"My feet are sore, massage them for me," Monica said, stretching out and placing her both of her bare feet in my lap.
There they were...right there...the objects of my wildest and until then, kinkiest desires.
My hands shook slightly as I reached down and began gently touching her soft, beautiful toes.
I'd only known Monica for three weeks and prior to meeting her, had nothing more than a cursory knowledge of foot fetishes. Meaning I knew there were people who got off on feet, but knew, without a shadow of doubt, I wasn't one of them.
That was until, on the first day of History 101, Monica gave me ten perfectly shaped reasons to obsess over feet.
"Okay if I sit here?" A very pretty woman asked me.
It was a lecture class with forum seating.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as she set her bag down, folded out the desk and got situated.
Just as class started, she eased her sandals off and propped her bare feet up on the back of the seat in front of her.
Her plump, but not sausage like toes were gorgeous! Her feet weren't small, but they weren't tiny either. They were very tan, set off by pale soles. Each one of those sexy toes were painted a bright neon pink. She had rings on each of her second toes and a matching anklet on her right ankle.
No matter how hard I tried (not that I tried very hard) to look away, I just couldn't. My pulse raced each time she slowly wiggled her toes and when she would cross her ankles, showing off her sexy wrinkled soles.
I have no idea what the lecture was that day, I couldn't force my mind to concentrate on anything other than how incredible it would feel to suck each one of those pink tipped toes or run my tongue up and down those soft sexy soles.
I masturbated three times that night as those same thoughts danced through my head.
Ogling Monica's feet on Tuesdays and Thursdays, for an hour each time became the highlight of my week.
But there is always a price to pay. The tax for twice weekly masturbation fantasies about her cute feet was that I was lost in the class. For three weeks, I'd been unable to pay attention during the lectures and we had a big test coming up.
"Do you want to get together Monday night and study?" Monica asked as we filed out of Thursdays lecture.
"Sure," I told her, trying to play it cool. "I could definitely use the help."
She quickly wrote down the address of her apartment and handed me the slip of paper.
"Great, I'll see you Monday around six," she smiled and left.
'This isn't a big deal,' I kept telling myself that Monday as I got dressed to go over to Monica's.
Rather than dressing nice and seeming over eager, I opted for nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts.
She was dressed along the same lines, as simple short skirt and tank top...barefoot of course.
"I'm glad you came," she said, giving me a hug at the door.
We settled in on her couch and began going over our class notes.
To my credit, I forced myself to concentrate on studying rather than her adorable, now purple tipped toes.
We'd been studying for two hours, before she leaned back and put her feet in my lap.
"You like my feet," she whispered as I squeezed and massaged her toes.
"You have very pretty feet," I told her, trying to maintain a neutral tone.
"I know that," she laughed. "I mean you're into my feet, aren't you?"
"I..." I started, shaking my head. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean," she said, raising her right foot, running her big toe along my cheek and down to my chest. "I can see how flushed your face is, how hard your nipples are and I'll bet, your pussy is wet...All from touching my toes."
I should probably mention, I'm a girl and up until then a very straight girl.
And she wasn't wrong, my panties were totally soaked.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"I've seen the way you look at my feet in class," she explained. "This summer, I had an affair with a guy, the father of a girl I went to high school with, who was into feet, he used to look at them the same way you do."
"Really?" I asked.
Hey, my mind was racing, my clit was throbbing and I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Yeah," she said. "It was right after we graduated; she had a bunch of people over to her house. She and I were friendly, but not really friends. I went over there, stayed for a while then decided to head home. I went to the front door to get my sandals and they were gone. I was a little pissed. It was a really childish prank."
"That sucks," I said, still massaging her feet.
"That feels good," she mentioned, as I rubbed my thumbs up and down the underside of her toes. "I heard a noise in one of the rooms down the hall, so I got it in my mind that it was the person who stole my shoes waiting to jump out and have a good laugh. I followed the noise, opened the door and...yeah I found out who stole my shoes."
"Her dad?"
"Yep. I opened the door and there he was, in the bathroom, pants around his ankles, sniffing my sandal and stroking the biggest, fattest cock I'd ever seen...He was even bigger than my brother."
"What?" I asked, surprised.
"Naw, I'm just fucking with you," she laughed. "My brother wasn't that big."
I stopped massaging and stared at her, I was so surprised at her revelation.
"Still fucking with you," she smiled. "I don't have a brother. Now if you'll continue, so will I."
I gasped as she pinched my rock hard nipple between her toes.
It hurt and felt good at the same time.
"He started apologizing," Monica continued as soon as I began massaging her feet again. "He begged me to not say anything. At first I was a little pissed off and grossed out. The fucking guy was getting off on my foot sweat! It was creepy! But after I calmed down a little, it didn't seem so creepy. It kind of turned me on, to know someone was that attracted to me, or at least to my foot smell, that he'd take a risk like that. I told him I wanted to watch."
