DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual relations are over the age of 18. This is going to be a story about a guy with a foot fetish and him ending up in a wholesome loving relationship with the hottest girl in his class. There will be no humiliation, slavery, or non-con stuff. There will also be a lot of foot smelling, and mentions of toejam. If you are repulsed by these things, please don’t read this story. It will take a little bit to get to the sexy stuff, but it will be worth it (hopefully). This is also my first time writing a story online, so be kind :).
Chapter 1
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is John Smith. I know, sounds like the name of a guy in some stupid online erotica. I am currently in college, studying to be a software engineer. At 21 years old, there is almost nothing unusual about me, I am not the nerd or the jock, just an average dude trying to get through this phase of my life so I can get a decent job and settle down. Oh, I said almost nothing remarkable. I guess you could say there’s one thing.
I was 18 when I first came to terms with it. You see, I have a very strong fetish for women’s feet. One day when I was 18, one of my mom’s friends named Martha came to visit. It had been extremely hot that day. She came inside and sat down in the living room. My mom called me down from my room and told me to say hello, while she went to the kitchen and prepared some tea for herself and her friend. I came over into the living room and noticed Martha was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. I quickly sat down next to her. Oh, I forgot to mention that she was a total milf. She had gorgeous black hair, big boobs, and a generous round ass. This particular day she was wearing some sexy black leather pumps.
“Oh John, long time no see! It seems just yesterday you only came up to my thigh. Now look at you, growing up to be a handsome young man.” Martha said with a cute smile on her face.
What happened next was so memorable that I don’t even remember what I said back to her. She started removing her pumps and placed her bare feet on the glass table. They were absolutely beautiful. She obviously took very good care of her feet. From the looks of it, they were probably a size 7 or 8. Her soles looked soft and smooth. Her toes were painted a dark red and were the perfect size, and her feet were so sweaty that I saw a few drops of her footsweat drip onto the coffee table. A pungent vinegary odor started to waft into my nostrils, no doubt due to Martha’s sexy stinky feet. At first I was repulsed by the smell, but then I secretly started to enjoy it. I surreptitiously started to inhale her foot stench right into my lungs, enjoying their vinegary aroma. I was absolutely hard at this point.
Martha too noticed the smell wafting from her feet. She wrinkled her nose and said, “Oh I hope you don’t mind the smell, I can’t help that its so hot outside.”
She thankfully had no idea that I was in heaven. I told her that I didn’t really mind the smell at all, and that it was understandable that things like this could happen. We then continued talking about old times, and I continued inhaling the stink of her feet. During a lull in the conversation, I looked down towards her feet. There was something small and dark between her toes. I quickly realized it was her toejam. It was all over her in between her toes, sticking to them like cheese. My heart started to hammer out of my chest. As if their amazing vinegary aroma wasn’t enough, Martha’s feet looked delicious. All that sweat and toejam must have made for an exquisite delicacy. My fantasies were cut short however, as Martha said that she was going to check on mom and see why the tea was taking so long. She got up, without putting on her pumps, and walked off into the kitchen. I was now alone in the living room with her sexy shoes.
I was already horny out of my fucking mind. I looked down into her pumps on the ground. The insole, which was supposed to be white, was completely stained black with her footsweat. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do next. I picked up one of her pumps, pressed the insole to my nose, and after making sure I was truly alone, took the deepest whiff I could. An explosion of vinegary foot smell exploded into my nose. It was absolutely intoxicating. My mouth opened from how good it felt. I opened my eyes and looked around I was committing a crime, and pulled down my shorts to jerk off to Martha’s foot stench. My dick was completely rock hard at this point. I took another hit of the pump and almost moaned out loud. I imagined Martha’s feet being trapped in these shoes for hours, completely marinating the shoe with their sweat. I imagined licking and worshipping her feet, sucking on her red toes and eating all of her sticky toejam. That thought lead to another brilliant idea.
