I watched her athletic legs, leading down to her gorgeous toes that were painted bright aqua. Her clear sandals flip-flopping against her soft soles as she walked along the empty hallway. I lumbered behind her, my eyes fixed on the sexy gold anklet she wore around her tanned right ankle. She didn't really walk; she glided with ease along the blue hallways of Silver Oak College. My lustful gaze traced up her tanned legs until my stare met her denim short shorts, encasing her round, firm behind. She wore a baby pink top through which the outlines of her bra were visible.
Nicole Collins had brought me here at 8PM on a Monday night. Nicole, one the most beautiful girls in the university, from head to toe. As mentioned before, the hallways of Silver Oak College were completely empty, unlike in the day when the college was a loud yet sophisticated educational institute attended by students ranging from ages nineteen to twenty five. This gorgeous, intelligent young woman in front of me shared an English class with me, where I would spend most of my time with my stare fixed to her long, shapely legs and her beautiful feet, which despite the cool autumn weather, were always encased in her clear sandals, cork wedges or her purple Havaianas.
As my eyes were still focused on her sandaled feet, she abruptly stopped and I nearly walked into her, hypnotised by the perfect woman in front of me. She held out her hand and stopped me, tilting up my chin so I looked her straight in her brown eyes. Nicole sighed.
"Get in there," she commanded, opening the door to the English classroom which we shared three times a week. This beautiful girl grabbed me by my t-shirt collar and shoved me into the room, then leading me to her usual desk she occupied during lessons. As she sat down, she forced me down by my shoulders. I was now kneeling in front of this magnificent figure, her legs crossed as she sat on her seat as if it was her throne. Like a beautiful queen towering over her kneeling servant.
"Jason," she said, clearing her throat. My eyes traveled up from her sandals to her pretty face. "Three days a week we occupy this class for an hour. And I've noticed something that you can't help but doing for at least 45 minutes of this three-weekly hour."
She tapped with her left foot on the floor as she spoke, but I was locked into her gaze as a slight smile traveled across her face.
"Let me phrase it like this," she continued. "Jason, are you into... feet?"
"Err... well," I mumbled, debating on whether or not to tell her the truth.
"Actually, that was a stupid question," she said, adjusting her soft, dark brown hair. "Of course you are. I saw you today, the previous day, the day before that. It's been more than two months now, Jason."
I blushed profusely as this pretty girl spoke down to me; my heart sank as she exposed my foot fetish, just like that.
"I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass this easily," she explained. "That's why I brought you here. Right to this spot, where I'm sat every English period, mindlessly playing with my sandals, or my wedges, or my Havaianas. You think I don't realise it, but I love playing with you like this. I love seeing that lustful gaze locked onto my tootsies in the reflection of my phone screen."
My head fell and I sighed as she continued to humiliate me. She laughed.
"So," she continued, pushing my chin up again, before bending forward to remove her sandals. She placed them up on her desk. Nicole Collins raised her delightful right foot so it was inches from my face.
"I thought I would give you a little anatomy lesson," she said. "It'll be quite basic, but it'll be important to you in the future."
I looked into her eyes once more, my body language questioning her strange suggestion. She was now running her right foot up and down my right foot.
"I thought I would teach you a little bit about the foot today," she said, her tone changing to that of a teacher. "Since you seem to be so interested in it. But, don't worry; it won't be a very complicated class to pass."
She winked at me, as she fixed my hair.
"Would you like that?" she asked, raising her foot to my face once more. I deeply inhaled the hot scent of her soft soles.
"Yes," I managed to exhale, lost in her magnificent scent.
"Jason, tell me, you know the nursery rhyme 'head, shoulders, knees and toes', right?"
"Err... yes?" I said, questioningly, still swimming in the fumes of her right foot.
"Well, it's quite an easy way to learn the parts of the foot," she explained. I was really curious as to where she was going with this. Nicole took her foot from my face and forced me down to a kneeling position in front of her, when she placed her manicured index finger on her ankle. "Do you know what this part is called, Jason?"
"The ankle," I answered, my eyes fixed in a trance.
"Very good," she said, lifting her foot up once more as my eyes followed her movements. She this time pointed at the high arch of her right foot. "How about this part?"
"Arch," I replied directly, as another whiff of her lovely scent sailed into my nostrils.
"Nice," her finger now moved down to the bottom of her soles, where she pointed at her shapely heel.
"Heel," I said before she could even ask me anything.
"Mhmmm," she replied as her head engaged in an impressed nod. Nicole's finger traced along her sole seductively and she now pointed at her pretty big toe. "Yes?"
"Big toe."
"Well done," she congratulated me. "Can you kind of see where I'm going with this?"
I shook my head, confused.
"Head, shoulders, knees and toes," she sang on the tune of the nursery rhyme. "Ankles, arches..."