She Painted Her Toes Red

This is a sequel to the stories Her Beautiful Sandaled Feet and More of Her Beautiful Feet.  For background please read these stories first.

Chrissy loosened the ties to release me from the bedpost where she’d secured me earlier, and I went to the bathroom to clean up.  I looked in the mirror and tried to imagine how I would look in the flattop that Chrissy wanted because she won her bet that I could not get out.

After I came back to bed, Chrissy playfully tousled my hair and said in a cute tone, “That was fun.  You’re going to look great in short hair.”

After a few minutes of silence I asked, “So you’re serious?”

“Oh yeah.”  She snuggled up to me smiling.

“It’s going to be quite a change… I wonder what the people at work will think,” I said.

Chrissy paused and grinned saying, “You can wait until vacation, but I won this one.  You’re not backing out.”

The next morning we got up, had breakfast, and packed up to return to Chrissy’s parent’s house, arriving much later than expected.  Chrissy’s dad had gotten his hair cut much shorter than last time, and her mom’s flirting with him intensified.  Her mom kidded with me that maybe next time she saw me, my hair would be shorter too.

“Definitely!” Chrissy enthused.

After a day and night at their place, we left on Tuesday and, after a long drive, finally got home.  Chrissy was especially flirty, brushing up against me as we unpacked.  Being around friends energizes her.

In the following days and weeks, neither of us mentioned the bet.  Chrissy also removed the pink polish from her toes and didn’t repaint them, much to my disappointment.   We both stayed busy with work and church projects, and about five weeks passed; my two-week vacation loomed.

On the Friday before my leave began, I called Chrissy to see if she needed anything on the way home.  We chatted briefly about our day and made plans to go out to eat.  As I was about to hang up she interjected, “Do you think you could stop at the barbershop?  Margot is at Sal’s until seven.”

“Doesn’t Margot work in a salon?” I asked, confused.

“She left that and is working at Sal’s as a barber’s apprentice,” Chrissy explained.

“Okay. Yeah, I guess,” I said.

“Awesome,” I could almost hear her smiling over the phone.  “I’ll tell Margot you’re on the way.  I can’t wait to see you!  Talk to you later; love you. Bye!”

“I love you too.”  A man has to do what a man has to do, I thought.  I located the barbershop on my GPS and drove over, reminding myself how happy this would make my wife.  I parked my truck and entered as Margot cashed out her latest customer.

“Well, hello!” she said with enthusiasm.

“Hi.  I didn’t know you were a barber,” I said, feeling my voice cracking nervously.

“Yes, I am.  I used to be a military barber, and I’m here as an apprentice until I get my state license,” she said as she walked over to grab a broom and sweep up the hair from her last client.  “Come on over and have a seat.  Chris Ann called and said you’re thinking a nice short flattop for summer.”

“Ummm, well, she asked, but I’m not sure if I could pull it off,” I said.

“All men look good in short hair,” Margot said. She shook out a cape and draped it over me, then tied tissue around my neck.

My heart raced; I knew my fate.  Chrissy better like this. Margot was speaking again, but my own thoughts didn’t let me absorb her meaning.

“Sound good?”  I hear her say.

“I am sorry; it was a long day at work. What did you say?”

“I’m thinking we could start with a #2 on the sides and spike it up on top.  It will be the start of a flattop, and if you want to go shorter we can.  I wouldn’t want you to be too surprised, but you could really pull it off. Let’s ease into and see where this takes us.”

I nodded and the clippers began to whir.  She brushing then spraying the blade, Margo turned the chair and started on my right side.  I could see hair fall on the cape from the corner of my eye.  Soon, she gently pushed my head down to cut the back and then continued on to the left side.

“Looking good,” she said.  I smiled politely as Margot combed the hair on top and added product to make it stand up.  “We’ll get some of the bulk off first and then shape it up,” she said.  Steadying my head, she told me to hold still, then restarted the clippers to methodically cut the crown and front.  After about 15 minutes, she wiped down the sides and neck with aftershave and turned the chair back around to face the mirror.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Well, it’s short.”

Margot giggled.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Well…” She paused.  “It’s quite a change from what you had, but I think we should take it a little shorter.”

“Do you think it would look good?” I asked, not wanting to let Chrissy down.

“Absolutely!!!” she said enthusiastically.

After another 15 minutes, Margot turned me around again, and I was shocked by the transformation. My sides were tight, and I could see my scalp on top.

Margot’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “I think Chris Ann is going to love this. Next time, we’ll talk about my version of short and go for a horseshoe flat.”

“How short would that be?” I asked

“Your back and sides would be shaved clean, and the top would be short so it would look like a horseshoe on top. Do you want to try it?” she asked in a hopeful tone.

“Maybe next time,” I said.  I paid Margot, including a nice tip, and left.  When I got in my truck, I didn’t recognize myself in the rearview mirror.

