Fetish Freak – Hailey’s Date to Remember (Part 1)
If you’ve been following my fetish freak story, we left off at my date’s house. We had just gone into the living room and sat down on his nice soft leather couch. He poured wine for the two of us.
Putting on some meaningless show for background noise, we continued to sip our wine and conversate. We were talking and laughing, both of us really enjoying ourselves.
The night was going really well, and I could tell he was trying to put the moves on me. He kept trying to hold my hand and pull me close and even snuck in for a kiss or two. Everything was going pretty well, and all of a sudden I caught him looking down towards my feet.
He was trying to be subtle about it, so I wouldn’t notice, but as we were talking, his eyes just kept moving down towards the black heels I was wearing.
Finally, I cracked a small grin and asked him how he liked my shoes.
He blushed, looking pretty embarrassed. It was like he had just been caught stealing money from his mom’s purse, or something. I actually found it to be quite cute and charming.
I let out a light giggle, as I could see his eyes going down towards my feet. It’s okay that you like my shoes. Is that why you wanted me to wear heels?
Stopping for a second, he took a breath before responding. So I should have mentioned this, but I didn’t want you to get turned off. I’m kind of a fetish freak.
I let out a huge smile and said well what a coincidence. So am I! However, I have never been with a guy who had a shoe fetish before, so you are my first.
Well, it’s not just a shoe fetish I have. I asked if you had any pantyhose and high heels for a reason.
Quickly learning where he was going with this, I put my leg up on the couch and stuck my right foot in his face, pointing my toes towards his mouth.
Rubbing and touching and kissing my shoe, he slowly began to remove it, as his hands started touching the bottom of my foot. Slowly, he began massaging gently in small circles. He then went on to admire my other foot, taking off my heel.
I shivered as he kissed and massaged his way around my feet, while I still had on the stockings.
I’m not going to lie, I’m really not a foot girl, and I’ve never really had a proper foot massage, so this was very new to me. It was really a bit out of my comfort zone.
I had put on some knee-high stockings before I left the house and it was a good thing I did. It made for easy access as he began taking off my right nylon.
He began to do the same with the left one. Then, he grabbed both of my feet, starting with the right foot, making sure to kiss each toe gently.
At this point, I’m extremely turned on, but little did I know, that this was only the beginning of one crazy night.