Andrew had always had a "thing" for girls' feet. As an adolescent he remembered watching, fascinated, as an older teenaged cousin had painted her tonails scarlet. He remembered secretly hoarding catalogues showing sexy women in sexy shoes, and eventually adding a particularly delicioius porn magazine to his collection ... beautifully naked women, with beautifully naked feet.
What was it about women's feet? The high, graceful curve of her arches, rising in a high heeled shoe? The inviting plump roundness of her toes? The immaculately applied, or sluttishly-chipped nail polish? The subtle, heady scent? Her reaction to sensual caresses on her feet? In a word, yes. All of these things and more.
Eventually, he had met women who, it seemed, invariably appreciated his attention to their feet. He learned to kiss, to caress, to lick every inch of a woman's foot, sometimes tickling slightly, but usually relaxing her gently, preparing the way for some fantastic sex afterwards.
Nowadays, especially during summertime, a simple trip to the shopping mall could provide him with mind-boggling eye-candy. Outrageously gorgeous women, with their breasts and asses hidden away (though often only barely), yet openly displaying the features Andrew found most exciting. Not only did these women display their sexy feet, they adorned them beautifully. Polish, sexy shoes, toe rings, ankle bracelets, the occasional tattoo - they all delighted him and he sometimes found himself mesmerised, discreetly following a gorgeous pair of feet through the store, erection struggling to rise in the confines of his pants.
Today, Andrew was on the train, on the way home from work. Most of the other passengers were regulars, and he knew them by face if not by name. At the third stop, though, a woman joined the carriage and sat in the only vacant seat - immediately opposite Andrew. She was thirty or so, blonde (though almost certainly not naturally so), and pleasantly attractive. She was dressed for the office, in a light suit which failed to completely disguise her full breasts, and a mid-length skirt which rode up nicely as she eased into her seat. Below the skirt, long shapely legs led to a simply delicious pair of feet.
They were perfectly proportioned, neither too thin nor too long. The tips of her toes formed a perfect curve, no toe too long or short, and her nails were painted a deep plum colour. The third toe of each foot bore a discreet gold ring, and her left ankle was encircled by a delicate golden chain. She wore black, strappy, high heeled sandals which framed and emhpasised the gorgeous feet within.
By now Andrew had been looking for far too long, and she'd caught him at it. She didn't let on, though, Rather, she crossed her legs and let her left foot "accidentally" rest against his knee. Controlling himself, and (unsuccessfully) trying to mentally force down his erect cock, he moved his knee away slightly.