About 20 minutes later, I pulled into the driveway.  I checked my haircut in the rearview mirror once more.  Okay, here I go.  I opened the door and stepped into our kitchen, then waited a few minutes until I heard Chrissy.

The moment Chrissy saw me, her face was priceless. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes opened so wide it looked like it hurt.  Then her look of surprise transformed into a huge smile.  “I love it!!!” she said examining my new look.  “Turn around and let me see the back.”

I turned, and Chrissy reached up to lightly scratch the back of my head.  When I faced her again, she pulled my head down to hers and we locked lips for a long time.

“You like it?” I asked.

“No, I LOVE it.”

“You look great, too,” I said.

Chrissy smiled. “You’re sweet. I am going to get ready, but one more kiss.” This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth, licking inside my upper and lower lips.  The she climbed the stairs to our bedroom.  About 20 minutes later, I look up and see Chrissy coming back down.  The first things I noticed were her new black patent leather strappy sandals.  Then I saw her black, knee-length halter top dress.  Her lips were adorned with red lipstick and an appropriate amount of makeup enhanced her natural beauty.

“Wow.” I exhaled.

“You like?”

“You look great.”  I looked down to her beautiful sandaled feet—she’d painted her toes red.  The contrast between her fair skin, the red polish, and the shiny black leather was stunning.  The glistening toe ring on her right foot turned me on instantly.  She looked hot.

Noticing the bulge in my khakis, Chrissy grabbed at my groin and said, “I painted my toes red.”

“Yeah,” I said, trying to control myself. “When did you do it?”

“While you were on your business trip.  My sister came up, and we had a salon day.”

“New shoes?”  I asked.

“Uh-huh.  They were on sale, and I thought the heels would give me little lift.  Do you like them?” She raised herself higher on her toes.

I was silent, in awe of her beauty.  She had an innocent yet somehow seductive look.  I still could not believe I was living out my fantasy of seeing her toes painted red.

“Well, we better get going if we want to arrive before it gets too busy.  One more kiss.”

We got in her car and soon arrived at the restaurant.  As we walked to the door, she caught me checking her out and gave me a flirty smile.  We enjoyed our dinner, during which Chrissy brought up that she wanted to try starting a family. I was ready to make her a mom tonight.

When we got home, we approached the door together, and I reached behind her to unlock it.  She subtly reached back and grabbed my groin again.  “You look so hot,” she said.  “I am going upstairs to slip on something sexy.”

Not long after, I made my way to our bedroom, undressed, and awaited my bride.  A few minutes passed, and the bathroom door opened.  She looked radiant in a red satin lace nighty.  Diamond-like barefoot sandals adorned her feet and accentuated her red nails.  She climbed on our bed and immediately gave me wet, sloppy fellatio.

“Now that I got you lubed up…” she said while leaning back, positioning herself facing me. She cupped my member with her toes and slowly stroked it, moving her feet up and down.  “Do you like that?”

I groaned.

“Do you know what this polish color is called? Forever Yummy.”

I grabbed her right foot and immediately began sucking her toes.

“Eww, what are doing?” said Chrissy, seemingly surprised.

“Hmm?” I said.

“Actually…” She paused. “That kinda feels… weirdly good.” She reached down to finger herself for a few minutes. But then she said, “Now it’s my turn. I want you on top of me so I can run my hands over your hair.”  Chrissy leaned forward and pulled me on top of her.  “I want you inside of me.”

I took her right foot and licked the top, then grabbed her left foot began sucking those toes.

“I want you inside of me; I want you inside of me,” she said, sounding like she was orgasming.

“Let me get a condom,” I said.

“Let’s make a baby,” she said, pulling my head close and kissing me deeply.  Chrissy’s left hand pulled my penis inside of her.  She scratched her nails sensually all over my head while grinding her pelvis against mine.

“You look so hot in short hair,” she said, rubbing my head, alternating between using her left and right hand.  Her tongue reached the roof of my mouth as she began to move her hips up and down faster.

“You really like it that much, huh?” I asked.

“Oh yeah!”  she said.

“How would you like it if I went really short?” I asked for some reason.

“You’d look forever yummy!”  She giggled sensually.

I soon climaxed, exploding inside her while thinking about what it would be like to be a dad and of Chrissy as a mom.  I remained in her as my erection softened.  “How does that feel?”  I asked.

“WONDERFUL!!! I can feel your warm semen all over inside me.  I never felt that before, the warmth spreading inside me—slightly in the beginning—then the temperature rising and spreading all over slowly.  I feel a lot of love juice inside of me.”


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2 replies
  1. LovingMan says:

    We are not into feet in this way, but hey, to each their own! Hair styles/color THAT we are into! This description of how she can feel his semen inside her is terribly sexy:

    “WONDERFUL!!! I can feel your warm semen all over inside me. I never felt that before, the warmth spreading inside me—slightly in the beginning—then the temperature rising and spreading all over slowly. I feel a lot of love juice inside of me.”

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