I was experiencing a rough mix of emotions after the encounter with my daughter's friend Monica.
All at once I felt guilty, disgusted, scared shitless I'd get caught, but most of all thrilled and satisfied.
The chain of events leading up to my hurried tryst with the gorgeous eighteen year old girl was a few years in the making.
I'd been divorced from my daughter Janie's mother for a little over a year.
The last couple of years of marriage and most of the time I'd been on my own I'd relegated myself to late night solo stroke session to internet porn and that's where I discovered a love for feet.
It started simply enough, I'd been surfing around, slowly stroking and edging my cock when I settled on a video of a plump woman, on her back, moaning as a guy with a good sized cock, plunged in and out of her.
My hand sped up on my cock as I watched her boobs and belly bounce each time he thrust into her.
I stroked a little faster, watching as the guy pulled his cock out of her, teased her clit with the head then drove it back in her wet pussy.
My hand was a blur when she held her foot up to his face and he began licking and sucking on her toes.
I came as he slathered his tongue along her foot from her heel to her toes.
Sitting at my home office desk, my torso covered in cum and my oily, still semi erect cock in my hand...I was hooked on feet.
I spent another two hours and quite a few nights edging my cock as I searched for foot fetish porn.
I watched everything I could find; women foot teasing, foot jobs, girls sucking their own toes, girls sucking each other's toes, foot sniffing, dirty feet, foot washing....I masturbated to all of them.
So yeah, I became one of those guys who secretly pervs on women's feet while he's out and about then whacks off later to the memory of them.
I made it a point not to fixate on my daughter friends. It would have been easy. My house had a "no shoes inside" policy, so there was a steady stream of bare feet running around our house, but I'd known Janie's friends since they were kids and even though all of them were over eighteen, it just felt wrong and creepy.
That was until a new friend named Monica came over....
It was a Saturday afternoon and Janie invited some friends over. It was all pretty normal until a beautiful, blonde came in the front door with one of Janie's friends, Debi.
I watched Debi kick off her tennis shoes by the door and inform the new girl about the shoe policy. The blonde slid out of her sandals and added them to the pile.
She was about five foot, six inches tall. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off her very tan skin. Her boobs were a nice size, not big but not small either.
"Hello Mr. Reese," she said, walking over to me and extending her hand. "I'm Monica. Thank you for having me over today."
"No problem," I said shaking her hand.
I couldn't help it. I looked down at her feet.
Being I was at the early stages of having a burgeoning foot fetish, I was still discovering what I liked.
Looking down, I liked what I saw.
Her feet were gorgeous!
I loved the shape of them. Ten perfect, plump but not sausage like toes. Her nails were short and unpolished. They looked soft and wonderful. I wanted to drop to my knees, to lick and kiss each one.
The sight and thought of them had my cock stirring.
"Glad to have you here," I said, quickly releasing her hand and looking away.
Debi and Monica when off to find the rest of the girls while I retreated to my home office.
My mind was running riot.
As I said, I felt disgusted and ashamed that I'd started to get hard looking at the young girl's feet.
But not so disgusted that it kept me from getting rock hard as I sat at my desk thinking about those pretty toes or not so ashamed that it prevented me from unzipping my pants and stroking my cock as I thought of how it would feel to suck and lick each one of those cute digits, how they would taste and how they would smell.
'Her sandals are right by the front door,' the voice in my head reminded me.
I told the voice it was a stupid idea.
I shouldn't do it.
It was so wrong.
Yeah. I agreed with myself all of that as I stuffed my cock back in my pants, pulled my shirt down over the bulge and headed towards the front door.
After a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear, I grabbed Monica's sandals and headed back down the hall.
I opted to take them into the bathroom rather than back to my office. My office would have been more comfortable, but I thought it might have raised suspicions had someone come looking for me and I was behind a locked door in the middle of the day.
No one questioned a locked bathroom, so I went there.
I studied the leather sandals, she wore them a lot judging by the sweat stained toe prints. My cock was rock hard as I ran my fingers over the places her toes had been. I quickly dropped my pants around my ankles and slowly stroked myself as I gazed at them.
Putting one up to my face I breathed in the heady aroma of her feet. The leather and foot sweat scent made my cock throb.
I wanted to taste them.
I was close to cumming, running my tongue up and down the foot bed of her sandal, my hand was a blur as I stroked up and down on my erection, when I heard...
"Oh my God...What the..."
In my haste to sample Monica's scent, I'd forgotten to lock the door.
I was a dead man.
It was Monica.
"I am so sorry," I cried out. "I don't know what...I just...Oh shit," I stammered.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Your feet are so beautiful," I said, as it was pretty obvious what I'd been doing. "I couldn't help myself, I am so sorry."
The beautiful blonde stared at me for a few moments.
"You like my feet?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I want you to kiss them," she said, climbing up on the counter.
I didn't hesitate grabbing her outstretched feet and pulling them to my face.
They were so soft.
I ran my tongue from her heel to the tip of her toes, taking a different one in my mouth each time.
"Stroke your cock for me," she urged.
I knew this wasn't going to last long as soon as I wrapped my hand around my shaft.
I continued to lick and suck her plump little toes as I stroked.
"I'm gonna cum," I told her.
"On my shoes," she instructed.
I knelt down and aimed my cock at her sandals. I moaned as quietly as I could as ropes of my cum coated them.
I was still kneeling when she placed her hands on my head and pulled my face to her crotch and rocked her hips.
Even through her shorts, I could smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
I wanted to taste her.
A quick tug at the waistband of her shorts sent her the message. Pushing my face away she stood up, took them off and jumped back on the counter with her legs spread.
Even her pussy was beautiful. Her perfectly trimmed landing strip and glistening pink lips were a sight to behold.
