I don’t know why I like the female foot so much…I just do. The way it looks, feels and smells…it drives me crazy just to think of it! I am currently 26 years old and I am a true footman.
Over the years, I have had many encounters with the female foot. Having recently found some time for myself, I thought I’d take the time and share some of my adventures with my fellow foot fanatics. The best part about the stories I will share with you is that they are all 100% true. Too many that don’t have a foot fetish, the stories may seem a little lame…perhaps not erotic enough. But these stories are intended for those with a foot fetish…and I don’t think they will be disappointed!
The first time I can remember noticing that I had a foot thing was when I was just 14 years old. One Sunday afternoon, my Uncle and Aunt came over for a barbeque and a swim. My Uncle, who was my Dad’s brother, had just got married to the woman. She was quite attractive despite the fact that she was carrying a few extra pounds. She was 34 years old at the time…was about 5’6”, 150lbs and had medium length brown hair.
When they arrived at our house, I instantly noticed her feet. I would often find myself looking at women’s feet, but I never thought anything of it. My Aunt was wearing white flip-flops and her toes were painted a bright shade of pink. Her toes were nice and plump. We all proceeded to the backyard to sit on the patio overlooking the pool.
As all the grown ups sat and chatted, I kept on staring at my Aunt’s flip-flop clad feet. I was starting to feel aroused just by looking at her feet. At this time, having recently discovered masturbation, I wanted to start playing with myself. As I gazed at her feet, I started to wonder what they’d feel like if I were to rub them or what they must smell like. Having already seen a porno movie where a girl gave a guy a foot job, I started to wonder what her feet would feel like against my dick.
Just then, I realized that my Aunt was watching me stare at her feet. She gave me a shy but seductive smile. I turned red as a fire hydrant out of embarrassment. What happened next shocked me…my Aunt slowly started dangle her white flip-flops until they fell off her feet. She was toying with me. I could tell that her flip-flops were well worn as her toe prints were clearly visible on them. I remember thinking to myself how good her flip-flops must smell. She then began to wiggle, spread and flex her toes. Keeping my eyes locked on her feet, I could see that her feet weren’t perfect…rather they looked a little dry and tired. Her soles were very wrinkly. I looked up at her face to see that she was still looking at me with a sinister grin.
She then put her feet on my Uncle’s lap and asked him to rub them for her because they were killing her from the shopping she had done the day before. I knew that she just wanted to drive me nuts because she knew I was into her feet! My Uncle began to rub them, working her heels, arches and toes. I looked at my Aunt’s face, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be in heaven. She opened her eyes for a second to quickly get a glance of me. She knew what she was doing to me. I wish it was me that was rubbing her feet, I remember thinking to myself.
Feeling extremely flustered and horny, I excused myself and went straight to the bathroom. This wasn’t a normal bathroom break, however…I jerked off instead. What was totally new to me, though, was that I didn’t jerk off to the thought of big tits or a shaved @#%$…I jerked off to the thought of feet…and my Aunt’s feet to boot! At that point I knew I had a foot fetish and that my life would never be the same again.
For many nights in the weeks following that barbeque, I jerked off to the thought of my Aunt’s feet. I imagined my tongue between her toes and her feet wrapped around my dick. Knowing that she was my Aunt made that a near impossibility, but I knew that at some point in my life I would have to get some woman’s feet all to myself. That day came quicker that I ever imagined…
…to be continued.
