this piece was commissioned by /u/Wumbo123. had to change some names – sorry for the title mix up.
When I was a kid, my next door neighbor, Julia, spent most summer days at my house. Her parents were religious and strict and required her to wear long clothing, even in the summer. As a result, she couldn’t go to the pool like everyone else. And I loathed the heat, so the pool was the last place I wanted to be.
So, Julia would come over and we’d spend our days indoors. In my room. On the bedroom floor, reading magazines, listening to music. We were maybe twelve years old. Every time she came over, the first thing she did was take her shoes off. You’d think I’d fantasize about the rest of her body—the stuff that was off limit. But instead, I focused on her feet. I looked forward to everything about her arrival. How she’d sit on the floor. How she’d toss her long brown hair back and sigh with relief as she took off her shoes. Even the smallest thing—like taking off her shoes—was so freeing for her. I couldn’t help but get aroused. I couldn’t help but focus on her feet. Sexualize them, even.
By the time I was in high school, Julia moved. We didn’t stay in touch. I have no idea what happened to her. But my interest in feet increased. People weren’t insecure about their feet. They didn’t hide them like they hid other body parts they were ashamed of. No one seemed to care that feet were exposed. That girls were walking around barefoot or studying in the library with their feet resting on the table. A foot fetish is one of the best fetishes to have. Feet are everywhere. If you have a foot fetish, no one knows. No one knows you’re checking their feet out at the pool or at the nail salon. They’re providing tons of material for your spank bank without even realizing it. You can’t do that with many other fetishes. Imagine if you had a pee fetish and you lingered by bathrooms to listen to women peeing. If you got caught, you’d get your ass kicked. But a foot fetish? Hell, you could just walk into a shoe store and surround yourself with sexy feet, five toes on each foot. Women slipping their shoes off, peeling their socks off. And you? You’re just a customer browsing for shoes …
But I’m getting off topic. One night, my best friend Billy invited me to a party. He went to a different school from me and wanted to introduce me to a girl he thought I’d like—a friend of his named Maria. She was fucking hot. Hispanic. She looked both youthful and mature at the exact same time. She was the kind of girl that’d cause guys to break their necks trying to get a look at her.
Maria was, of course, barefoot.
“Where are your shoes?” I asked casually.
“I donno,” she said with an innocent shrug.
The three of us headed outside and sat down in the backyard, drinking beers and talking about our schools and who we knew from around the neighborhood. A few hours later, Billy, who was the only one who had a car, announced he was heading home. Maria and I both wanted rides, but first, we had to find her shoes. They were … somewhere. White Adidas. Size 7. The three of us parted ways and searched the house high and low.
Obviously, I wanted to be the one to find them. I wanted to have a few seconds alone with them to bury my face in them and inhale. After a few minutes of searching, I heard Maria shout out, “Any luck?” Billy, from a different area in the house, said, “Nope!” And I yelled out from the kitchen, “Nope!” But that was a lie, because I had found her shoes. And I was holding them in my hand. I glanced around. No one was there, except for one kid, who was passed the fuck out. Quickly, I pressed her shoes into my nose and inhaled deeply.
And then, I heard Billy snort. “What are you doing?” He asked.
“Found ’em,” I said with a chuckle.
“What were you –”
“I was fucking with you,” I said, pointing to the reflection of us in the kitchen window. “I saw you come in.”
Billy knew I was full of shit. He didn’t know I had a foot fetish. But he also wasn’t about to rat me out in the event that I actually *did* have a foot fetish. That’s the sort of bond Billy and I had. He didn’t want to bring it up and be awkward, but he knew enough to be cool and keep it to himself. Just incase …
Pretty soon, Maria and I were spending all of our time together. It didn’t take long for us to announce that we were going out. After school, Billy usually dropped her off at my place. She’d walk in through the front lawn, usually barefoot and we’d hang out in my room, “studying” and also, occasionally … actually studying.
One night, I asked why she never wore shoes.
“They suck,” she said. “I like to feel my feet on the earth. On the grass. On the pavement. It’s freeing.”
My cock throbbed through my jeans, which I managed to hide with a biology text book.
