I am sitting in the local watering hole called "Silky Toes" with three friends. We were on our third pitcher of beer. The pretty ladies were beginning to come into the mostly singles establishment. Work must have just ended for the women in this downtown Austin lounge. The gals were all well-dressed, skirts or pants covering their private parts, some with breasts fully exposed or partially showing.
As a man with an odd breast fetish, the world was a dream-land. Bare naked breasts everywhere, because they are not considered a sexual body part. But as wonderful as it was, it was also difficult controlling my youthful urges as everywhere I went there were lovely bouncing titties.
Several of the women had their feet fully covered in boots or zip-up booties. But all the footwear showed off the shape and size of the sought-after little tootsies. Some bolder women wore high heels, exposing the backs and insteps of their beautiful feet. If the shoes were open toe they always had re-enforced nylons or stockings to cover their toes from hungry male - and some female - eyes. The more showy of the ladies allowed toe cleavage, always hiding their painted toenails so as not to be arrested for exhibitionism.
"Ummm, ummm, look at the size of her little feet," said Fred, the playboy of our bunch. The other guys, all in their early 20s too, looked, or should I say oogled as many of the ladies in the bar crossed their legs and soon began dangling their shoes to expose their insteps to the single guys in the establishment.
The fairly plain but cute girl they were checking out was about 5'3" tall, slightly chunky with a decent ass, little to no boobs, shorter legs but small shapely feet. Girls with longer legs generally had larger feet, and it was well-know among men in society that larger feet usually led to uneven toes that don't descend across in a straight line, pointed toe-tips or in general what we called "man-feet."
"Definitely a size 6, or maybe 7 at the most," Ed added. "What do you think Phil?... Dave?"
"Those little beauties are definitely a 7," Dave said. "Great arch. Love the bare naked heels."
By heels, Dave was talking about the backs of her feet, not the pink three inch high heel shoes she was wearing with the open toes covered by the customary dark opaque stocking. She squeezed into a tall chair at the long bar table and crossed her legs with the high arch of her elevated foot tempting and teasing my friends. Her lady friend squeezed in next to her. A rather tall thin woman with with a gorgeous face, gigantic breasts but "man-feet" to match. Nobody at the table gave her a second thought, except me.
You see, a plain looking woman with beautiful feet can go from a 6/10 straight to the top, while a woman with a gorgeous face and big bad tootsies can go from a 10/10 all the way down to a six in most males' opinions.
I mentioned to the guys half-heartedly, that the little lady's toe tips seemed nice and round, and descended across at a straight angle. Of course I could only see the dark outline of her toes and the shape beneath the closed-toe pantyhose she was wearing. It just wasn't safe in society for a woman to walk around with naked toes.
This sexy feet game was one I had learned to play since I was young. In a world of guys only interested in a women's pussies and pretty feet, I was hiding my weird breast fetish. And so far I had done a pretty good job of hiding my sexual interests - but it had definitely hurt my love life.
I couldn't tell anyone about my strange desire, for fear of public humiliation yet I dreamed about large plump breasts wiggling around, bouncing and tempting me - making me hard as a rock thinking about them. How I wanted to get handfuls of tits, with mid to small areolas, and suck away at those nipples and bury my head between two lovely pillows "motorboating" between them while fucking her with her tits hanging in my face.
I did quench my sensations a couple of years ago in Hawaii. A singles vacation started of course with some foot-flirting the first evening. Guys got to check out the goods of the single ladies with a Cinderella game where all the ladies removed their shoes. They were placed in several boxes and the men got to choose one pair of shoes and approach the lady whose shoes might be the right size and color for her outfit. I reached in and pulled out a pair of mules so tiny and cute, they could certainly not belong to any of the taller women. So I searched the room to find a tiny lady and asked if I could please see her feet. She slid them out from under the chair and to my surprise they seemed a bit too large for her body, and although her toes were unobservable because of her toe covers, they clearly weren't going to fit these tiny shoes.
Being gracious, I grabbed the 2 inch kitten heel with my right hand and guided her foot until her toes slid into the closed toe mule. The heel of her foot was clearly sticking out the back a little too far for it to fit when her toes reached the front.
