I'd like to tell you a little about my background. I was born and raised in Australia into a Greek culture. I lived there until I was in my late teens, when I went to Greece to see my relatives and trace my family line. After staying for a year I moved to Edinburgh in Scotland to live for several years. Although I had always had a deep affinity for Scottish history and the true Celtic way, my heart belonged to the land down under, where my closest family and friends were.

I later moved back there to see my parents and my sister, who had her hands full prosecuting a case (being a lawyer) against some major Australian business firm. She had told me many times that being a lawyer was always easier than being a mother in her mind. I stayed there for another two years until a brief encounter with an old friend of mine ( who lived in Japan ) who needed my help. I currently live in New York, and spend my time helping people, meditating periodically in a nearby buddhist monastery and writing novels to keep my creative juices flowing. Only God knows if any of them will ever get published.

Any way, getting to the point of this story, and the reason for me relaying my experience to this particular web site. My fascination for female feet has been a noticeable and accepted part of my personality (as all my partners have stated) for as long as I can remember. The first ever experience that I had was when I was in high school in Australia in my early years. The teacher that I used to have in form 7 loved playing with her shoes. Whenever another teacher would be teaching the class about maths or science ( can't remember ) she used to sit in the background a little to my left reading a book and dangling her high heels off her perfectly pale toes. I had noticed that her favourite color was usually a dark red, because her toenails were always painted a reddish color. Having a photographic memory, each night when I went home I would jerk off with the picture of her toes in my head.

I got my chance to actually do something about it four or five years later ( about a year and a half before I went to Greece) when I met her again in the CBD of Melbourne, Victoria. She was having a coffee alone in a cafe, possibly waiting for someone. So I went up to her and started to talk and compare histories of the past three years. It seemed that she lost her job because of lack of government funding, and she was a little tight on cash. So, Having a great imagination and a quick thinking brain, I told her that I was now studying psychology, (which I was) and that I needed someone to test some theories I had. She was willing because she knew I was the type of person to be trusted (which I am ). What she didn't know until later was that these theories involved my love of feet (her's to be precise).

I told her the nature of the tests I was to give her, which had something to do with the mind's perception of different sensations, or something along those lines, ( to the best of my knowledge). I told her when and where and that I will see her then.

When the time came, I heard a knock at the room door where I told her to come. At that time I was in the last year of high school form 12, going into University ( or college ) and had told her to come after my last class for the day. I sat her in an arm chair and watched her skirt ride up a little as I swung the leg rest up so that her feet were in front of her. I began the test by relaxing her, getting her comfortable with the surroundings. I started with her hands, using different methods to get a sensation.

After what I think was about an hour I got to my favourite part, her beautiful well proportioned and kept pale feet. I started taking her shoes off. She opened her eyes in surprise and looked at me. I told her that it was part of the test and that she shouldn't worry because I'm used to the smell ( which in this case was more like a musky fragrance). As soon as I got a sight of her perfect toes I felt the first pulses of lust well up in the center of my being and focus on my manhood. Not being as emotionally focused as I am now, passion was getting the better of me. My face started to go red, as I knelt down close to her foot and used the same methods on her foot as I had used on the other part of her body. She must have been able to read the emotion on my face, when I wasn't looking at her's, because she started to smile.

I continued the tests on her feet getting the responses from her. All the while I was keeping as close to her feet as I could hoping to accidentally brush my cheek across her toes. When it happened, the touch of her soft, bare toes against my cheek sent shivers of pure emotion of electricity directly to my penis. It instantly hardened.

She had been watching my actions out of the corner of her eye, because she sat up and looked at me. She said, looking directly into my eyes, "You know, if you want to suck my toes, it ok with me, I've always had a feeing that you like my feet, because I always caught you staring at me playing with my shoes in class."

"In that case..." I said. I knelt down and took all four smaller toes into my mouth and started sucking on them. As I did that, she reclined the chair even more and stared to moan in satisfaction, as she felt my tongue swirl all around each of her toes. I asked her with a smile on my face "What do you think of that sensation?" She just kept on moaning. I worked my tongue around her big toe started to kiss and suck down her high arch around her smooth heel, back up the other side and eventually licked her silky soft sole with my tongue. I took her other foot and gave it the same treatment.

As her other foot went down it brushed up against the stone in my pants. She sat up and looked at me again, raising her eyebrow she said, "Well, well isn't that especially big for a young man like you? Let's have a look at it then, eh?"

I thought to myself, "Why not? I am a month past the legal age. (Which is 18 in Australia). So I freed my throbbing manhood, from it's material prison and exposed it to the woman I had mentally admired for years. She looked at it, smiled and, as they say, she went to work. She wrapped the object of my affection around my penis and started to massage its length with those soft pale toes. I started to fuck her feet, moving in motion with her pulling of my manhood, with the friction building, I felt the burst of pre-cum come out of my manhood and splash against the neck of her big toe.

In the end, the friction and heat was too much. I came in body shuddering bursts in between her toes and onto her soles. When I finished cumming on her feet, I looked down at the result, Two fully saturated pale feet with red toenail polish that looked pink after I had dropped my load on them.

She looked at me and then at the result. She surprised me by smiling and putting her shoes back on. She walked out saying, "I hope you got what you wanted. See you around." To this day I have never seen her again, but I've always thanked her for, in a sense, breaking me in.

All I have to say is that writing and sharing my experiences openly with others, has been, and still is a great joy in my life.