I've often wondered what it would be like if I died and my young wife Leslie found a young man with an insatiable foot fetish. Over the last two years, she has become so sexual and proficient with her feet that it even amazes me, her teacher. If she decided to put her talents to work on an inexperienced but willing foot lover, she'd blow his mind.

This story is based on personal experience and some unfulfilled fantasies. I'm convinced by the sheer probability of it, that there are quite a few women in the world who have been trained in the ways of foot fetishism, who grew to love it, but who no longer have a partner to share their talents with. What would it be like for one of them to find themselves attracted to a younger man, only to discover that he has a painfully strong and unfulfilled foot fetish?

This story is written from the prospective of the young man, and Leslie is my wife.

I live next door to a young couple, Jill & Carl. Jill is a sweetheart, and very pretty. She does manicures and pedicures out of her house, which is intriguing, since I know Carl has a foot fetish like me. Although she is always barefoot and has very well-kept feet, they really don't do anything for me because her toes are long and her arches rather flat. In fact, they're actually a slight turn-off because I'm so particular about women's feet. That's fine, though, because not being attracted to her makes it easier to be a good neighbor.

I do a lot of work out of my house, and Jill and I have a policy that our doors are always open to each other. Sometimes I go over to borrow things when I know she has a client over, hoping to get a look at a pedicure in process.

One day I walked in when she was doing a pedicure on a woman named Leslie who was probably in her mid forties. She had a nice face with sharp features. Her body was thin and athletic, her breasts small. Her hair was shoulder length blonde, and she had blue eyes and a cute upturned nose. A few small wrinkles around her eyes betrayed her years, but it was not obvious. She also had a very nice smile, long slender legs, and the smallest, absolutely most beautiful and perfect feet.

As I mentioned earlier, I have a foot fetish. I love looking at women's feet, but when I see a small high arched foot with plump straight toes and sleek dancer's ankles ( the kind that cause the instep to flow off the leg smoothly in one sinewy arc down to the toes), my mild fetish turns into a major lustful obsession. Unfortunately, I don't find many women like that, and the times when I have, I have always become so excited that I either panic, become paralyzed, or do something stupid like confess my feelings on the first date.

My worst time happened back in college. I asked a girl in my accounting class out after noticing her feet one day when she wore sandals. We got along great on our date, and she even asked me to come back to her dorm room. We were both drunk, and she flopped on her bed, face down, and asked me to take off her boots! You can imagine what was going through my mind.

After pulling her boots off, I immediately began massaging her feet which she loved. She moaned a lot, and my adrenaline was red-lining. I pulled her socks off and started kissing her feet as I massaged them. Her feet started squirming and she was giggling, so I got even more turned on. I started licking her bare soles and sucking her toes, making her squeal and squirm a little wilder, which made me wilder.

I told her that her feet were absolutely gorgeous and sexy as I lapped at her toes and soles. I was practically foaming at the mouth by the time she pulled her feet out of my grasp (I hadn't realized I was holding her ankles tightly). She told me to stop, that it was gross, and that her feet were dirty. I figured if the only problem was that they were dirty, I could fix that, so I asked her if she wanted me to wash her feet. After a few dirty looks and comments about me being weird, she asked me to leave. I was mortified and depressed.

Since then I've been very careful about my behavior, and haven't gone beyond a foot massage in years. But when I saw Leslie sitting up on that table having her exquisite feet worked on by Jill, I was overcome with their beauty. Her arches were so deep that you could slide a pencil under her foot without touching skin. (Later, when she stood barefoot, her high arches made it seem like she was wearing heels!) Her big toe was a little longer than the others, and it had a wide, well-kept nail. The next three toes were the same length, and the little toe was just slightly shorter, and tucked slightly under it's neighbor.

Her toes were straight and plump, and a little on the short side giving her foot a squared off appearance which I love. I stood open-jawed and staring while Jill filed Leslie's exquisite little toenails. "These feet are orgasmic!" I thought. "I want them more than anything in the world."