After coming this far, there was no reason to not try the taste of Martha’s sweaty pumps. So, with my heart beating faster than ever before, I pulled out my tongue and ran it over the insole. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head at the taste. It was salty and slightly sour, not something one would normally consider delicious, but in my lust-addled state of mind, it was the best thing I had ever tasted. I repeatedly lapped at the sweaty pump for all I was worth, all the while jerking off my dick and inhaling the pungent odor of Martha’s feet. I suddenly realized that after cumming, I would have no way to clean up my mess. So I did something that, admittedly, was not very smart in hindsight, but luckily didn’t end up causing my any problems. I positioned Martha’s pump right in front of the tip of my cock, and started furiously jerking my dick into it. I came harder than any previous time in my life, and poured all of my semen into Martha’s pump.
After my orgasm was finished, I suddenly realized what I had just done. Shame and guilt completely consumed me. I quickly replaced Martha’s pump, pulled up my shorts, and ran back up to my room, quickly yelling towards the kitchen that I had homework to complete. Once inside my room, I started to think more rationally. Obviously, I started questioning whether I had a foot fetish. I had never previously been attracted to feet, and this was the first time something like this had happened. Was I some sort of freak now? Would any girl ever want to be with me if I told her that I would like to smell her feet? What if my mom and Martha found out what I had done? I sat down on my bed and, after pondering and worrying about it for a while, I decided that it would be best to not dwell on this right now. I then laid down for a nap.
I woke up a few hours later and the first thing I did was decide to do some research and see just how common this sort of thing was. I was certainly surprised by what I found. I already knew that the foot fetish was one of the most common fetishes, but I didn’t think smelling feet was a part of it. I found tons of foot fetish porn and erotica that night, including this amazing board on Tapatalk called “Themousepad”.
Then when I was going to sleep that night, after jerking off once again to the memory of Martha’s feet, I finally came to the conclusion: I, John Smith, had a foot fetish.
Yep. So that was the tale of my “origin”. It has been 5 years since then, and unfortunately none of that time was spent indulging in my fetish quite like I did with Martha’s shoes. All I had was foot fetish porn and erotica. Let us see what the future holds.
Chapter 2
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, signaling the start of another day. Another day of doing the same thing I had been doing for the past 4 months. Every day just felt the fucking same, maybe because it was the fucking same. Wake up, go to class, come home, study for a few hours, eat when I feel hungry, jerk off, go to sleep, repeat. I got of out of bed and went through the motions of getting ready. After having a quick meal and packing my bag, I got out of the apartment and took the subway to my college.
The classroom was around half full when I walked in. I immediately noticed Mike sitting near the other door of the classroom. Mike was basically my only friend at college. He had black hair and was about 5’11. Him and I had a lot in common, in that he too was just an average Joe trying to get through college with decent grades. It was almost uncanny how similar we were in that regard. I quickly went over and sat down on the empty seat in front of him.
“You aren’t late today.” he said with a cheeky smile on his face.
“It seems I am not. Why is there so few people today?” I replied.
“Beats me. You ask out Emily yet?” So that’s why he was looking so fucking smart-assed today.
“Of course you are getting shit scores in every test when that’s all you can talk about. And no, I didn’t ask her out. And I am not going to anytime soon. Maybe if its my last day on Earth, I will consider it.” It wasn’t even hyperbole. Every time I came to class, Mike asked me that same dreaded question.
“Bro, you realize she doesn’t even know you exist. And how could she when you have not even attempted to say a word to her for… 4 fucking months! You will not get anywhere near her pussy with that attitude.” I wanted to wipe that shitty smirk off his face so bad.
Oh Emily. As far as I am concerned, she is the prettiest girl in the entire college. Some idiots may disagree with me on that, but they are out of their minds. Emily had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful golden brown tanned skin. She was around 5’8 and had curves in all the right places. You might assume from her appearance that she would be a total bitch to basically everyone who wasn’t part of her social circle, but you would be WRONG. As far as I knew, she was a total sweetheart to everyone around her. She didn’t call boys losers for asking her out, she didn’t sleep around with basically every jock, and even when she rejected someone, she was always polite about it. In short, she was literally a fucking goddess. Oh, and that wasn’t even the best part.
Emily had the prettiest feet I had ever seen. Even though I had only gotten quick glimpses of them from far away whenever she wore flip-flops, I could tell they were fucking beautiful. She had gorgeous curved arches, soft soles, and suckable toes which were always painted some color. I had spent many hours at night fantasizing about what her feet would look like up close, how they would taste, and how they would stink after she came home from class.
