Back in the days, when I lived in Jersey city, I was feet surrounded…I had Enrique’s family, his various gf’s, Guyanese feet downstairs, Trinidadian feet on my right, African/American and arab feet on my left, and finally Colombian across the street. In the summer, I used to spend time on the balcony and summer with pleasure looking at all these feet.
There were always mad people at the Colombians, but I would find out later that it was only a couple living there. It was an old lady, about 65 and her husband. However, the grown kids would always drop by in the summer and also drop the grand kids and it was always full of people. Anyhow, I was not particularly chummy with them but just the casual polite “hello, how r u?”, n that was it. I jerked off a lot to their feet from my house behind the window unseen and unknown to them.
One afternoon, I decided to go to the park to hang out and upon entering the park I saw my neighbors. There were the couple and one of their daughter (probably in her 30’s). I walked up to them and said hello. The old man invited me to a cold beer and asked me to seat down. What made me go to them was the fact that the old lady and her kid sat on recliners and both had her baresoles propped up to anybody to see. Naturally I sat by their feet and couldn’t stop looking at them from the corner of my eyes while making small talk to the old man. I decided that it was too much to bear and thus turned to the ladies and made small talk. While talking to them, a tent started to form in my shorts and I think that the girl noticed. I was getting excited to be inches from these feet and decided to snatch some pics. As we talked about anything, I took my phone and snapped photos.
The girl was on the heavy side, so naturally she had thick meat feet about size 6,5, with fat and plump toes, and her soles were dainty. Apparently, she had just taken her shoes off, so I could still smell something, and it was good. I was so staring at her feet, and I think she was starting to notice. She sat up a little, trying to see what I was doing with my phone but I put it away and moved in front of the old lady’s feet, saying that the sun was burning my back. She on the other hand had approximately size 7, maybe 7 1/2, with regular toes that nicely shaped, and dry, ashy soles and heels.
As we talked,I repeated the phone thing and while keeping glancing at her feet. They were just too close to miss. Finally, after a few minutes, it happened. I got busted. I mean, cold-busted staring at those mature feet.
"Hey..are you taking picture of my feet?" she said with a smile.
The old man looked at me and so did the girl. I froze, but thought fast. I didn't want to seem like I was surprised at being caught, but at the same time, I didn't want to be seen as a pervert
"Nah, just texting my friends, but the sun reflection is obstructing my view, so I have to hold it up there," I replied.
"Oh, ok.... I thought....” She laughed. "I'm sorry. It just looked like you were."
I laughed, and said "Nah, but, now that you mention it, they are very easy on the eyes,"
"What, my feet?" She asked still smiling.
"Well, yeah. I mean, it is hard not to noticed them when they are exposed like that, especially if they are into feet,” I said.
"Are you?" I heard the girl saying rather seriously
"Are you," the old lady echoed, smiling and laughing.
I looked at the old man embarrassed, and he just shrugged and smile, as to say “handled your bizness”…which was my green light and I did just that.
"I guess u ladies have nice feet to massage," I said.
"Are you into it, massaging feet? “ asked the girl expecting me to answer.
I nodded, and she said "Well we might have to just do something about this." flexing her toes. “Start with my mom” which I did. I got on my knees in front of her baresoles and went to work. My boner grew immediately, as I started to rub them. I did so quickly at first, because I was nervous, but then slow down. She moaned, and told me I was good at it. The old man was peeking and giggling, then he got up and left. The old lady paid me no attention, but instead read her book and sometimes talked to her daughter. I was clearly getting horny ad enjoying myself when I heard the girl say "Hey, what about me?" The mom said something in spanish and they talked back and forth. Then she lowered her book, looked at bulged crotch, smiled and thanked me, while pulling her feet away.
So I naturally moved on to the girl, this time not hiding my erection. She instantly noticed, didn’t say anything and allowed me to rub her feet. I massaged her meaty fleshy toes, especially her really thick and juicy big toe. I just couldn’t keep my eyes away from her plump, sweaty toes. Her feet still had some moisture on them from a long day in those sneakers. I took my fingers and smelled them, and they smelled like sweaty, vinegary female feet. She saw me smell my fingers, and her face changed. She had a very nasty strict look in her eyes
"I knew it. I saw you staring at my feet and my mom’s feet the whole time, and to be honest, I think that you have a foot fetish, and I don’t like foot fetish guys!!”
As soon as she said that I felt like dying and I was horny at the same time. I wanted to dive at her pudgy, wrinkled, stinky feet and suck her fat big toes. "I’m sorry” I mumbled with her fat stinky toe in my mouth.
The mother felt for me and asked the girl to leave me alone. Then they argue in Spanish and I took advantage to pack up my stuff and started to go. “U can come and massage my feet anytime u like, okay” she said smiling as I was leaving. I never did as I moved to Brooklyn few months later. I heard from Enrique that the old man passed and she moved. Funny fact, he told me he went to the funeral and the girl asked for his “foot freak” roommate…
Thanks for reading.