I felt my cock swelling rapidly and forming a tent in my sweat pants while Jill introduced us. I looked quickly from Leslie's feet to her face, and I caught her staring at the large outline of my 8 inch shaft which was facing downward along my thigh and pushing against the fabric, attempting to go fully erect. She quickly recovered and I moved over to shake her hand.

Jill offered me a chair which I quickly accepted to hide the mass in my pants, and I became very talkative in order to prolong my visit which allowed me to watch Jill paint Leslie's toenails and rub moisturizer into them. Leslie and I had a common interest in financial investing, and we had a lively chat. Before I left, we exchanged emails in order to discuss some trades.

We kept in touch via email almost everyday for 2 weeks talking about stocks and trading. I also learned that she is a widow, and that her husband had left her very well off. She has no children, and spends her day trading stocks on the internet. One day she asked if I thought it was odd that a widow her age would get a pedicure in the dead of winter. Because we were communicating over email and not face to face, I was able to answer this question which would have paralyzed me in person.

After about 10 drafts which included a everything from a flippant, "No, it's not odd," to a full confession of my foot fetish, I finally settled on, "No, I think it's wonderful that you take care of yourself. You're still so young and have so much life ahead of you. Besides, you have lovely feet."

My heart was pounding as I sent it. Later that day I got a message from Leslie that simply had my comment about her feet cut and pasted into it, and her reply below it in big bold letters, "THANK YOU!!!!!!"

A few days later, Jill called me and told me to come over. I could hear giggling in the background, and I asked what was going on. Then I heard a female voice squeal, "She's tickling my FEET!" Jill said Leslie was getting her pedicure, and that, "Her feet are so ticklish sometimes."

''We need a handsome hunk to get drunk with!" I heard Leslie exclaim over the speaker phone. "Come on over!"

My heart started pounding, and I wanted to race over, but I needed to take a shower first. When I finally arrived I was greeted by Leslie at the door. Wearing clogs with no socks, she handed me a glass of red wine and took me by the hand and led me upstairs. The sound of the wooden clogs slapping against her bare heels made me look down to see them. Leslie noticed me looking and she giggled, "Loud, aren't they?"

I agreed that they were much too loud, hoping she would take them off, but she didn't take the hint. Jill was snockered and sitting behind her desk with her bare feet up facing me when I got to her office. She explained that Leslie was her last appointment, and that she had brought over two bottles to celebrate a huge killing she had made in the market. She asked if I had followed her advice, and I told her I didn't have the money for that trade. She made a sad face and rubbed my shoulder, pretending to console me.

Jill snuck off and opened a third bottle wine. After we polished that off, it was dark out and snowing. It was clear that Leslie shouldn't drive. After a little debate, Leslie agreed to let me drive her home.

I was driving her new Range Rover, and she had her right leg crossed over her left, dangling her clog as we talked. The shoe had slipped down enough for me to get a nice view of her deep arch, and the wrinkles it put in her soft sole. I kept looking at it as the lights from the street lamps slid across it, creating extremely sexy patterns of light and shadow on her exquisite curves and crevasses. I knew she was watching me as I admired her foot, and I decided not to hide it.

Amazingly, she didn't shy away. She actually let the shoe slip down to her toes and let it dangle there while she stroked her ankle and heel with her fingertips softly. I was starting to sweat, but it wasn't long before we turned into the driveway of her huge mansion-like home.

When we got inside, we went to the kitchen to call a cab. Leslie poured two glasses of wine and jumped up onto the countertop of the island in the center of the huge gourmet kitchen. As I dialed the taxi, Leslie crossed her legs and began dangling her shoes. I was put on hold, and as I paced back and forth in front of her, I couldn't help glancing at her feet as the shoes slowly slipped gradually down her sleek insteps.

Finally, the shoe of her crossed leg slipped off her toes and fell to the floor. "Oops!" She said as she leaned forward to inspect her bare foot. I could feel my heart pounding. Without being asked, I dropped to my knees in front of her to replace her shoe. I didn't have to kneel to do it, but I found myself going as low as I could until her bare toes were level with my face.

I picked up her shoe, and before I could put it back on she said, "So, were you serious what you said about my feet?" I felt my face getting very hot with embarrassment. She moved her foot toward me with her perfect bare toes pointed, flexing her deep arch to its fullest. I thought of all the times I had told girls how much I had liked their feet, and how disastrous and embarrassing it usually ended up.

