The first part of this story is completely and totally true. The second part is mostly true as well. It was an incredible experience. I even managed to snag some pics before it was all over. Enjoy!
Part 1 . The Footise
Shelly and I have always had some sexual tension between us. When we first met she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend. But even in those days, I thought she was flirtatious, but I didn’t mind. I will say the first thing I noticed about her (like most girls) were her feet.
We meet in a college, freshmen year psychology class. She sat towards the front of me. She had a great body, about 5 foot 7. She was slightly tan, I think she was a mix of something. Her eyes were very unique. Her body was thin and slender, making her appear taller than she was. She always dressed very nicely, and wore classy shoes to follow. Never flip flops, sometimes they were strappy, sometimes thick, and sometimes pumps or flats.
Now her feet were to die for. They ware slender and long. Her toes were slightly long, but not strange. Her second toe was almost taller than her big toe, but not quite. The rest of her toes were balanced and beautiful. Her nails were perfectly cut and even. Judging by just her feet, I would have thought she was a tall supermodel. She always took great care of them. Freshly painted nail polish, never chipped. She seemed to change the colors up quite a bit.
Shelly and I established a great relationship during our
psych class. But like I said earlier, we were both in relationships so nothing
ever amounted. About two semesters later
we had sparked our friendship again. The two of us sat next to each other in an
Anthropology class. At this point both
of our relationships ended. Soon she would
invite me to her sorority formal. It
felt very right as we had grown to become great friends. The formal went great, and we actually ended up hooking up while there. Things progressed later that night, and to spare the details, we both had fun. Unfortunately I decided not to pursue it any further, as I was afraid she would want something too serious. She seemed disappointed about my decision, but we moved on. About a week later we were at a party of a mutual friend. I ended up getting really drunk, and soon hooked up with someone I had met that night. I was pretty meaningless, unfortunately Shelly was there to see it all go down. She didn't say anything, but I suspected she was jealous. I would have never imagined the way she would show me that jealousy...
Well the next day in class is where things got crazy. I said earlier, Shelly and I sat next to each
other in class. This was very much a
discussion class so the seats were set up as several long tables with chairs
connected. Shelly and I sat in the back,
and no one could see below our knees.
When I got to class she made a sly comment about the girl from the previous night. I brushed it off, saying I was drunk, and didn’t think much of it. Class started soon enough and we got busy taking notes.
This day she was wearing a skirt just above her knees which nice black flats. I noticed her toe cleavage when she first walked in and admired it as I usually do. Her shapely feet made any shoe look good. She wasn’t a huge shoe-player, but would on occasion. Well that day was quite the occasion.
She had her right leg crossed over her left. I sat to her left, and my right leg was pretty close to her hanging foot. Without putting much thought into it, I decided to get a quick foot feel up. I moved by leg over to the right until I touched her foot. I assumed that as soon as we touched, she would readjust to be free. But for some reason she didn’t..
Her foot just stayed there, like nothing happened…like she didn’t even notice. How could she not have noticed? She must have felt it? Maybe she just didn’t care. Well about 60 seconds went by and soon enough something I never expected happened. She adjusted her foot a little bit, but not to move her foot off my leg. Instead she popped her heel out of her flats and started to dangle. I could feel her tapping her dangling shoe against my legs.
Now I was wearing jeans that day but I could definitely tell what was going on down under. About 3 minutes of this went by. At one point I grabbed a subtle peak to affirm what I felt was happening. She was dangling alright. Her high archs were pointing toward the sky as those flats dangled on her toes. I could see so much cleavage right then, I could even see her little pinky toe. It was hard to believe her shoe didn’t just fall off…
Well the inevitable happened, with maybe a little nudge on my part, and that flat fell right off her foot. Her bare feet were just hanging there, as if they were in disbelief. Then before I knew it I felt her foot again. At first it was her balls of her feet to her toes pushing against my leg. Then she slowly moved her foot so that the upside of her foot was wrapped around my leg.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. This wasn’t normal, it must have been deliberate. Maybe she was jealous of what I did the other night. Who cares, I’m riding this one out. Soon, her foot started moving and rubbing along my leg.
And before I knew it, it progressed even further. She moved her leg down to where my pants started. I felt it rush through by body first, like an electric shock. That soft smooth foot was directly touching my bare leg. She slid her foot up my pants and slowly caressed my leg.
What was wrong with her? Why was she doing this?? I couldn’t believe what was happening. My heart was racing and my junk was throbbing. Soon I felt her slide my Achilles tendon between her big toe and long toe. She slid it up and down and rubbed my foot all over. This went on for about 4 minutes.
Up to this point, I had not done anything, I was just an innocent bystander and she was having her way with my leg. So I took the next step. I was wearing Sperrys with no socks. After a little adjusting I popped my heel out. She quickly noticed and went for the attack.
I felt her long toes under my heel. Her toe tails were cool compared the rest of her warm sweaty feet. She started moving her way down to the bottom of my feet.
