Tara's Smelly Soles
Published on Sunday, November 1, 2009
This story was submitted anonymously.
Unbelievable what I just did! I went out last night to
this dive bar to get some drinks because I was upset about some stuff.
The bartender, Tara, was really cute and wearing a black top, tight
jeans, and white and pink Skechers. We started talking a lot because
the place was pretty dead. She asked me if I wanted to do a body shot
for $10 since she wasn't making any money, so I ended up doing 2
because I felt bad, and she was really hot.
Anyway, I started getting buzzed and ended up telling her that I had a
foot fetish, and asked what she thought about it. She said that she
didn't really know, and didn't think her feet were that cute. I guess
the alcohol gave me big balls because I asked her to see them, and at
first she said no.
Now the chase was on though, so I asked her a couple more times. Maybe
just to shut me up, or to make nice to get tips, she ended up showing
me. They were size 7 (I saw the tag)
and had cute little impressions on them from her white socks. They were
tanned and had a hot pink pedicure that she said she had gotten on
Wednesday. She didn't really show me her soles, but I could see that
they were really soft and red from walking around all night. They were
absolutely perfect. I could tell that she thought I was weird, but I
didn't care since I know I will never see her again or be at the bar,
so I figured I would just go all in.
I told her that I knew she might think it was out there, but I wanted
to smell her feet. She said, "ewww" and
laughed, but I persisted and said I was serious, and would give her an
awesome tip. She said, "Well, that could
possibly work," but it would have to wait until she was done.
Last call was at 2:00 a.m., and it was 12:30 a.m. at this point, so I
knew if I had any shot in hell, it was worth my while to wait.
The next hour was the longest of my life, but she kept serving me and
calling me "Feetguy"
in front of everyone, but I truly didn't care at this point. My main
concern was keeping enough of a buzz to have the balls to smell her
feet, but not get too drunk that I didn't remember or make an idiot out
of myself. Anyway, last call came, she asked me if I was still serious
and how much I would give her. I told her $50 and she said, "Come onnnnnn."
So I said, "One
hundred dollars," and she agreed. She told me to go outside so
they could count out and close the bar down. I went out to my car and
was basically whacking off furiously at the thought of smelling this
hot little bartender's smelly feet. I kept waiting, and finally saw her
coming out and looking around. I got out of my car and gave her the
money.
She said, "Come
on, let's do this in my car so no one sees it." I followed her
and she said, "Just
get in the passenger seat." She drove off to a back corner of
the parking lot and kept saying, "I can't believe I'm
doing this."
I asked her why she took me up on it, and she said that she needed the
money to pay off her student loans.
With that, she kicked her legs over to me, put her sneakers right in my
lap, and said, "Go
ahead weirdo!"
I fumbled undoing the laces, so I just thought to myself, "fuck it," and
pulled her right sneaker off and planted my nose right on her sock
under her toes. Her toes smelled like salt and vinegar. My favorite feet smell! I was
raging hard while she looked at me like I was crazy, and it took all I
had to not touch myself. I took off her other sneaker and did the same
thing. Then I just absolutely buried my face in both of her socked
soles. Heaven!
I asked her if I could take her socks off and at first she said, "No," so I just
kept going. Then by the grace of God, she said, "Go ahead. Just take
them off you weirdo."
I half-ripped them off, exposing her soft, smelly, wrinkled soles. They
had little pieces of sock lint on her toes, and again, it took all I
had to not touch myself or suck on her toes, since I figured I didn't
want to really push my luck since it was pretty fucked up what I was
doing, lol.
She even must've said 3 or 4 times, "Dude, you're fucked
up!" Or "You're
such a pervert!"
But I didn't care since I got what I wanted. After what seemed like 5
seconds, but was probably a minute or two, she told me she had enough,
and she had to go. I thanked her, put her socks and sneakers back on (I should've asked for a sock), and
she was on her way quickly. I went to my car, sat there, and just
laughed at myself, not believing what I had done. But I had gotten what
I wanted, and I went home, looked her up on Myspace, and whacked off
all over the place when I found a pic of her in flip flops, and saw
pics of her in her softball uniform, knowing what I had done.
Unbelievable!! Sometimes, it
doesn't hurt to ask, as long as you can deal with being called a
weirdo!
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