jared eased on his Italian sandals, his old, well-worn friends with the slender, sexy criss-crossing straps and the suede footbeds that bore deep toe imprints from several years of loving use.--God, it was good to feel them caress his soles again! While Jared wore shoes in
the winter, a reluctant concession to the cold, he refused to wear socks, and put lotion on his bare paws when they chapped. He could still feel his sockless hindpaws in shoes, which made him feel alive and sensual. Still, less was more where paws were concerned, and Jared's hindpaws could breathe and taste the spring air in his beloved sandals. Jared gave a deep appreciative sigh of relief which filled his entire being, emanating from his soul which resided in his soles...
Time then for a walk, and Jared enjoyed the natural movement of his toes spreading slightly with each step he took, the still cool spring breezes refreshing and energizing his movement.
This was life as it was meant to be lived, thought Jared, pausing after a time to rest on a park bench, slip off one sandal at a time, and treat himself to a foot massage, one of life's simple yet profoundest pleasures. Stroking his arches and massaging his paws and toes, Jared noticed a young fox watching him discretely from another nearby bench.
Oh, the fox was sly, to be certain...foxes were masters of the art of observing undetected. The coyote was not without his resources, either, and could discern the fox's subtle, almost invisible inspection.
The faintest of smiles crossed Jared's features as he restored one
hindpaw to a sandal, removed the other, and repeated the massage on his other hindpaw just to tease the fox. If the truth was known, Jared enjoyed putting on a show for him, and could tell that the vulpine was enjoying the show as well.
As Jared gave himself a slow and sensuous foot massage, he closed his eyes momentarily for theatrical effect, opening them an instant later to discover the fox standing at his side.
'Dang!,' thought Jared, 'Foxes are really good at this stealth and camouflage thing!'
"You've got a nice set of hindpaws there," said the fox softly, "but it's hard to massage them well by yourself, and more pleasurable if someone else does it. May I demonstrate?," asked the fox respectfully. "Name's Jason, by the way," he added with a slight nod.
The coyote was so taken back by the fox's unexpected request that he could barely manage a slight nod of consent himself. In an instant, the fox's elegant black-furred paws were all over Jared's hindpaws, expertly pressuring and rubbing his toes and paw pads. Stooping momentarily, Jason picked up the coyote's sandal with one paw, giving it an approving visual inspection and holding it under his sensitive nose, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes.
"Nice, very nice!," concluded the fox following his inspection of the sandal. "A nice item, worn lovingly and well!"
"I see that you are no stranger to fine footwear, and appreciate the male foot," said the coyote as he eased his footpaw back into the sandal. "Would you care to come back to my apartment for a drink, and to see what comes up?"
Nodding his agreement with a knowing smile, the fox had no doubt that a thing or two just might come up...
