Here's part one of my leg & foot fetish life with my girlfriend, Janice. (Now fiancee) I'll start off with how we met.
Me and Janice met at a rave. I saw her and instantly got attracted to her good looks. She was wearing a mid-thigh skirt which showed off her gorgeous legs.
I got on the dance floor and slowly made my way to her. Janice and I danced for awhile before she told me she wanted a drink. We went around on the sides to buy some ice cold drinks.
"So, what's your name?" Janice asked me.
"Drew." I had to yell due to the loud music.
"Well, listen Drew, I have to go now. It's like 12 am already!" Janice told me.
I thought about what I should do. I hadn't got her number yet, so I decided to ask her if I could take her home.
"Do you want me to drop you off?" I asked.
"That'll be great!" Janice replied.
We got out of the rave and got into my car. As soon as we got in the car I started the engine and asked where she lived.
She told me he street, luckily I know that street so I drove on.
"Agh! My feet are killing me!" Janice yelled as she took of her shoes.
I watched as she took off her shoes, then stared at her feet, not watching the road. Her feet looked AMAZING.
From the looks of it, her feet were probably a size 6, which is okay, but I think size 5 feet are the perfect size.
Her toes were perfectly aligned but her toenails weren't painted, but white tipped. Still her feet looked so good.
"Hey! Keep your eyes on the road!" Janice said smiling at me weirdly.
"Huh? Oh right." I turned nervously to look at the road, forcing myself to not look at her tempting feet.
When we got to her place, she invited me inside. I accepted and thought I was going to get lucky tonight, when she said,
"I know we don't know eachother much, but why don't you come inside just to hangout? I live alone and it's pretty boring."
I was surprised to hear that since the house in front of me was a two-storey house.