Friends Sister [MF] (Foot Fetish)

**This was written over several weeks in different posts, so please forgive any errors**

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.
A mixture of bliss and lust hit me as Sara’s toes entered my mouth. I could taste her black nail polish, still fresh, and her sweat. I closed my eyes and grabbed her sole with both hands, groaning as I suck on her toes, taking in every inch.

She watches my reaction, smiling. “I’m glad you like them so much!”, she said, flexing her toes in my mouth. I couldn’t talk with my mouth full of toes, so I just rolled my tongue over each one, from the tip of her toe, all the way to the top of her mouth. I could still smell her foot as well, and this drove me even crazier. Mycock began to twitch in excitement, and I knew she could feel it with her other foot.

She looked down at the bulge in my shorts where her foot rested and pressed dow with her sole, making me groan. “Such a pervert, going after my feet, arent you?”, she said, her eyes darting between my face and my crotch. She kept rubbing with her foot, driving me wild. I tried to grind against her foot, almost instinctively. She pushed down hard, laughing, a mischievous glint in here eye. “Uh-uh-uh”, she said, waving a finger at me. “First you need to clean this”, pointing at her sole as she pulled her toes out of my mouth. “And be gentle, I’m ticklish!”

I could only nod as I brought her foot back to my face. I brought my mouth to her sole and breathed in, taking in the scent of her sweaty feet again. She responded by moving her foot slightly and squeezing my nose with her wet toes. “Start licking, weirdo”, she said. I pushed her foot back a tiny bit, and then ran my tongue from her heel, across her arch , to where her sole met her toes. I could taste her sweat, but her foot felt so soft under my tongue. Sara let out a wiggle and a small laugh, then lightly smacked my cheek with her foot. ” I said I’m ticklish! Be careful with that tongue of yours.”, she said, once again grinding her other foot into my throbbing erection.

I nodded and locked again, though now in smaller regions. First just the top of her foot, under her toes, then down her soles and along her arch. Eventually I circled her heel and licked along her ankle. I watched her sigh as I worked, giving off a very relaxed look. I once again sucked each of her toes, my tongue encircling them, getting in between them. Twice her foot twitched and she gave a soft “mmm” as I sucked her middle toes.

She gave her trademark grin after a few moments, looking at me in the face. “That was a very relaxing cleaning you gave me!”, she said. “But now there is this one…”, and she moved her other foot towards my face, as she moved the other back. She looked at my obvious erection again, saying “let’s make this a bit more fun.” She began to pull down my shorts, but I stopped her. “Aara, are you sure about that?”, I asked. She just rolled her eyes and continued pulling, saying “I’ve seen a cock before, Bill. I’m not a kid.” I looked her in the face “If your brother found out–“, I started. She laughed hard at that, slapping my leg. “You think I’m going to tell him about this?”, she said gesturing at her feet and then to me. “I’m letting you lick my feet and enjoying it. I’m not gonna ruin that. You’re gonna be my footboy. At least for a little while.” She winked at me, and continued to pull down my shorts, until my cock was visible.

She eyed it for a moment, then looked at my face and smiled. “Never seen a cock hard because of my feet before…” She poked it with her toes and it twitched, causing her to laugh.
“This is fun!” She pushed with her foot a few more times and then pushed down, holding it against my stomach with her foot. Her soft sole was cool against my throbbing erection, and she gave a soft sigh as she ran her sole along my cock. “Mmm, that feels nice and warm!” She squeezed her toes on the head as she said this. “Ooh, I felt it twitch.”, she said with a soft giggle. I could only moan as her soft, spit-lubed foot slid across my cock and her still sweaty foot still sat inches from my face. She looked back at me, flexing her toes. “Well, get started on round two, footboy.”

I hungrily pull Sara’s toes to my mouth, my tongue greedily running between them as I feel her other foot still sliding over my cock. I taste the sweat on her toes and the scent of her feet reaches my nose. My cock throbs again as I roll my tongue across her arches and soles, feeling her cool foot against my tongue.

Sara’s eyes go from my face to my cock as I go, watching me react to each of her feet in tandem. “Clean every inch, like a good footboy”, she says as she flexes her toes on my cock. I moan in response, continuing to explore every inch of her foot. As I continue to lick lustily at her long sole, I notice her legs were parted, and without thinking I slide my bare foot between her legs, right up against her crotch. She gives a small mmm as I push against her concealed pussy. There was still a few layers separating my foot from her pussy, but I could feel the heat emanating through her shorts onto my foot. She looked at me, thinking. “Alright”, she said, pulling her feet back. “If you want to play that way, we can.” And with that, she slides her shorts off, revealing white and blue striped panties.

I go to reposition myself, but she puts her hand on my leg and waggles a finger at me. “Uh-uh-uh, footboy. You stay right where you are.” She positions herself on the couch again, but this time rests her pussy right on top of my extended foot. I groan as I feel the wet spot on her panties and the warmth of it on my cool foot. She then steadies herself, bringing one foot to my face and the other to the side of my head. “Finish your dessert”, she said, sliding her long toes back into my mouth. I nod and let out a muffled mmhm as I begin to suck her toes. She begins to push against my face with her other foot, her sole still cool against my flush cheeks. As she does this, she begins to grind on my foot, and I hear her pantied pussy slide across my foot. She lets out a content sigh as she grinds me, and begins to run her cool hands over my shaft and balls. My cock twitches as her cool hands run over my warm balls and she laughs. “Teasing you is so fun!” She continues to toy with my balls, her cold fingers sending shivers through me. In response, I grind my foot into her pussy, feeling her wetness. She moaned softly, and smiled at me “ok, ok, I get it…”

She proceeds to lube up her hands with spit and start jerking me off as I continue to worship her foot, as her other foot caresses my face. I feel her grinding harder and faster. I see her face turn flush as she goes, her toes squeezing my face as her hand pistons up and down my cock. I feel myself starting to cum, and pull her foot out of my mouth and grasp it against me. “Sara, I’m gonna cum!”, I gasp as I continue to push my foot against her grinding pussy. She looks up from my cock to my face and continues to grind my foot as she feels my cock spasm her hand. I feel my cum shoot up, straight up, covering her legs and hands. She squeezes my cock as this happens and quietly moans “Ahh, fuck”, and I feel a death grip of her toes against my chest and on my face, I feel her cumming through her panties and onto my foot,and with two more thrusts she becomes still.

We lay there for a short time, a sweaty, cum covered mess. I look at her and she looks at me, and we each grin at the other. “Was it what you thought it would be like?”, I ask. She stands up, legs unsteady at first, and looks at the wet spot on her crotch, then at the cum on her arms and legs, then back to me.

“It was better”, she said, offering me a hand.

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