I sat down and looked around for Emily, but it seemed she hadn’t arrived yet. This was new. She was usually pretty punctual to class. I mentally shrugged and took out my notes from the previous lecture and started revising. Gradually, the classroom started filling up as more students started to show up in groups. But strangely, there was still no sign of Emily.
“Looks like your entire of reason for existing is not here today.” Mike said after basically the entire class was full.
Eventually the professor arrived and I came to the conclusion that she probably wasn’t feeling well or something. The lecture was just about to begin when the doors flew open and in came a panting Emily. It seemed she had ran to get to class on time. She was wearing a white tank top which bulged outwards due to her generous tits, and black jean shorts that came down to her knees. Her blonde hair was sticking to her face, and her sexy tanned legs were glistening due to the heat. She was wearing sneakers with white ankle socks.
“Sorry Professor, my alarm didn’t go off today.” Emily said while still panting. The professor told her to quickly get seated. Almost all the seats were already taken however, except for one: the seat right beside me. Emily noticed this and quickly sat down next to me. My heart instantly started beating faster and I had to force myself to calm down just in time for the lecture to begin. I reached inside my pocket to take out my pen, but it was empty. I looked inside my bag, but the pen wasn’t there either. I realized that my dumb ass had forgot to bring a pen to class. Emily noticed this and quickly handed me a pen.
“Its alright, I have an extra.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Thanks.”
“You’re John right?”
Holy crap, she actually knew my name. “Yeah, I’m John.” My heart was beating even faster now. This was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and she was talking to me like I was an actual person. The lecture had already gotten underway, so there was no more time for chatting. We both refocused on the professor and started making our notes. From time to time, I sneakily looked down at Emily’s feet in her sneakers. It was extremely hot outside today, and she had come running to the class. Her feet probably smelled amazing right now. I tried not to get too distracted by that thought, but was pretty unsuccessful. This was probably the most inattentive I had ever been during a lecture. At one point, I noticed a drop of sweat running down her smooth legs and almost drooled at the sight. Emily mostly didn’t see me checking her out, although at one point when I looked towards her she did smile back at me. I quickly turned away and focused back on the lecture.
Eventually class came to an end, and so did my time sitting next to Emily. I wondered if something like this would happen to me again, when Mike’s previous words flashed through my mind: “You will not get anywhere near her pussy with that attitude”.
I still can’t believe I had the balls to do what I did next. When most of the students had cleared out, I prepared to ask Emily that dreaded question.
“Hey Emily, uh, I-I was wondering something.”
“What is it?”
“I was wondering if uh, you would like t-to, uh go out for coffee sometime. You know, I know a v-very good cafe that is very close by. Only if y-you want to though.” I knew I was probably shaking like I was having a seizure, but I was too far in to back out at this point. It would have killed me inside to be rejected obviously, but to be honest I had already ran this scenario in my head a thousand times, and I was prepared to be shot down.
“Oh sure, when would you like to go?” Emily replied.
“Uh, what?”
She giggled at me in the most adorable way. “I said when would you like to go? This Sunday okay?” She said, still smiling at me.
“Oh. OH. Uh, yeah, Sunday is great. So I uh, hope you have a g-good day.”
She had a hand in front of her mouth, and I realized she was trying to hold back her laughter. “Okay, hope you have a good day too.” She said, imitating me.
I nervously laughed and said bye to her, and then got to the process of trying to calm the fuck down. I had just successfully asked the most beautiful girl in the college out. When my heart had finally stopped beating out of my chest, I started looking around for Mike so I could finally shut him up, but it looked like he had already left. I shrugged, exited the lecture hall, and started towards my apartment.
When I got back home, I laid down on my bed and contemplated what today meant. I was both excited and terrified of the possibilities. It would of course be fucking amazing if something happened between me and Emily, but suddenly there was one thought that instantly destroyed all of my excitement and filled me with anxiety: If it does work out between me and Emily, and we start going out, what about my foot fetish? What will she do once she finds out I’m into women’s feet? I realized that this was probably the reason I had always been so terrified of asking her out. I decided that I would cross that bridge when I came to it, and decided to go to sleep.