I had to touch her feet. I had to kiss them and lick them and smell them. But I didn’t know how to bring it up. I got so anxious and nervous that she’d freak out that I didn’t say a word. And then, one evening, as we were sitting on my bed actually studying, she rested her legs across mine. Her feet were right. Fucking. There. With the book in my left hand, I casually took her right foot in my right hand and began to casually massage it.
She thought it was romantic and I was trying my hardest to fight off the erection that I knew was coming. I must’ve hit one of those pleasure zones or something, because suddenly, she let out a soft groan.
“Mmm,” she whispered. “That feels good.”
This was my chance. Casually, I began to rub a little more, pretending not to break my concentration on whatever fucking book I was reading.
“Godddd,” she groaned. “That feels amazing.”
“You want a foot rub or something?”
“Are you kidding me?” She asked.
I felt a knot in my stomach. I blew it. I went too aggressive too quickly. Of course she’d spot my boner and call me a freak and run out screaming. I stuttered as I tried to explain and apologize, but before I could get out a word, she wiggled her toes and said, “Of course I want a foot massage. Do you have any lotion?”
The fact that I didn’t blow a load in my pants right then and there was a miracle. I went into the bathroom and found some expensive hand lotion and came back in.
“This okay?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said with a shrug.
I strategically held the lotion over my crotch, hiding my raging hard on. I clicked off the lights.
“Setting the mood,” I said with a smirk. She giggled as I positioned myself in the bed. She put her left leg on my left thigh and I squeezed a pump of lotion into my hand. I held her foot up and tried to inhale, savoring the moment before I slathered her foot in lotion and began to rub and massage and press on her feet and toes.
“Godddddd,” she said as she arched back. “Feels so good I think I’m getting turned on, babe.”
I smiled as I rubbed her feet. After five minutes, I switched to the right foot and spent as much attention on the right foot, pressing, rubbing, stroking her perfect sexy feet and toes. She writhed and wiggled in the bed.
A few months later, we were on summer break. Billy suggested we drive down to the beach and spend the day getting tan and playing volleyball and swimming in the ocean. Perfect. Maria was Hispanic, which meant she was comfortable in her body. When we got down to the beach, she stripped out of her shorts and shirt to reveal a skimpy thong bikini. But all I could focus on were her feet and how badly I wanted to suck on them and lick them and kiss them and fuck them.
Still, though, I hadn’t been comfortable enough to bring up my fetish. Unintentionally, Maria indulged me, letting me give her foot rubs. When she asked me to lotion her up, I intentionally lingered at her feet. When I looked up, Billy was staring at me like I was insane. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
Dude definitely knew I was into feet.
Later on, Billy and I went to the taco truck to pick up some lunch while Maria sat on the beach.
“She let you fuck her feet yet?” He asked.
“What?” I asked, playing it cool.
“C’mon, dude. It’s fucking obvious,” Billy said.
“No it isn’t,” I said, defensively.
“Oh … she doesn’t know?”
“I haven’t exactly brought it up …” I said.
“Bro!” Billy said with shock. “Don’t worry. I got this.”
I felt a knot in my stomach. I’d never been so embarrassed. My best friend knew I had a foot fetish that my girlfriend didn’t even know I had! And he was going to get involved? What was he going to do? Was he going to tell her? I started to get nervous. I started to pelt him with questions and concerns and what ifs. He started to laugh and told me to chill out.
After a long day at the beach, we threw on some clothes and walked back to the car. I was a hot mess, nervous beyond belief that Billy was going to say something. And here I thought he was a cool, respectful friend that’d keep this shit to himself. But somehow, he was getting off on the power he held.
In the car ride home. Maria put her feet out of the window as he drove. I was in the back seat with the windows down and Billy saw this as a perfect opportunity to mention something.
“Maria, I think your nasty ass foot sweat is getting blown right into the back seat.”
“My feet do not smell!” She shouted. “Sorry,” she said to me, pulling her feet inside.
“No, no. I don’t mind. I mean. I didn’t smell anything,” I said nervously.
“He doesn’t mind,” Billy said. “Maybe he’s into your feet.”
