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I love go shopping to the Mall, specially on summer days. And I spend all the time looking at the floor, checking every single foot walking around there. This is a fascinating foot fetish storys for a foot fetishist, since on the Shopping Centre meet all sorts of women, styles, ages and nacionalities. So, as a confirmed voyeur, the variety of feet you can enjoy is completely amazing.
Big feet with long toes, small feet with short toes, painted or natural toenails, differents types of pedicures, sandals, flip flops, flats, boots, high heels… An almost infinite range of female feet and footwear. Even though I have to admit that sometime I ended-up with a terrible neck pain, but it makes up for watching some beautiful feet. An experience burned into my memory that will be with me the rest of my life, as one of the most erotic, hot and why not?
It was an ordinary day, a Tuesday, I went to the supermarket like I used to do every Tuesday to make the weekly shop, you know.
It was on summer, in the middle of July, and it was very hot. Once the shopping done, and completely satisfied of watching feet and very horny I headed to pay my purchases to the cash register. There was a queue, 4 or 5 people in front of me. So I had to wait. I hate wait in the queues… But not that day. That day I loved foot fetish storys.
I loved it because just in front of me there was a pretty lady, blonde, quite tall, with a slim body, big ass and small tits but very beautiful face, and I suposed she also had gorgeous feet under those awesome shoes. She was an older woman than me, about 30 or maybe 35 years old. She was wearing clogs and capri pants. I foot fetish storys fell in love with her, I gulped looking in to her legs, amazed with her sexy ankle and heel, and I could notice how I was drooling picturing her feet. Lost in my thoughts, trying to guess how wonderful could be that feet, it happened suddenly, almost without realizing it, an unimaginable thing, the experience I never thought I could live.
The charming lady might noticed that I had the gazed focused on her feet because, as bold as brass she took off one clog, bent her knee straight back and supported her delightful foot over my leg. Can you imagine my jerk face? She did it, just as cool as a cucumber, as if support your feet on a stranger at the checkout line was something completely normal.
When I came to, I looked at my knee and her foot still be there. And the best part: her tasty and soft pinkish soles, with the typical bit of dirt and sweat that I like so much… Actually, I could notice a delicious scent that came up in my nostrils, the sweet fragance mix of cheese and vinegar that came from those awesome foot. For most of people this could be considered as an impolite, rude and disgusting action, but for me became one of the most erotic moments of my life. Things of the human psyche.
I let my imagination keep running wild, although I had no much time, since the lady, suddenly turned around to tell me:. Probably she noticed my nervousness because I started babbling like an idiot, stammering, I could only whisper in a very clumsily way:. After seeing my hesitant answer, a proud smile appeared in the face of the stunning woman. Blushed, I look down again to her wonderful foot, that had me totally shocked.
When her turn came in the cash register, she removed her foot from my leg, paid her purchases and went out without looking back. I was still in shock about it, I took some seconds to react… The cashier had to wake me up of my stupor:. I paid the purchase as fast I could, although due to my nervousness and excitement, I dropped some coins to the floor… a couple of times. Standing, paying my shopping, I started to develope an strategy in my head. When I was picking up my shopping bags I saw the lady of the tasty feet outside, walking down the street.
So I plucked up courage, went out to her and, although I was ashamed for what I was going to tell her, finally my desires and my kinky mind won. So I drew her foot fetish storys and I told her, very politely and a bit shy:. Her name was Sarah, a very beautiful name. I was still hypnotized, like in a cloud, but I still foot fetish storys those foot fetish storys, feeling like a horse running after the carrot, like Alice in Wonderland chasing the White Rabbit.
I sharpened my ear and I could hear one of her talks:. You were right, some men are… -her friend seems that replied something — If I had known, I would have asked him to pay my purchases too! That made that my kinky mind turned on even more. And Sarah seemed to know how exactly treat men like me. Overwhelmed by the situation, I arrived at her apartment.
I went inside after her and she ordered me to left the shopping bags in the kitchen. When I came back to the main hall, she was sitting on a couch that seemed so much confortable. Sarah looked at me, I was choked, the drops of sweat wet my face, my shirt and my trousers after carrying the purchase over more than 1 or 2 miles. Then she said:. But not even in my best dreams could I have imagined such an incredible experience.
I felt how my underpants were about to burst and the lump in my trousers was already evident. I was extremely horny in those moments. Although I was too much focused on Sarah and her wonderful-perfect feet, I took a look at her home. It was a little but beautiful and well maintained apartment, tastefully appointed.
I saw some magazine clippings too, with an approach clearly feminist, symbology of the LGBT collective…. Then I knew that she was lesbian. Lesbian, activist and extremely feminist. The kind of woman that takes seriously all these issues, something unusual in those times.
That would have been too much normal and typical. My eyes were widened while I was spreading out my hands to touch her, but Sarah pulled her feet away to make something clear before start:. If you touch me up my knee, I will slap your silly face, do you hear? Because… are you one of those, right? If you do it well, perhaps I let you smell my feet for a while before you go -said Sarah with a condescending tone. Then I knew that was required a massive effort to give her the best foot massage of my life.
The reward was too much valuable to let it get away. Sarah leaned back against the couch and let a breath out in satisfaction. How can I describe the feelings I had? There are no words in the human language to express what I felt on that moment. The best gift who nobody gave me in my entire life.
I saw again those tasty feet that left me in shock in the Mall and, this time, the delicious scent came up to me more stronger, so my degree of hornyness already was sky high. I swear, there was a moment that I thought that I was going to have a seizure since my heart was pounding too much fast. I massaged and massaged that feet like there was no tomorrow. It was just gently touching her soles in circular movements with my fingers, grabbed them strongly with my hands, then sweetly, stroking her delicate toes, tapping them softly with my fingertips… And meanwhile I could watch her amazing feet in all its glory.
The most beautiful feet in the Earth. The dirt and sweat mixture was prevading my hands and fingers of a heavenly smell. I guess Sarah was enjoying a lot, and at the end of the session she seemed enough satisfied.
The truth is that, although I also was having too much fun with it, my hands were already in pain and had my fingers very tired, since I done the massage with much commintment foot fetish storys effort. And after this, desperately I ran to smell her feet. I sniffed every inch and I took advantage of every precious second. And there I was, smelling with devotion her awesome soles, that remained at a few inches from my face. Put again my shoes on and get out of here, your job is already done. Naturally I thanked her, picked up my shopping bags and, before walk out the door, I had a last glance back to see that Goddess, and I saw Sarah snapping her fingers with a sneer, while saying:.
Just like that, I left. While I was closing the door I heard she talking again with her friend on foot fetish storys phone.Foot fetish storys
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