Chapter 3
Today was Friday, one day after I had asked Emily out to coffee on Sunday. I had texted Mike yesterday in the evening and told him about how he had missed me asking Emily out. I woke up and immediately remembered the events of yesterday. My mind started going through all the possibilities of what could occur on Sunday. I decided to wake up, get ready and quickly head to class.
Upon entering the classroom, I noticed that Emily had not been late today. She was sitting towards the back of the classroom, and waved at me to come sit next to her. My heart once again started pounding, but I managed to get next to her without falling over.
Sitting next to her, I noticed she was again wearing the same sneakers as yesterday, with what looked like the same socks. Those sneakers must smell amazing right now. I sat down and we started talking.
“So, we still on for Sunday?” I asked her.
“Yeah, of course. Hey I wanted to ask a little favor. You see, I’m had trouble with this particular part of the lecture yesterday, could you explain this to me before today’s class?” She replied while pointing to a part of her notes.
“Sure, I am actually halfway competent when it comes to this.”
“Thanks! This will be a huge help. Hold on, let me get comfortable.” She started taking off her sneakers. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. She untied both of her shoes one by one, and I saw that the bottoms of her white ankle socks were greyed at the heel and toe area, no doubt due to her delicious foot sweat. A pungent aroma of cheesy feet started wafting towards me. I immediately got a boner. I tried to calm myself down, but her sweaty socks combined with her amazing foot stink were making that almost impossible.
“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind the smell. Its just way too hot today.” She said with an apologetic smile on her face. I told her that it was fine, while secretly taking small breaths of her foot stink. I began explaining the to her the section she was having trouble with, and thanked all the foot gods in the world. I started wondering what her feet looked like right now. They would no doubt have the same beautiful tan as the rest of her skin. Her toes might be painted white, which would drive me absolutely wild. I started imagining how sweaty they would be, how they would taste, and whether she would have any toejam stuck between her toes. My mouth started salivating after that thought. At one point I looked up and saw Mike entering the classroom. He saw who I was sitting with and gave me a thumbs up with a genuine smile on his face. I returned his smile and got back to Emily.
After I was done, Emily smiled at me and said “Wow! You are a pretty good teacher. I don’t think I’m gonna have anymore problems in this section now.”
“Thanks, if you do have anymore problems, feel free to ask me about it. I will be happy to help.” I replied, hoping I didn’t sound too desperate. Emily nodded, and then she looked down towards her feet and scrunched up her cute little nose.
“Whew! They are pretty bad today. My friends always say I have pretty stinky feet. You sure you don’t mind the smell?” She asked with a questioning stare.
I started panicking a little. What if she suspected I had a thing for feet? “Oh, no its fine. I honestly don’t mind. Besides, they’re not that bad.”
Emily suddenly got a pondering look on her face. “You don’t have a foot fetish do you?”
My heart started hammering out of my chest. I somehow managed to muster up a reply. “No, I don’t. That would be super weird. I mean who would get off on a girl’s stinky feet?”
“Well, I honestly think a foot fetish is pretty cute. I would love for a guy to massage my feet or suck on my toes during sex. I have never actually been with a guy like that though.” She said, while putting her feet back into her sneakers.
My mind started racing after this revelation. Emily would like to be with a guy who had a foot fetish. She would like if someone sucked her toes during sex. Little did she know she was sitting next to someone exactly like that.
“Oh, well that’s interesting. I mean, we all have our own kinks, so it’s I guess it wouldn’t be that weird.” I replied. At this point the Professor arrived, and the lecture began. During the lecture, I kept remembering the cheesy stink of Emily’s feet. I then realized something else. Emily’s feet had stunk to high heaven, and she had still been wearing socks. I then imagined how her bare feet would reek upclose to my face. It nearly caused me to cum in my pants.
After the lecture was over, I said goodbye to Emily and went over to talk to Mike.
“So, looks like you actually listened to my advice. Honestly, at first I didn’t believe you. But it looks like you will be getting some pussy after all.” Mike said once I came over to him.
“I can’t say anything yet. I mean we haven’t even gone out on a date yet, and what you saw was literally my second time talking to her ever.”
“Baby steps man, baby steps. Before you know it, you gonna be doing the nasty with her all night long.”
