Foot Fetish With London’s Beautiful Feet Part 1

What beautiful feet I have, it’s so true! I’ve always wanted to play around with the foot fetish. I think I’d really like it. Mine are beautiful so I know any guy who has a thing for feet would love them. I’ve always imagined it would go something like this:

Before California shut down again, I went and treated myself to a haircut (just a trim) and a pedicure. I wanted to pamper myself a bit and I figured this would be an easy way to do that. It was a guy (you) who worked on my feet and there was something about the way you stared at them that made me think. You acted professionally but there was no hiding your hard-on. Needless to say, my toes never looked prettier because of the attention to detail you paid. I tipped you well and gave you my number on the receipt.

A few days later, you texted me. We flirted back and forth a bit and got to know each other before you confessed that you had a foot fetish. It didn’t surprise me at all. I told you so and invited you over for a little bit of fun experimentation.

I sat on the couch in a pair of yoga shorts and a sports bra. You were kneeling on the floor in front of me. First, you started by admiring my running shoes. You knew as soon as you took them off you’d get to smell my scent. It would be inside my shoes, all over my socks, and my bare feet.

But, you also knew you were getting ahead of yourself.

You gently cradled the heel of my shoed foot in your cupped palm and held the toe with your thumb on the sole and your fingers on top. Your cock was already stirring in your pants as you admired the view. My other foot was flat on the floor right next to your leg.

Slowly, almost reverently, you untied the laces of my sneaker. Gripping the tongue of the shoe between your index finger and thumb, you pulled it toward you. The ends of the laces grew shorter as you loosened the opening enough to slide the shoe off my foot. You couldn’t resist putting your nose up to my empty shoe to smell my sweaty scent. All the while, you continued cradling the heel of my foot in your palm.

Once you inhaled deeply, you gently set the shoe on the floor at the side of the couch. I smiled down at you and wiggled my toes playfully. I knew you couldn’t wait to get the sock off my foot, but you would have to.

You set my foot onto the couch so that you could attend to the other one that still had a shoe covering it. The ritual, dare I call it, was the same with you pulling off my tennis shoe, sniffing it, and placing my shoe onto the floor and my foot onto the couch. I teasingly wiggled my feet, pointing my toes, flexing them, and rubbing them together. Oh, how I love to tease, but you’ll get what you want soon. I won’t deny you.

 

To Be Continued…

 

Come back on Sunday to check out Part 2 of my Foot Fetish story!

But, if you can’t wait, check out my audio blog and get off with me!

If you really liked this juicy story then check out my Hair Fetish blog!

Or, follow me on Twitter to vote on my next kinky story.

Share your fantasy with me so that I can bring it to life!

Kisses!

 

London

877-778-1762

 
(Visited 8 times, 1 visits today)

Love the story you read? Let the Goddess that wrote it know! By Leaving A Comment Here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.