For as long as I can remember, I have had a profound fetish for women's feet. In years gone by, I spent many holidays abroad stealing glances at women's feet wrapped in sandals and flip flops. On nights out with friends, I would admire the shapely feet of women wearing sexy heels on the dance floor and at the bar. In my most passionate fantasies I imagine myself massaging, sniffing, licking and kissing women's feet. They are to me the most erotic and sensual part of a woman. But, whilst fantasy has its place, it pales in comparison to the real thing. This is one of my most intense foot fetish experiences.
It was a bright and warm June day. My friends and I planned to stay for a couple of nights at our friend John's summer house. It wasn't my first visit. We had stayed there countless times down the years and had hosted dozens of parties. But, what I could never foresee, was that this would be the first time I would get to explore my fetish there. John and his sister Rachel, who was a few years younger than us, took turns hosting guests at the house and John had told us she and her friends would still be there when we arrived. They had been staying there for a few days to celebrate finishing their first year of university and the start of their summer break.
Our convoy of cars weaved around the narrow country roads. Steep hedges flanked the roads which soon gave way to the gravel track leading to the house. The track led over a rocky causeway to the house itself. It was surrounded on all sides by high, dense bushes and trees. This verdant boundary enclosed large sweeping lawns with the house itself at their centre. The lawns at the far side of the house from the causeway sloped down to a private beach on the shores of a lake. As our cars reached the end of the driveway my attention was instantly drawn to the two bronzed goddesses in the garden. Rachel's old school friends, Laura and Carey, were sunning themselves in bikinis which flaunted their exceptional bodies. My gaze was still drawn to them as we unpacked the cars and Rachel came out to meet us. She was wearing denim shorts and a knotted shirt for a top. On her feet was a pair of bright silver flip flops.
"Hey guys, you sure got the good weather for your stay!" she chirped.
"Sure looks that way," John replied, "is there much supplies in the house or will we need to go on a shopping run?"
"The house is pretty empty. The girls and I have been working our way through the drinks cabinet and the fridge for the past couple of days."
"Looks like we'll need to go on a supply run then. Who's up for it?" John queried.
The others volunteered to tag along. I offered to stay and put away the luggage and sort the bedding. We moved the bags into the porch of the house when Rachel turned to her brother.
"John, could you take me into town? I had to leave my car down yesterday when there was a problem starting it and I need it back to drive the girls and I home later," she said.
"No problem, we're heading now," John replied.
John stepped outside leaving me and Rachel in the room. She lifted her phone and keys before looking over at me.
"Sure you won't get bored here on your own?" she said.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll find some way to entertain myself," I said, glancing out at Laura and Carey.
Rachel followed my gaze and then turned back to me smirking
"Ok then, good luck," she replied.
She stepped out into the sunshine and I followed her out. I watched the car drive down the gravel driveway, onto the causeway and then out of sight. It was then I could give the two goddesses my full attention. They were tanning themselves in a hollow at the corner of the front lawn. It was encircled by some of the most dense and tall shrubs but caught the sun well during the day. As I got closer I took in their impressive features from their toned legs, to their ample, perky breasts. It was only as I arrived beside them I could admire their most important feature, their dainty feet. Laura was lying face down on her sun bed, resting on her elbows whilst she read a magazine. Her feet seemed to be a size 5 or 6, with long silky soles. Her toenails were painted electric blue. Carey had smaller feet, a size 3 or 4. She was lying face up on her sun bed and was wearing white wedge flip flops decorated with diamond studs. Her toenails were painted a shade of bright pink.
"Hey there," Carey said dryly. It was hard to see through her large sunglasses, but she didn't seem to be looking at me as she spoke. Laura barely glanced at me over her shoulder.
"Hey, hows things?"
"Not bad I guess, just recovering from a hangover. You're one of John's friends aren't you?" she asked.
"Yeah, thought we'd stay here over the weekend given the weather's so good," I replied.
"Not a bad idea. Gave us a chance to top up our tans."
"Not a bad spot for a party too."
"Yeah, we had Rachel's 18th here and it got pretty wild," Carey replied.
There was a pause in the conversation as I continued to admire their glowing bodies in the sun. After a few moments Carey looked at her watch and sighed.
"Well, if you're going to be hanging about you could be of some use. It's time for me to turn over and I need someone to put some lotion on my back."
She lifted the lotion bottle and handed it to me. I was taken by surprise.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yeah, don't be shy. I don't want to get sunburn."
She turned over and rested on her elbows. My gaze snapped to her feet as she kicked off her wedge flip flops which fell onto the grass. I took the bottle and gingerly knelt down beside her. I applied some lotion to my hands and slowly started to rub it into Carey's back.
"Mmm not bad. Just make sure you spread it evenly," she said.
I continued to spread the lotion from her shoulders down to the small of her back. But my gaze was drawn elsewhere. I started to admire her small, dainty feet hanging off the end of the sunbed and across from them Laura's equally perfect feet. The two girls seemed to both enjoy flexing their feet and wriggling their toes in the summer breeze. It wasn't long before admiration turned to fantasy. I soon pictured myself massaging and rubbing their feet. Leaning in and sniffing and kissing them. Placing my face against their soles. A heat began to grow within me and I felt a twitch in my shorts. I was soon snapped out of it as I heard Carey's voice.
"I'm sorry did you say something?" I said.
Laura glanced over her shoulder at me, smirking. Carey turned her head slightly as she spoke.
"Umm yeah, I said would you mind doing my legs too?"
"Uh, sure, no problem," I replied.
The two girls returned to their magazines. I applied more lotion to my hands, which were by now beginning to quiver. I moved down the sun bed until I was beside Laura's supple thighs. I placed my hands on them and began to once again slowly and evenly apply the lotion. Being closer to her feet, I now had an even better view. Her upturned silky pink soles were glowing in the sunlight. My thoughts soon returned to running my face and tongue all over them. The gaps between each of her toes yielding to my tongue. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly bent her knees, raising her feet into the air as I finished applying the lotion to her upper legs. Her soles were now inches away from my face. I was carefully examining each wrinkle in her soles, each curve and groove from her heel to her toes. The heat was now surging through my body. My cock began to twitch even more in my shorts. I wanted to give in to my urges, to lean in and plant my face against her soles and keep myself there all day. Once again, voices disrupted my train of thought. I broke off my gaze to see Laura had turned onto her side and was looking down at me. Carey had turned her head and was doing likewise.
"S-Sorry what was that?" I spluttered.
"I said I think my legs are pretty well covered. You having a daydream down there or something?" she said.
"Umm, no, just thinking about something," I replied.
