Katies Feet

A short fantasy foot fetish story about an imaginary girl, written as a stream of consciousness. I hope you enjoy it.

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I had been watching Katie in the gym for ages. She knew it. We made eye contact all the time. She would smile at me and then turn around, her firm butt cheeks stretching her tiny pale blue shorts. Her pale young flexible body working out was hypnotising to watch. Her dark hair in a high pony tail, she was 19, slim and beautiful.

Her hands were perfect. That's what had drawn me to her in the first place. Now, it had almost become an obsession. I had been standing next to her queuing for a coffee and had noticed her perfect long fingers. Her nails were immaculate and her hands had an athletic tautness, as if they were as toned as the rest of her body. I felt a twitch in my pants as I imagined what beauty must be concealed within her sleek white Pumas. Sexy hands meant sexy feet. The thought of each perfect foot radiating warmth and moistness inside her shoes after an intense workout made me hard. Why did teenage feet have such an allure? Drinking my coffee, I daydreamed....

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I was on the sofa. Katie walked in, wearing her usual gym kit of those little blue shorts and a cropped vest top that revealed her flat toned stomach, pale-skinned and with the slightest hint of post-workout perspiration. My eyes went straight to the floor - the prize I yearned for most was hiding in those sexy white Pumas and a pair of sneaker socks. She sat next to me and hitched her legs up onto the sofa, put her right foot on my lap, and smiled that beautiful smile. My dick pulsed and grew.

I held her slim ankle and ran my fingers inside the rim of her shoe, feeling the moist warmth inside. I stretched my finger inside and ran it along her cotton-covered arch, so soft. I swelled even harder. I kissed and licked around her ankle, tonguing inside the shoe, getting the smallest teasing taste of her foot inside her sock. It was driving me crazy.

I pulled her shoe off and held her sock-clad foot to my chest, inhaling the wonderful smell as I felt the moistness of her soles on my skin. It was the smell of an athletic teen who had been working out, not even a smell of sweat, just healthy exertion. I held her toes to my nose, getting my first feel of them with my fingers, though they were still concealed from view. It was clear they were long, like her fingers and her foot had a model perfect shape.

I slid my fingers inside her sock, caressing her sole and around to the top of her foot, feeling the veins, pumped after her work out. Her slick skin was so smooth. I could feel my dick leaking precum into my underwear.

I had to see Katie's foot bare, I could wait no longer. I peeled the small sock off, slowly revealing the white flesh and finally uncovering her young toes. They wriggled as I freed them, showing amazing flexibility and dexterity. They were as perfect as I had hoped, if not even more beautiful. Her foot was immaculate, dreamy, perfectly-formed. Her toes were long, rounded, well-spaced and painted with pale blue nail polish, the colour matching her shorts. I ran my hands over each one revelling in feel of her smooth moist skin. I ran my first finger between each toe - it seemed so dirty to be touching that most hidden part, exploring between the toes that had just been working so hard in the gym, producing sweat and heat and helping Katie achieve the stunning physique she had.

Katie's young feet had worked so hard in the gym - pounding on the running machine, speeding in circles on the Peloton and almost bursting under incredible pressure on the weights machine. I felt honoured to be holding one bare in my hands. I wanted to taste it, fresh out of her socks, fresh from the exertions of the gym. I took her toes in my mouth and ran my tongue underneath them. They were delicious. I sucked on them, holding her smooth calf. She flexed her toes in my mouth and I felt her calf muscle flex. I could even taste the perfection in my mouth, her toes were so smooth. I took the toes between my teeth and bit very gently, feeling that muscular tautness. I licked and sucked on every part of the skin of her foot, tasting the arch and sole, my tongue and lips feeling the relief of the warm veins on the top of her foot. It was all so smooth and perfect.

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I looked down at her left foot, still on the floor in its pristine white shoe. I looked at a tub of peach yoghurt on the coffee table. An idea went through my head that was kind of gross and incredibly arousing at the same time.

I took Katie's other shoe off and placed the tub next to it on the floor. I pulled her sock off, took her ankle and plunged her warm, freshly-uncovered foot into the yoghurt. She moaned gently and flexed her toes in the creaminess. She pushed down with her foot, churning it up, her whole foot covered.

Fuck, this was so wrong and so hot. A perfect post-workout teen foot covered in yoghurt. I took her foot out and placed it back on the tiled floor. She lifted it, revealing a perfect footprint in yoghurt. She smiled at me and placed her drenched left foot on my lap, next to her right. A pair of perfect teen feet on my lap, one needed cleaning up. There was only one thing I could do.

I hungrily took Katie's yoghurt-covered left foot in my hands and began to eat. Peach yoghurt was a perfect match for her post-workout skin, the taste was divine. My lips sucked it off, my tongue licked the creaminess from between her toes. It was like the most exquisite dessert I had ever tasted. Slowly, her foot was cleaned, and although I had licked every last drop from her heel to her toenails, there remained a slight residue on her skin. Even that was sexy. I wanted her to put her shoes and socks back on, do another workout and then let me taste them again.

Katie got up and stood barefoot in front of me. Suddenly, it was over. My permission to explore her feet had gone. As she there, her gorgeous toes splayed on the tiles, she was just another barefoot girl that I lusted after. I gazed at her two feet next to each other - one a perfect mirror image of the other and wondered if I would ever get to taste such perfection again.