"That's weird, isn't it?" I said.

"Nooooooo!" She replied with surprise, but in a gentle compassionate tone. "I thought it was sweet. My husband had a foot fetish." She said softly as her toes brushed my hand which held the phone to my ear. "He used to look at my feet the same way you do. I don't think it's weird at all."

Just then, the cab dispatcher came back on the line, and I told Leslie that the he needed her address. Her toes moved from my hand to my cheek, stroking gently. "Do you really want to leave right now?" She whispered. I pushed the disconnect button on the phone and put it down. She smiled and said, "Good choice." She pointed her toes and tickled my chin with the tip of her big toe.

I cupped her heel in my hand and brought my lips to her instep. She sighed pleasurably and leaned back on her arms as I kissed her from her toes to her ankle. I slipped her other shoe off and brought the prettily pointed toes together. I gently tickled her soles with my fingers as I continued to kiss the tops of both shapely bare feet. She started sliding one foot up and down her calf sensually. Extending her stroking leg, her toes caressed the instep of her other foot, and I could kiss both of them at the same time. She pulled her toes back on her top foot and I kissed her juicy toes pads. She slipped her bottom foot out from underneath and pressed her toes to my lips. "Wanna taste?" She whispered.

I moaned, "Oh god!" I hungrily ate her toes up.

"Glad you like them." She giggled. "I wasn't sure if you would." My tongue was darting in and out of her toes as I devoured them. She expertly teased me with her feet, rubbing them all over my face and neck, making me alternate my kisses, and making me chase them with my lips and tongue. She often giggled when I finally got my mouth on them, and she even let me tickle her soles with my fingers occasionally. I was on the verge of blowing my load in my pants, and I couldn't believe it was happening. She was deliberately and expertly driving me wild with her feet!

She told me to stand up, and she left her feet on my chest as I did. Now she was leaning back on her elbows. "Let's see how much you really like my feet!" She said as she slid one foot down my body until her toes were stroking my fully erect shaft. There was already a large wet spot of precum staining my pants. "Wow. Did I do that?" She teased. I nodded and said she did. "I wonder if I could make you cum with just my feet."

Looking at me mischieviously, she asked, "Have you ever had sex with a woman's feet before?" I shook my head no, and she curled her toes around the head of my shaft, squeezing. My knees started shaking and I almost came right there, but she let the pressure off with her toes. She moved her other foot down to my crotch and started rolling the head of my cock expertly between her big toes. I could feel myself cumming. "Would you like to see what it's like? Would you like to fuck my feet?"

Her words put me over the edge, and I was wracked by a sudden orgasm and I had to grab her ankles just to remain standing. My body shuddered for at least a minute before I collapsed onto my knees.

"Wow! I'm very flattered." She said smiling. "I never knew I could do that so fast!" I tried to apologize because I was embarrassed by my premature ejaculation, but she cut me off asking, "Do my feet really turn you on that much?"

I began kissing them again and telling her how sexy her feet were, and that just the sight of them brings me to the brink of orgasm. Then I stood up, and showed her that I was already hard again. She placed her toes on the wet spot over my cock and smiled. "Insatiable huh? That makes two of us." I moved in toward her and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders. I lifted her up off the counter, and she told me to take her upstairs to the bedroom.

We didn't sleep until daybreak. We had lots of regular and oral sex, but her secret was that she knew how to get me hard and keep me hard using her feet. She had ways of turning me on that I never imagined. She gave me foot jobs, she sucked her own toes, she had me tie her up and tickle her feet with an assortment of feathers and brushes that she had, and she even had me put shoes and stockings on her legs and take them off, which I found surprisingly erotic considering I thought I only liked bare feet.

I woke up the next day and gave her a nice foot massage with oil before leaving. Leslie asked me if I had enough of her feet yet, so I stood up and showed her my erection from rubbing her feet. She squealed, "Oh God!" then she laughed, telling me her pussy was so sore that I'd have to wait, but that she'd have something special in store for me on my next visit.