Michelle's Feet, Chapter 1
Published on Friday, March 5, 2010
This story was submitted by
Michelle's husband Ed.
To read the 1st story about Michelle, click Michelle's
Feet.
Here are some sample photos of Michelle's perfect
little
feet:
There is also a topic here
in our chat forum about Michelle's feet.
Author's note:
"I have started writing a ff novel.
Here's the first chapter."
Chapter 1:
After checking into our room at the hotel, that the convention was at,
we took the elevator down to the hospitality room and as expected the
room was packed full of other people there for the same reasons - but
certainly not the reason Michelle thought. It wasn't a large room
really, kind of like a big motel room. With several chairs pulled
around at different areas, a couple of double beds, a leather sofa and
matching chair, and a bar area with a nicely dressed man doling out
drinks to the dozen there. Michelle of course believed it was a
business trip and in a way it was. But it wasn't the business she
suspected. I didn't tell her differently and she didn't ask.
Assumptions can lead to wonderful conclusions and her assumption was
about to lead to the sexiest weekend of my life.. Dreams come true and
then more.
It did seem a little bit suspicious that the entire hospitality suite
was packed with men. But it was, after all, a convention for
contractors - or at least that was the assumption. "I am the only woman
here?" She asked.
"A lot of guys
just don't bring their wives, a lot aren't married and some who are
just don't have very understanding wives," I explained.
All eyes were focused on Michelle when we walked in, excitement and joy
on the faces of the men at the convention. For all, it was the first
time they had seen her.. But all knew of her very well. Her flowing
blond hair and just slightly small stature - 5'4" in stocking feet -
was a nice surprise to all. She had sharp striking features and
beautiful blue eyes, and high cheekbones like a girl from Sweden. Her
body was pretty spectacular especially for a mom, big beautiful breasts
and a round bubble butt. Her legs showed no signs of any fat
whatsoever, yet she was not thin and gaunt either. More just lovely in
every way.
Size 6 feet in heels look particularly small, and at the end of
Michelle's gams with her stature they looked even more delicate and
petite. Several offered to buy us a drink and after we accepted a place
opened up for her on the sofa. That was of course the gentlemanly thing
to do.
"Sit down my good
lady," said Jim, a friendly floor installer with an English
accent. Jim patted the seat beside him to the left, as he was in the
middle of a large sofa that seated three.
A black man, Reg, was to his right. John, the man who was in the open
seat, had already slid to the premium location on the carpeted floor as
luckily for him there were no other chairs or seats in the place to be
had. He sat with his back against the arm of the couch just slightly
right of where Jim had invited Michelle to sit. Everyone was milling
about. Chatting, whispering... Mostly whispering.. I overheard several
agreeing that "they"
were smaller in person than the many photos they had seen on their
computers.
Michelle glanced at me looking for approval to sit beside Jim, and I
lifted my eyebrows and nodded my head to invite her to relax and sit
down.
Phil began asking me about my contracting business when he was within
earshot of Michelle, but positioned himself so he could get a glance at
Michelle's slender legs and tiny feet encased in a pair of silver
slip-on heels, a whopping four inches high - which was more than half
as high as her feet were long from the tip of her big toe to the back
of her slender heel.
There was a sexy angle to her feet cruelly bent into the heels, but of
course most of the men were checking out the stars of the show which
were Michelle's cute little toes and candy apple red nails each shaped
like tiny painted computer screens..
When Michelle sank far back into the soft leather sofa, he legs were
together very lady-like but because her heels were so high the curve
from her tapered thin ankles to the sharp bend of her feet in the heels
became a little uncomfortable for her. So she crossed her right leg
over her left knee, as she is in the habit of doing, and with the
motion sinking her even further back into the couch her right high
heeled foot now was a full 12 inches from the carpet, dangling like an
angel.. Exposed and alone.
Phil certainly noticed that her high heel now dangled from her toes and
her soft high arch was exposed for the first time in those glorious
size 6s. "You
know," whispered Phil in my ear. "I read a 6 was the
size they put ladies shoes on display in stores because it's just the
right size to make the shoe look dainty and curvy and feminine."
I shook my head, preoccupied with what I was watching.
I was both excited and jealous as I noticed John had shuffled over on
the floor just slightly, and his hand was now within an inch of
Michelle's pretty painted toes neatly exposed near the end of the
silver left shoe's platform. It was acting as a pedestal for the
crossed leg and dangling damsels. John strategically had placed his arm
so that her crossed foot was now between his body and bicept - all
unknown to Michelle who had sank back so far that she could not even
see the floor beneath her.
Jim was chatting Michelle up, asking her questions about herself like
he had already known the answer. She loved England so asked him how he
managed to come all the way over the big pond for this convention.
"They just don't
have conventions like this one in Merry Old....."