Then she stopped. She uncrossed her legs and adjusted, and I thought it was all over. But before I could call it a day and mission accomplished, she struck again. She shifted positions, now she was sitting on her right leg and had her left dangling out. I guess she wanted a better position to play with my feet…and that she did..
The next thing I knew her feet were there again, right under my feet. I still had my sperry on over my toes, and so she noticed. With a gentle push, she nudged my shoe off. With my toes exposed she started caressing them with her feet. First she wrapped her toes around mine, then ran her leg up mine.
I was in heaven…I couldn’t believe what was happening. If someone told me that this would happen the previous day, I would have called them a liar. But it was. She caressed every inch of my leg and foot with her foot. I don’t think I heard a single thing that was said in that entire class. And far too soon, the teacher said those dreaded words.. “I’ll see you next class”.
It was over, my incredible footsie experience had come to an end. The whole time she never looked at me, smiled..nothing. When class was over, she slid her flat back on get her stuff together and headed for the door.
I knew I couldn’t let it end there…I had just hit gold. Either she had a foot fetish, or knew I had a foot fetish. Either way she liked playing with her feet. I knew there was more to get, and I was determined to do what it takes to get to the next level.
Part 2. The next level
The rest of the day and few days following, my mind retraced the events of that day. I could remember everything, every sensation and touch. It was all that was on my mind.
As the end of the week approached we talked here and there…acting like nothing happened that day in class. I invited her and her roommate, Christine, out with me and some friends. We hit a local bar and had a few drinks. We all had a good time and talked and laughed. Soon enough Shelly was tipsy and soon straight drunk.
Her delicate little body was quite the light weight. I didn’t take much to get her drunk, and that night she was definitely there. The night wore on and 3:00am approached so we headed out. Christine drove that night and was DD. She was very cool and laid back, and her and I were good friends too. She and I helped the barely standing Shelly back up to her room. At this point she was wasted. Christine stayed in a separate room but it was connected with a bathroom. After some struggling we finally got her into her room and bed.
Christine let out a sarcastic sigh of relief. She asked me if I was okay and needed anything. I kind of wanted her to retire back to her room and leave me alone with Shelly. I said I was okay. Just then she was hinting me toward the door to go home too. Before I got there, Shelly drunkenly slurred “Wait…can you take my shoes off..It’s too hard” and started to laugh to herself, clearly inebriated. Her roommate and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes and laughed. Christine had a suspicious smile and turned back to help her. I saw this as a golden opportunity and said “Hey it’s been a long night, why don’t you head to bed, I’ll take care of her” She asked me if I was sure and I said that I insisted. She didn’t seem to mind, gave me a hug and wished me a goodnight.
Finally, I was alone with Shelly…and assigned to take her shoes off. Shelly was wearing these strappy dressy sandals that were real elegant. They worked their way up well above her ankle. She wasn’t lying when she said they were hard to take off. She had a short skirt and a sexy spaghetti top on.
I sat at the foot of her bed by her shoes and gave her a gentle smile. “Let me help you with these” I said. I started with her right foot slowly undoing the straps. She smiled and mumbled here and there..but I was much to absorbed in what I was doing to take much notice. Soon I got the shoe undone and started sliding it off.
I made extra certain to touch her leg and foot as much as possible during the whole process. Her feet were so soft and wet from sweat. As I slipped the shoe off her foot, I grabbed her foot at the heel and rubbed it slowly forward. She tilted her head back and I noticed a soft moan.
I got a good look at her foot now. It was beautiful, this was as close up as I’ve ever been. Her feet were just the right size her for body. They were slender, perfectly tan. On each of her perfect toes was a metallic light blue nail polish. It looked professionally done. Her arch was amazing as well, very high and pointed. The skin on her feet were softer than I could have imagined. Even her heel didn’t have a single crack on it. It was as if I sculpted the feet myself.
“Now the other one” I said slyly.
As I started on the other she she said “Ooh now my foot is cold..do you mind if I..” and before she finished she slid her foot up under my shirt and onto my bare stomach. She grazed my junk on the way, I wonder if she noticed how throbbing hard it was. She gave me a sly smile as I worked the other shoe off
This time, she spoke up. “So…did you have fun with me the other day in class”. I looked up and my heart stopped. My mind was racing, and I must have turned bright red, but before I could say anything.. “I just got a pedicure and my feet were so soft, I wanted to show you.” I stared blankly and eventually stammered “I noticed, they were really nice”
Just then I finished sliding the other shoe off. Right as it was coming off she says “Are they still soft?” I took the liberty then to take a long feel all up her foot. I stroked it a couple times up and down and said “Yeah, they feel great.” She looks up with utter delight on her face..I could tell she was enjoying the rub. “No, THAT feels great…my feet are so tired from all that dancing”. I sat in silence and took the quo to keep rubbing.
