Jackie and I left the little local lounge. It was too small and there were too many people who she knew that would overhear our conversation. She asked if my house had an outdoor porch. It did, so she said she wouldn't mind sitting there instead of on the boardwalk. As we walked the ten or so blocks to get there we chatted about random stuff in our lives. The conversation had fallen away from the topic of feet while we were in the lounge and that was fine with me. I already knew that I really wanted to know her better, and really wanted to be close to her. She was just so comfortable to be with. I've never met anyone like her.
It was a little too chilly to sit outside so I grabbed a couple of blankets, wrapped one around Jackie, threw the other one over myself, and we hung out in the plastic deck chairs. Again the question came up "So, you and boots?" This time she lifted her foot and wiggled it in front of us. Her foot barely cleared the bottom of the blanket. She must have been watching me because after a minute she said "Holy crap, you really were looking at my boots!"
I laughed back at her, saying "See, I told you." I then went on to tell her how my foot fetish and the guy she dated are far apart from each other. He was all about clean, fresh, well kept feet, while I was more interested in naturally sweaty, smelly feet. she seemed genuinely interested, so I also told her that I enjoy being walked on.
"Ok, so you were watching my boots because you thought you would like my feet? I think you may have had one too many beers my friend. Believe me, you don't want to be anywhere near me when I take these off." And she wiggled her boot again.
"You might be surprised at what I would like" I let out a small laugh that must have sounded a little sad.
"Don't worry, I'm not judging. I guess I don't get it, but hey, whatever floats your boat. I'm not one to make fun of someone's quirks. So you like back walks too? That's not really strange, I've walked on my brother's back, and a few boyfriends. Or do you only like them if the masseuse has smelly feet?" And then she poked me in the side with her elbow to let me know she was just joking.
"Well thank you. I've had women suddenly remember prior engagements when I opened up about this. One even got up and left without saying anything. She couldn't get out of there fast enough." I stopped for a second to see if she was still interested. She was looking at me rather sadly and rubbed my arm, so I continued. "But what would you say if I told you I didn't mean just back walks? I like women to walk all over me, front and back, head to toe."
She looked at me kind of funny, then laughed. "Well you shouldn't have been looking at Megan, she's a big girl!" She loved her own joke and started cracking up.
I laughed along with her and agreed. "Yeah, she probably weighs more than me. I'd probably let her if the opportunity came up though to be honest. As long as she was wearing something other than those gym shoes. Those things were awful!"
Jackie got a kick out of that. "She always wears shoes like that. I'm not really fashionable, but she's anti-fashion." She lifted her foot and wiggled it again. "How about these? Would you let her walk on you if she was wearing these?"
I watched her wiggle the boot in front of me and sighed a little,"Yeah, I would."
"Really? Megan. In these boots. Front and back, head to toe?"
I looked at her and the smile that made her eyes twinkle. "Well, maybe not head to toe, maybe chest to toes. I would ask her to take them off if she wanted to go any higher."
I knew I was pushing it, but she was pushing it too. I really wanted to hear her reaction to that one, but I was also hoping that she would at least be open to trying it some time.
"You're a brave man Max." It made me shiver when she said my name. "You might end up with a crushed chest if she stood on you like that. And she'd definitely pop your head, shoes or not. Do you have a death wish or something?"
This was fun. It was amazing to meet a woman who was so cool talking about this. Outside of a few old girlfriends and my ex, every woman I told about having a foot fetish found it gross. Most never even got to the part about me liking to be walked on.
"No, no death wish. I just like the way it feels. I've known a couple of women her size who did it with me. It wasn't easy, but I liked it. Given the choice, I'd rather someone who weighed a bit less though." I glanced over and saw a suspicious look on her face, but could tell she was trying not to laugh at the same time. "I don't know, maybe someone else who works late, like another bartender, only smaller. And already wearing boots. And stockings... and who I've already told about all this so I don't have to go through it again."
I couldn't help laughing, and she was fighting to hold it in too. She answered, "Oh, so that's how you're gonna be huh?" And finally started laughing with me.
"You really want me to do that?"
"Yeah, I do"
"Walk up and down you, back and front?"
"Yep"
"In my boots?"
"Yes, in your boots, or you can take them off if you want."
She laughed, "You really don't want that, I wear these a lot. You'll probably smell my feet through them if I stand on your chest. If I take them off it might kill you."
"I doubt it, I'm very resilient"
She looked up and me and we both started laughing. I couldn't help throwing that in as a little comic relief.
"Well ok Mr. Resilient Max, now I'm curious enough, and buzzed enough, to see now full of it you are. Let's go inside though or the neighbors will get a show they won't soon forget."
Jackie asked to use the bathroom so I showed her the way, put on a classic rock station, and started rearranging the furniture a little. When she came out I explained that I was clearing some wall space so she had something to balance against, and threw a doubled up blanket on the floor because the hardwood was, well, hard.