“I certainly hope so. I mean she’s so fucking beautiful its almost unfair.”
Mike laughed and we went our separate ways. When I got back home, I immediately jerked off to the smell of Emily’s feet, and also the fact that she didn’t seem too opposed to the idea of dating a guy with a foot fetish. I imagined all sorts of scenarios in my head, and they were better than any porn I had ever seen.
Chapter 4
Eventually Sunday came around, which was the day I had my date with Emily. I was as excited as I was terrified. We were supposed to meet up at the café at half past 10. It was 9’o clock right now, so I had some time to figure out what I wanted to wear. I decided to go with a white shirt with blue jeans. The commute to the café would take me about half an hour, so I got going at quarter to 10 to make it a little early.
I arrived at the café and got seated on a table towards the back. Now I just had to wait for Emily to arrive. It was pretty hot out today, so of course I started fantasizing about Emily’s sweaty feet. I still remembered the sample of her foot reek I had experienced 2 days ago, and even after jerking off to that moment 4 different times, it still managed to get me hard. I was still fantasizing about her, when I saw Emily entering the cafe.
She was wearing a black top with a white skirt which came down to her knees, and had a touch of makeup on. She looked like an absolute vision of beauty, but in the approachable kind of way. My eyes drifted down towards her feet, and I noticed she was wearing black stiletto pumps without socks. My brain started doing backflips as I realized what that meant for her feet. She saw me from across the cafe and waved at me with a smile.
“You actually came.” I said with a smile on my face.
“You didn’t think I wouldn’t show up, did you?” God she was fucking beautiful.
She sat down and we ordered some coffee.
“So, how do you like this place?” I asked her.
“Its pretty cozy, and this coffee is pretty good.” She replied. I asked her about what her hobbies were, and she revealed that she liked to draw. I asked to show me some of her drawings sometime, to which she agreed.
“So have you always been good at studying?” She asked.
“Not really. I mean I had pretty good grades in school, but I was never the kid who was destined to become a CEO or something. I guess I’m just pretty good at following instructions, so I don’t have a problem with following what the teachers tell me to. But it doesn’t really go beyond that, you know.”
She nodded her head, and then looked down towards her feet with an annoyed expression.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Its just that my feet really hurt, plus its so hot out today, so its kind of uncomfortable in these pumps.” She replied.
An idea popped up in my head. We were towards the back of the cafe. There wasn’t really anyone else around us.
“You can take off your shoes if it hurts too much.”
She snapped her head up towards me, and suddenly got a mischievous smile on her face. I started panicking that she was gonna call me out on my shit, but then…
“Looks like someone likes the look of my feet.” She said in a joking manner. Relief flooded through me, as I realized she was just teasing me, although then I thought if it would really be that bad if she knew of my foot fetish. After all, she said 2 days ago that she would find that cute in a guy. So I decided to be bold.
“Well maybe I do like the look of your feet.”
She suddenly did an eyebrow raise, as she wasn’t expecting me to say that. But she smiled and took off her shoes. A faint scent of her cheesy feet started wafting towards me. Although it was nowhere near as strong as the incident 2 days ago, it still felt amazing. The weather had certainly done a number on her feet. The smell also had a hint of worn leather and what I presume was the lotion she used on her feet. Combine that with her footsweat, and it made for an intoxicating combination. Emily didn’t seem too bothered by her stink however, and we continued chatting for a bit. At one point however, I “accidentally” dropped my spoon and it fell under the table. I bent down to pick it up and get a good look at her feet, and my jaw almost hit the floor. Let’s break this down.
The first thing that I noticed was the exponential increase in her foot reek. The space under the table was completely polluted with her cheesy foot stench. I looked towards her feet and saw that they were slightly shining from all the sweat. There were even a few drops on the floor. Her toes were painted white which was an amazing contrast to her sexy tanned skin. I was disappointed to see that there was no toejam, although that was probably because she showered this morning. Realizing it would look weird if I spent the rest of time under the table, I quickly picked up the spoon and came up with a red face.