My ecstasy was shattered when she look up and said “They’re not to smelly are they?” I smiled, “I don’t smell a thing” I said. She smiled back playfully and slowly worked the foot I was massaging up close to my face. “How about now” she said cynically. I was in heaven, they smelled unbelievable. They were sweaty all right, but her lotion mixed in made it a divine scent. I drank in the scent and drifted off, I forgot to respond…her smiled widened. “Still nothing huh? ..how about now” she slowly pushed her foot against my nose, gripping it between her toes.
Instinctively I grabbed her foot and laughed a little. “I kind of like the smell actually” I said. I was on cloud nine, and I couldn’t care what I said at this point. “Really?, maybe it smells like the vanilla lotion I put on earlier, you think that’s it?” “Maybe” I said playfully. At this point I was still massaging her foot and having it rest on the front of my face at the same time.
About 2 minutes of this went by before either of us spoke again. “I wonder if they taste as good as they smell” I said with a sly smile and laughed jokingly. She laughed a little too…but I could tell she was serious, and obviously so was I. “Well let’s find out” She said flirtatiously..
Right then she moved her big toe up against my lips. It was over for me, I closed my eyes and let the rest just happen. She started by rubbing her big toes against my lose lips. She probably made 3 circles before she gently nudged it into my mouth. I salivated instantly.
Moving almost instinctively I grabbed her foot with my hand to hold it for her. I worked my tongue in circles around her big toe. I then sucked and rested by tongue on the bottom of her beautiful toe. Realizing I was in a totally different world, I opened my eyes to see what her reaction was…and it perfect.
She was slightly resting up but her head was leaned back with her eyes closed. She had grabbed on to the sheet on her bed, clenching it vigorously and biting her lip.
I couldn’t have imagined that she was enjoying this as much as I was, but since that was the case, I continued with her feet. I put my lips around her next three toes. Worked my tongue around them, and then stuck it between each long slender toe. I made an effort to suck her pinky toe independently. Her feet tasted amazing. The lotion and the sweat made me salivate more and more.
After about 5 minutes of sucking each toe I wanted to lick the rest of her foot. I raised her foot slightly up and licked along her sole. My tongue lapped against each wrinkle. I continued this several times, now she was starting to moan. I kissed ever inch of her foot and used my tongue liberally. Next I went for her heel. I put my lips around it and worked my tongue again in circles. But it wasn’t long before I needed more toe sucking.
So I went for the toes again. As I started, she looked up at me with this look of utter ecstasy..like she was speechless. Her other foot, which was under my shirt the whole time slid down onto my member. She caressed and gently rubbed my cock while I was sucking away at her toes. Soon she slid one of her spaghetti straps down and let a one of her breast constrained in her bras be exposed. Her cleavage just added to my euphoria.
Her foot against my cock felt incredible. I subtly used my free hand to unbutton and unzipped my jeans. Her foot noticed and quickly searched for my bare cock. Before I could let her find it, I grabbed that foot, raised it by my face and gave it a kiss. Then I slowly let her other foot, which was now soaked in my saliva, rest by my bare cock.
I don’t know what felt better…her wet foot rubbing my penis, or delicately sucking and slurping every inch of her perfect feet. I was so absorbed in what I was feeling that I didn’t even notice what her hand was up to. She had undone her pants as well and had her hand rubbing and fingering her twat.
The foot worship went on for some time. I tried to suck each toe separately, then all at once. I licked the top of her foot and around her sides. I made sure I was touching and massaging her foot the whole time. I could have sworn it went on for at least 45 minutes.
She looked at me seductively and I began to feel and lick elsewhere. I started kissing her ankle and sucking on the gently protruding nub. I slowly kissed further and further up until I got to her knees. Then I ran my hands along the inside of her thighs, toward her spot. She leaned her head back again and I lowered mine to continue the licking. Licking the inside of her thighs I worked up as close as I can get with her skirt still on. When I got this far up, I felt her hand reach forward and grab my cock.
I decided her pants had to go. I unbuttoned the rest and pushed her thighs back together to slide her skirt off. As I did her shirt was gone, as was mine. I was standing over her and decided I missed her feet a little. I sucked for a few seconds, both feet at once now, while she pleasured herself. I decided to show her what else my tongue can do and started to work my way back up her leg.
We had our way with each other for several hours. Occasionally I would return to her feet and suck and lick. She almost seemed to enjoy that just as much. We tried to incorporate feet in everything we did. After fooling around well into the night, she started to doze off.
I left soon after that, while she was still asleep. I gave each of her big toes a quick peck, as a thank you, and quietly left her room. I felt like a rock star, and was hoping I would be called for an encore sometime.
I was getting nervous as the day went on. I wondered if she remembers anything, or if she was too drunk. I worried that she would think I was weird, or worse, tell someone else. But my fears were alleviated when I got a text later that day: “thanks for last night, Christine will be so mad I didn’t invite her…next time ;)”
I smiled to myself, this was going to be a good semester…