So a few weeks go by and Summer continues to fly by. Sarah and I text, usually to see how the days going, but sometimes to flirt. A couple times she posted pictures of her feet, usually bare or in flip flops, to social media, saying “Lovely day out!”, and I knew she was secretly teasing me, because she never posted pictures like that previously. She began to ask what I liked about feet, what color nail polish I enjoyed, and other similar questions. This was amazing to me, as I had never met a girl interested in my fetish. I explained how I felt and she seemed intrigued by it.
Eventually, she asked if we could hang out, just us, and I was thrilled. I wasnt sure how her family would feel, or if they knew how we felt really about each other at the time (Her father was very overbearing). She said she had it under control. She had told them that she was going to a movie and I was her ride to and from, because I lived close. When asked why her brother couldn’t take her, it was the simple truth: He was at work.
The day comes, and I try to hide my apprehension and excitement as I drove up and knocked. Her mom answered the door and gave me a warm hello and a “thank you” for driving Sarah to the movies. I waved it off and just said “Hey, I’m always over here hanging out with Alex and you always make sure I get dinner, so it’s the least I can do!”
She smiles and calls into the house “Sarah, your ride is here!” She asks if I want to come in, and I just shaked my head, hitching my thumb back to my car “left the engine running.” She smiled and nodded, and we quickly heard some thudding as Sarah came down the stairs and hurried to the door. “I’m coming!, Sarah said as she quickly slid into some shoes and walked past me and out the door. “Hey nerd”, she called at me, smirking. “Sarah!”, her mom said, giving her a stern look. I just laughed.
“Its alright, shes just goofing around.” I turned and wave as Sarah has already stepped off the porch to the car “Have a good one! I’ll drop Sarah off once the movies over. Bye!”
I walk off the porch and watch Sarah already climbing into the passenger seat. She shuts the door and grins at me ad I climb in as well. “Thanks for picking me up!”, she says as I give her a once over.
She was in tight jean shorts that barely went down to her long, tan legs. She also had a grey tshirt on. Her curly hair was tied back today in a bun. She wore grey running shoes, and I could see the edges of the colorful socks beneath.
I smiled at her and started to back out of the driveway. “No problem, figured it was the least I could do.”
We chatted as I drove, passing along jokes and how our day had gone. After a few minutes Sarah slid her shoes off as she watched me, and put her feet on the dash. I looked over at her feet, her long toes stretching the fabric of her grey and purple socks. “Keep your eyes on the road, weirdo.”, she said, smirking. She flexed her toes, taunting me. I looked to the road and back again, unable to keep my eyes off those scantily clad feet. I noticed the soles of her socks seemed slightly damp, and then the smell hit me. It wasnt overpowering, but it was there. A smell that sent off bells and whistles in the olfactory part of my brain. I couldn’t control myself and I took in a large sniff of it, trying to not show any reaction. Sarah noticed, however, and gave a wicked grin. “I went for a run this morning”, she said , eyeing me. “And I figured, footboy might enjoy this, and I know I will, so why not?” She flexed her toes again and ran a hand over the top of her feet. “They do need a massage now though, so I guess you can do that too.”
I looked at her, watching her face. “How do you know I like it, or want to do that?”, I ask. She rolls her eyes. “Well, its pretty obvious after our talks. You like my feet, I like the attention. Plus, I get to boss you around, its fun!” “Fun?”, I ask. “Yeah”,she replies, slowly putting her feet back into her shoes. “You’re older than I am by a few years, it’s kind of fun to be the one in charge a bit. And if I’m being honest, kind of hot.” She blushes slightly. “Hot how?” “Well, I saw how excited my feet got you. I saw your boner, and I knew I did that, with my feet, and that was hot to me.” I smiled, turning the car into my driveway “Well, I’m glad you enjoy it, because I do as well.”
She looked to me as she unbuckled her seatbelt, “Thanks, Bill. This is still a bit weird to me, but I enjoy it.”
“Good, now let’s get inside!”, I say, climbing out of the car. We head inside to the cool house, where we breathe in a sigh of relief. “That feels so much better!”, Sarah exclaims, sliding off her shoes and stretching. “Nice and cool!” I agree and ask if she needs anything. ‘Water would be great!”, she says.
I tell her to make herself comfortable and go to grab us some waters. I throw some ice in and walk back out to the living room to see her sprawled on the large couch, tan body glazed with sweat. I walk over and hand her a drink. She thanks me and downs half of it instantly. She sighs contentedly, putting the cup on the coffee table. “Much better!,” she says, smiling up at me. I take a sip out of mine and almost spit it out as I feel something on my stomach. I look down and see her foot, still clad in those grey and purple ankle socks. “This might refresh you”, she said, wriggling her long toes at me.
I take a quick sip of water and put it down, seating myself on the couch, Sarah’s feet still on my stomach. “What do you want to do first?”, I asked. Sarah thought for a moment, and then grinning, said, “I’m going to test something. Lay here”, she said, pointing with her toes to the one end of the couch. I obey, laying down so my legs are by her and her feet are near my head. “Let’s see how much of a footboy you really are!”, and with that, puts her socked feet on my face.
I gasp as they envelop me, her feet long enough to easily cover most of my face. Then I’m hit with the smell. This time it’s right in my nose, the smell of her sweaty feet. I groan softly as I hold her feet to my face, breathing in her scent. She flexes her toes on my faces, making me even more aroused. I moan again into her damp soles. I’m getting harder by the second as she rubs her feet on my face.
“Ooh, what’s this?”, she says, moving one of her feet to my crotch. She pushes it over my hardening cock, and I know she can feel it. “Mmm, you are such a weirdo.”, she said softly. I groan again, now burying my face in her other foot. “Let’s change it up a bit”, she says, and she slowly pulls her socks off, revealing long, soft soles, high arches, those lovely long toes, and beautiful black polish on her nails.
I take it all in, awestruck.
“You said you liked black polish, right?, she said, flashing her toes at me. I nod, unable to talk, just gazing at her amazing feet. She grinned wickedly.
“Well, they need to be cleaned”, and with that, she pushes her toes into my mouth.
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