Emily had an amused look on her face. I had a feeling she was somewhat aware of my fetish at this point. Luckily she didn’t seem too weirded out. After we had finished our coffee, we decided to talk about what we should do next. There was an amusement park nearby, so that’s where we decided to go. We split the bill on the coffee, and headed out. After entering the amusement park, we decided to have a go at the rides. Over the course of a few hours, we had visited all the rides. We decided to end the date just taking a stroll in the park. It was evening now, and the sun was low in the sky. We were both exhausted from all the rides.
“So, did you have fun?” I asked her.
“Of course I did! That was awesome, especially the roller coaster.” She said with a smile on her face.
“Yeah, that was fucking scary.”
“Mmhm.”
I suddenly realized I didn’t have her number. “Say, would you mind giving me your number? So that if we do this again, I can just text you about it.”
She smiled. “Very smooth mister.” She did give me her number though, so you can’t deny it wasn’t smooth!
“I had a lot of fun today John. You’re pretty cute you know, a lot cuter than you think.”
“Thanks, although I think a lot more fun than you today.”
“Oh I could tell, especially in the cafe when you dropped your spoon.” She said with a cheeky smile on her face.
I turned beet red and sputtered. “W-what do you mean by that?”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, which turned me even redder. She giggled. “Don’t think I’m not onto you mister. I know you like my feet. Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with that. But you didn’t honestly expect that I wouldn’t figure it out when you stare at them like it’s part of your religion?”
I was embarrassed to say the least. How long had she known? Would like to go out with anymore after this? “You don’t think its weird? I know you said you would find that cute, but honestly I thought you were just messing around.”
“I was serious, and I still am. I like that you think my feet are beautiful. And don’t think I don’t notice you taking in little breaths whenever I take my shoes off around you.”
I was happy and freaking out at the same time. On one hand my crush knew I liked her stinky feet, on the other hand she didn’t seem horrified by it. Maybe this wasn’t too bad after all.
“You mean we’re may still be on for another date?”
“Oh I don’t know about ONE more date, I might be up for several more. This might be the most fun I have ever had on a date.” She replied
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My heart started doing backflips. Emily wanted to go on more dates with me!
“Oh. That’s awesome. That, uh, that makes me really happy.” I said with a dumb smile on her face.
She giggled in that adorable way of hers again. “Well, its getting late. Don’t forget to message me tonight. You might get a nice surprise later if you remember.” She winked.
I promised her I wouldn’t forget, and we parted ways.
After getting home, I locked the door and instantly started jumping up and down. I realized that not only had I succeeded in making our first date good, Emily had also found out about my foot fetish and it hadn’t been a total disaster. In fact, it had been the exact opposite. Now that everything was out in the open, I was excited about how she would tease me with her feet in the future. Suddenly, I remembered about texting her when I got home. I pulled out my phone, saved her number, and messaged with her with a simple “hi, this is john”. She replied a few minutes later.
“hey, i just got home. so bout that surprise i promised…”
My heart started hammering once again, and then she sent me a photo. In it she was holding one of her sweaty feet upto her face and taking a deep whiff. She then sent me another message.
“i can see why you like my feet. they smell fucking nasty.”
I instantly got hard and replied “thx for that”. She sent back a “ur welcome” and then went offline. I jerked off to the photo she had sent me, and had probably the biggest orgasm of my life. I finally decided to go to bed and looked back on today. It had started with us meeting in the cafe, then we had a blast in the amusement park, then Emily had revealed she knew of my fetish, and finally it ended with the sexy pic she had sent me. This was a good day, and I was determined the next would be even better.
Chapter 5
I woke up the next day after my date with Emily, and my face split up with a grin as I remembered last night. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen was now actually my girlfriend! It was a Monday, which meant I had class today. I quickly got ready, excited to see Emily again. I walked into class and spied her sitting across the room. She was engrossed in her notes, probably revising for today’s lecture. I quietly walked over and sat down next to her. She smiled beautifully at me once she noticed I was sitting next to her, her lips adorned with a light dash of pink lipstick.
“You look happy.” she says.
“Of course I am, remembering how yesterday went. I feel like I have succeeded in life you know.”
She laughed. “So, how did you like the little photo I sent you last night?”
“Honestly? That was the most arousing thing I have ever seen.”
“That was the intention, I’m glad you liked it, you little foot perv.” She said teasingly.