I was furious, embarrassed. But weirdly, I was aroused, too. I couldn’t explain it. But watching Billy force the issue would work out one of two ways: In my favor or not.
“Oh, you like these toes, babe?” Maria said with a chuckle.
“Uh-huh,” I said from the backseat.
“You like ’em so much, you should suck her toes.”
“Dude,” I shouted with anger.
“Gross!” Maria shouted. “Why you wanna see him lick my feet?”
“I dont,” Billy said. “But the guy has to get off. He’s obviously into your feet.”
“You wanna lick these toes, baby?” Maria asked, turning around in Billy’s car and dangling her feet into the backseat.
“Go on, give ’em a kiss,” Maria said with a smirk.
I decided to play along. I said, “Okay, okay.” And then, for the first time in months—for the first time since Maria and I got together, I reached forward and cupped her feet in my hand. I leaned in and pressed my nose to them and inhaled, slowly. Her feet smelled like the beach. Like salt and sand and sun tan lotion. They smelled sweet and fresh and sweaty at the same time.
“Go on,” Billy ordered from the driver’s seat. “Suck her fuckin’ toes!”
And then, I did it. I put her toes in my mouth and licked them and sucked them. I looked up and locked eyes with Maria, whose mouth hung open.
“Aw, I think he LIKES it,” Maria said.
I couldn’t tell if she was mortified or aroused, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She just let me suck her toes while Billy drove and occasionally glanced down to look. I made my way around all of her toes, the arches of her feet, the soles, the tops, the little soft area between her ankle bones. I put her toes in my mouth and sucked, rubbing my hands up and down her firm, muscular legs. Every time I looked up, her expression seemed to change. At first, I don’t know if she knew what to think. But a few minutes in, she was biting her bottom lip and moaning.
“Yeah,” she grunted. “Lick my dirty feet, babe. Don’t forget to suck them!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Billy finally said, sarcastically.
They laughed. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. On the one hand, Billy should have kept this to himself. But on the other, him being an asshole ended up working out in my favor.
“Let’s get something to eat,” Billy said as he pulled over into a Wendy’s parking lot. He stepped out of his car and Maria grabbed her flip flops. But I lingered.
“What is it?” Maria asked.
“Um, nothing,” I said casually glancing down at my crotch.
“Oh shit!” She shouted. “Oh, yo. Yo, wait a second. Were you legit into that?”
Billy came around to the car and looked in.
“Yep. He’s hard, “Billy said, pointing at my boner and laughing hysterically.
My cheeks turned bright red. I was officially mortified. That was it. Maria was going to break up with me. They were going to abandon me at the Wendy’s an hour from home. I’d have to call an Uber and pay a fortune to get home.
“It’s okay, babe,” Maria said, biting her bottom lip. “Here, c’mere.”
I got out of the car and stood up. Maria found a fire hydrant nearby and walked over to it. She put her left foot on the hydrant and called me over.
“Come jerk off,” she offered.
“Oh shit,” Billy said, looking away.
“No, no,” Maria said. “You can film it.”
Maria pulled her iPhone from her pocket and tossed it to Billy. He opened the camera and hit record as I walked over, both embarrassed and aroused at the same time. The parking lot was almost entirely dark, except for a perfectly placed light that seemed to shine down on her perfect left foot.
“Do it,” she whispered.
Ashamed and anxious, my heart racing, I walked over and pulled my swimsuit down, exposing my cock. Maria bit her bottom lip and nodded as I began to stroke my cock. Billy stood by, chuckling occasionally as he filmed he masturbating over Maria’s foot.
“Do it, baby. Do it. Cum on my foot.”
I jerked off faster and faster until I started to shake. I lowered myself closer to her foot. My hard cock pressed against her tan, soft skin and suddenly, I exploded, soaking the entirety of her foot in cum. Billy, even though he was nowhere near the splash zone, leapt back when I came.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
I kept cumming. A massive load. Pent up. Years of dreaming about this moment had finally paid off. Ropes of cum shot all over her left foot. Some even managed to make it onto her right foot, which was firmly planted on the grass.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aik859/sylvias_feet_mmf_foot_fetish_mast
Yep, going to need some more of this. Thank you!
Nice