Several other men had by now entered the room which was now almost
elbow to elbow. Many of the new men also sat on the floor with their
drinks, some on the edges of the beds but you could not help but see
them glancing at my lovely wife's little high heeled feet.
Her discomfort from her heels was now apparent and she twisted her left
foot on a slight angle inside the heel which magically created the most
gorgeous wrinkles from her high arch as she slid her foot up the
slip-on completely. Every eye in the place noticed the bare foot,
unprotected from the leering eyes of about 20 men, who all were ogling
the vaulted little arch and instep part of her soft, lotioned soles,
the smooth heel of her foot consistently pink all round. Her arch was
no more than a few inches in length from inside heel to the balls of
her feet, but there was probably a well formed vertical wrinkle across
that little arch for every man in the room to have for their own
tonight.
The men on the floor, a number now in a semi-circle oddly pointed right
in front of Michelle's lovely gams, noticed, though Michelle had not,
that John had placed his right hand next to her left high heel. The
ouside of John's hand was now against the platform at the toe of the
shoe while his little finger had now roamed up to actually make contact
with the very tip of Michelle's lovely and perfectly rounded big toe
with its perfect nail cropped back and straight across just slightly
below the tip.
I could never stand these women who leave their toenails long or shave
them to a point. I believe everyone in the room concurred that nicely
cropped nails were the sexiest.
The lump in my throat was delightful and scary as I was watched
helplessly for the first time as another man actually groped the tip of
Michelle's toe. I was growing more anxious inside now, questioning if
this weekend I had done the right thing. A lump had grown in my stomach
wanting to stop it and yet wanting to watch at the same time. But that
is what I was here for, this convention of foot lovers. More specific,
men who had grown very fond of the beauty of Michelle's feet via the
internet. I bet her long ago that if I put a few pictures up, men would
go crazy for their beauty. She laughed at the time, but she was proven
very wrong. Correspondence had ensued between me and her admirers as
well as her and the men too. The names were fictitious but not their
feelings or hers really either. She had come to really like several of
the men.
One man, Jim, had written for years regularly and we had gotten to know
his wants and needs and even his family and friends and hobbies.
John's arm was now fully around, but not quite touching Michelle's high
heeled crossed right foot which was dangling between his elbow and his
body. He naughtily pressed the perfect little foot closer to his side
and his arm was now touching her blemishless white soft skin on the
outside of her foot.
Michelle moved her foot, feeling it was now clamped between John's arm
and body and when she slid it back her foot came right out of her heel.
Every man in the room watched the shoe drop to the floor exposing her
perfect and now vulnerable foot and those red toenails.
The room was so full and uncomfortable, Michelle never thought a thing
of John knocking her shoe off so she just slipped her left foot out of
her heel and curled up both feet on her sofa cushion right next to Jim
who she was still talking to. Unknown to her, she had just created a
knot in Jim's stomach. He had seen pictures of her lovely soles but now
they were within inches of his pant leg. His manhood was beginning to
grow within at the thought, and as John was speaking to Michelle about
her little heels left vulnerably on the floor, Jim was gazing down at
those lovely soles. He knew in this room he only had to hide his gaze
from Michelle and not the other guys who were also looking.
As Jim looked suggestively, mouth watering, lips licking, he realized
her feet were even smaller than he had dreamed of. And he had drempt
often. His great fantasy - to take Michelle's soles as his own while
she slept.
Uncontrollably leaning closer to her feet, Jim noticed her toes could
be no more than just over an inch long, no more. From the bottoms her
toes had tiny and straight stems before the round little toe pads. Her
big toes were tipped up just slightly and the nails were curved across
the width of the toe not flat across.The lovely soft balls of her feet
expended only perhaps an inch-and-a half before the sole caved deeply
down more than an inch for maybe a length of another three inches
before the perfect and thin two inch long heel curved around to the end
of the lovely sole, less than eight inches total. Her feet were no more
than three inches across at the widest - that being the balls of the
little treasures.. Jim moved his hand over to her feet and could
clearly see that his hand was almost as big as her foot was long....
Seeing Jim eying up Michelle's gorgeous soles, I told him that she said
her feet were very tired from the traveling and the standing around at
the airport..
"I am sorry Jim,"
Michelle said.. "I
should have asked you if you minded me putting my feet up next to you.
I hope they don't smell a little. They usually don't."
"I think I may
have smelled the faint aroma of bubble bath and lotion," Jim
replied.
Michelle smiled at that. "I bubble bath and
lotion every day at least once..... how did...."
"I do know a
little reflexology my lady," Jim interruped. "Do you mind?"
He asked as he motioned with his right hand towards her little feet.
Surprised, delighted, nervous, Michelle looked up at me for approval.