I had talked to her for less than a minute and she had already made this day amazing. Needless to say, I was excited about our future. We talked for a few more minutes, during which I glanced down at her feet. Today she was wearing some cute little flats with white socks. While I was fantasizing about her feet, she noticed where I was looking and I panicked thinking she would pissed off.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to space out like that.”
“It’s fine, you can stare all you like.” She replied. Man, this was fucking amazing. She started looking around the class, which was still mostly empty. Suddenly she removed one of her flats, stuck her fingers inside the sweaty sock, and rubbed them around on her sole. I sat mesmerized as she pulled her fingers out and held them to my nose. Her cheesy foot stink immediately worked its way up my nose, and I greedily sniffed her fingers to take in more of it. I just realized what had occurred: this beautiful girl had stuck her fingers inside her nasty socks and was letting me smell her foot reek. I had to struggle to not moan out loud. I looked over at Emily, who was smiling at me.
“How is it?” She asked with a cheeky smile. I suddenly remembered the photo last night.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Emily raised an eyebrow at me, before sticking her fingers back into her sock, bringing them upto her cute little nose, and taking a deep whiff.
“Oh, wow.” She exclaimed. I was now horny out of my mind, seeing this girl smelling her own foot stink.
She looked me straight in the eyes while taking another whiff of her fingers and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “Imagine how they will be up close to your face.” She then stuck her fingers back into her socks, and while still staring at me, stuck them into her mouth.
“Mm, they taste even better than they smell.” She said while sucking on her fingers. Holy fuck this girl was awesome. Steeling myself, I asked the question that had been burning in my mind for several minutes now.
“Um, are you into this as well?” I said, my heart hammering.
She suddenly made an exaggerated thinking face, before smirking and saying, “Maybe.”
Holy shit, the girl whose feet I had been lusting after for months now might be into her own feet too. This revelation made me feel over the moon, because not only was it arousing, but it also knocked out any possibility of her thinking my fetish was weird or something. This was now something we could explore together.
Eventually the class started filling up, so we composed ourselves and got ready for the lecture. My mind was still reeling however. The image of Emily smelling her own feet came unbidden to my mind. I somehow managed to calm down enough so that I could focus on the lecture. I suddenly realized that for some reason Mike had skipped class today, as I couldn’t see him anywhere. He probably overslept and couldn’t make it today, although that wasn’t gonna stop me from questioning him about it next time I saw him. At the end of the lecture the professor reminded us of the test that we had in a week. I saw some students groaning as they had probably forgotten about it. Not me though. I had actually prepared pretty well. After class, I talked to Emily.
“Hey, wanna go on another date sometime?” I asked hoping for a yes.
“Sure, I had a lot of fun yesterday. When were you thinking?”
“Well seeing as we have the test next Monday, maybe we could do it this Sunday? That way we can prepare for the test up till Saturday.”
“Sure, that works for me.” She then got a thoughtful look on her face, like she had an idea she wanted to tell me about. We continued our talk outside.
“I just had an idea. You know the socks I am wearing now, they get really nasty when I have been wearing them all day as they absorb all of my foot sweat. So how about I wear these same socks till Sunday without washing them, and if you do a really good job on our date, I will give them to you.” She finished.
I stopped and contemplated if I had heard her correctly. “You serious?”
“Yep.”
“I mean, I don’t know in what world I’m gonna say no to that, that is if you were asking for my opinion.”
She giggled. “You better do a really good job on this date, because trust me, you’re gonna want these socks when I’m done with them.”
I imagined those socks sticking to her beautiful feet for a whole six days, completely marinated in her sweat. I imagined taking deep whiffs of them and sucking all of the taste out of them. I was rock hard once again. We said our goodbyes, and I immediately started thinking about all the ways I could make this date better than the last one, because I just needed to have those socks. I got home and crashed on my bed, my mind immediately going back to today’s events. About thirty minutes later I got a message from Emily. It was another photo. In it she was holding one of her flats to her face and taking a deep sniff.
“smells like vinegar” she wrote.
“lol, thx for this”
“ur welcum. make sure to remain hydrated ;)”
God she was such a tease. I instantly took off my pants and boxers, and jerked one out while remembering Emily’s foot stink.
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