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I guess I realized my fetish started when I was in high school. One weekend, a whole group of my friends went up to the lake to party and get some sun and waterskiing in. There was this really CUTE girl who I was seeing. Her family was rich and let her do basically whatever she wanted. So she asked to take her brother's speedboat out and of course they consented. I think that she had just learned how to drive but had been 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's boat out before. But what the hell, he was away at college and wouldn't care anyways. Right? Well, I remember a whole bunch of problems getting 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 a really knockout tan slim body, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was always wearing as little clothing as possible (to get more sun she said). The day after we got there, Val was wearing a red bikini and she had these cute dainty feet with red nailpolish. I remember looking at her long tan legs and gazing downwards to her feet. She was a waterskiier and had smooth, muscular, but not too muscular legs that saw their share of sunlight. Her cute brown feet were in white flip-flops, the kind that 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. We hadn't begun to ski yet so she told the group she was going to warm up the 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 for racing. It had a benchseat in it big enough for only two. As she climbed into the driver's seat, she put her leg forward and as I was admiring her beautiful, nicely-tanned strong legs, I saw a big pedal shaped like a big bare footprint on the floorboard right in front of her. It had a raised ridge along the side of it and the entire gleaming footboard surface had raised bumps kind of like corrugated steel. The shiny metal pedal was at least 14" high and stood straight up. I had never seen a pedal on a boat before and asked her what it was for. She said it was for the gas and that boat didn't originally come with it. But her brother liked the feeling of power at the touch of his foot so he re-wired the boat with it. The foot throttle was custom made to his liking 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 because he could stomp on it and still steer with both hands. The raised edge and arch as well as the perfectly-fitting toes and raised nubs helped keep his foot in place as he dashed through the choppy waters. Although she said that she had seen him driving with aquasocks before. She had never driven his boat before.

She said that Mike (her brother) said it was just like driving a car and that to start it for the first time, you needed to give the jets a lot of gas. As she was explaining this to me, she put her cute thonged foot 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 above the arch of "his foot". As Val tried to put her heel into the metal heel cup, her foot slid out of her thong. "Dammit!" she yelled and tried to kick the thong out of the pedal. Mike's "foot" seemed to like her shoe and refused 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 accelerator pedal 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 her foot 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've hurt the knee and leg. She then sat way up in her seat and put her toes on Mike's "toes". She extended her leg as far as it would go and began pumping the pedal with her toes. She could press it down an inch backwards. She turned the key and cranked the engine while continuing her feeble ministrations. The engine cranked but never turned over. It had 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 I was now sitting in the driver's seat. I checked all the gauges and everything was fine. Even the fuel was topped off. I kicked off my right sandal and placed my bare foot on the big pedal. I had learned long ago that it was impossible to drive with flip-flops on. The part of the sandal extending past the heel was always longer than the part from the front strap to the toe. Thus if you slide your foot back to be equal with the bottom of the sandal, your toes always fall out of the straps. This was illustrated by Val nicely a few seconds before. My foot almost fit the aluminum casting. It was cold and corrugated with a lip running around it (obviously to keep your foot mounted on the gas). I pushed on the 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 pedal in long strokes, pushing and extending my toes until it was almost horizontal and then letting it slowly come back. The engine sputtered and she grabbed my hard cock and squeezed tightly in anticipation. It coughed and started to die. She quickly put her left foot, still in her 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 cock harder while she stepped on the insole of my bare right foot. The engine caught on and was starting to sound like it would make it but it died again suddenly.

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I then got a really good idea. I told Val that maybe since the boat seemed to do better when we both worked at it, that we should do it together. She agreed but saw my wicked smile. I eased out of my swimsuit and slipped my right foot out of my sandal again. Then I released her bikini bottom. I told her that she had to sit on my lap for us to try to 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 she was in my lap, she could reach it easily. She stuck her heel over my toes and let her flip-flop sandal drape over the back of the gas pedal. Then she 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 at just 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 pedal for her shoe. I was straining and moving my hips to reach behind the throttle and that was bringing her close to coming. I finally on a lunge got 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 foot furiously, crushing my tender foot against the pedal again and again, rocking on my cock all the time. Her toes began to mesh with mine from the force of her pounding foot, spreading my toes wide while her painted toes interwove with mine. I looked and saw the pattern of red nails alternating with my unpainted toes, peeking through from under her 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 again and again as she extended her cute foot and pressed on my toes. I watched this pendulating action, feeling the pressure of her sole on my instep, and the raised nubs on the bottom of my foot. My left leg involuntarily extended itself in the sensation, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. For what must have been thirty seconds, her foot pounded the gas to full throttle. She came and her right leg straightened and pinned my foot down on the pedal, holding the throttle wide open. Her dainty foot, though little and beautiful, packed a wallop of pressure! I couldn't move. But my foot between hers and the gleaming silver pedal couldn't feel anything anyway as I began exploding inside her. But that did it. The rush of gas from the fully horizontal gas pedal revved the engine and she let go of the key. The engine started.

From then on, everytime I see a bare foot operating a pedal or engaging in other activity, I remember Val and our boat ride. (There's more to the story 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 top down barefoot makes me go wild! The beach during the summer is the best time to see these sights! Cute girls in string bikinis with convertibles driving barefooted! But isn't there a law against driving barefooted (at least in California, not that anyone can see you do it)?