She thought it already felt wonderful just having her feet elevated and
out of her heels. And although it was only her feet to many, Michelle
knew how important they were to me. Once she tried to make me jealous
by faking a cramp in her foot and telling a friend of mine to rub her
lovelies until the cramp went away. It worked. I was jealous. But it
also started a rage of excitement in me that made me realize that I
liked to watch other men trying to enjoy those perfect little feet too.
Rationalizing, these feelings likely came from hiding my foot feelings
most of my life and thinking no other male on the planet liked what I
liked. Now seeing others bust a nut looking at my precious darlings has
become a massive turn on.
As the conversation continued I could not help but think of by buddy
Bill, a pawn in a foot fetish minage et trois, so to speak. Michelle
was mad at me and so purposely decided to cross her legs so her arch
was almost pressed up against Bill's leg at the end of our kitchen
table. We'd both seen Bill glance at her feet before when he was at our
house visiting, so we did know there was an interest of some kind.
By this time I was slouched back on my chair and could see that my
friend's shin was about a half inch away from enjoying a foot feel. I
like to know where Michelle's sexy feet are at all times and I gave her
a look of anger that she was purposely making me jealous. Michelle
shuffled her chair to the side a bit with her legs crossed, and turned
them to Bill's right at the end of the table. He looked down quickly at
what had moved next to him and I detected a slight smile. That's when
Michelle faked a cramp in her arch. Grimmising in pain, Bill looked at
her concerned as she stretched her foot straight out, only inches from
his right thigh.
"Ahhhhhhhhh,"
Michelle screamed. "Don't
just sit there, Bill, pull my shoe off."
Bill kind of looked over at me to see if it was okay. Because I didn't
want anyone to know I'd be insanely jealous over some guy touching
Michelle's foot, I shook my head to give Bill the okay.
Quickly, he cupped the heel of her little stockinged foot with his left
hand and unstrapped the shoe at the back, pulling the pink strap under
her heel. He then cupped Michelle's toes and pulled the shoe off her
nyloned foot.
It still turned me on to think about it, but not as much as what I was
now watching.
Jim reached down and pulled her feet just a little towards him.. He had
never felt such pleasure. Such smooth skin, the wrinkles forming when
Michelle's feet moved around. They were so small and it felt wonderful
handling them. Jim guided them on to his lap, and Michelle helped
cautiously. Her left foot was tucked under her right and propped up on
Jim's thigh while the right foot had partially dropped down between his
legs only inches from where he longed for it.
Everyone in the room watched as Jim's quivering hands roamed all over
Michelle's little soles. His left hand held her propped up left foot
which was only partially exposed with the right foot over top of it at
the heel. Michelle has about a two inch wrinkle, or a kind of verticle
crease, from just below her sexy straight second and third toes down
through the ball of her foot when it isn't flexed. Jim followed that
crease like a surgeon with his index finger applying a little bit of
pressure the entire way which must have taken him almost a minute to
follow.
Cupping her toes with his left hand he lifted the left foot up slightly
to accentuate that wonderful arch and began rubbing across it with his
fingers on his right hand.
Michelle could tell Jim was a working man, as his hands were not
unusually large but very strong and quite meaty. He could not believe
the caving in of her arch and how small and soft her soles were. Jim
adjusted up a bit in his seat to get a better angle at his reflexology
treatment and managed now to actually have Michelle's dangling right
foot glancing against the crotch of his pants, where hidden beneath his
manhood was throbbing and as hard as it had certainly ever pulsated
before.
All the while Michelle closed her eyes as Jim took his index finger and
thumb and began squeezing the back side of her foot from just under her
most tiny baby toe the entire length of her foot down to her
magnificant little heel. Jim absolutely could not believe that Michelle
didn't have even one crack or rough spot. This was not a child or even
a young adult. Michelle, though young looking and in tremendous shape,
was in her mid thirties now.
"Your feet are
ridiculously soft Michelle," Jim said. "I have never given a
reflexology treatment to anyone with such soft little feet... never."
"And I run,"
Michelle said proudly.
"That's right,"
I confirmed. "She's
doing mini marathons now and runs three times a week with her friends
or on the treadmill."
"Ed said I could
run as long as I don't wreck my feet," Michelle said.
"My wife ran off
with my ex-business-partner, but I guess that doesn't count,"
Phil cut in.
"Doesn't look like
your feet are any worse for wear."
"No,"
Michelle said. "But
I wear good shoes."
Jim began pressing down on the balls of her feet and while she was
answering Phil's questions, he used his right elbow to press Michelle's
dangling little damsel into his crotch and quite solidly.
I could barely stand watching. I was flush.
We all saw and wished we were in Jim's position. I of course had been
before, and Michelle recognized a hard cock against her foot as she had
much experience in this position.
"I think I'll get
another drink," Michelle said, sliding her perfect soles off
Jim's lap and back into her sexy silver heels, red toes poking out the
ends. "Want to
come with me, Ed?" She waved.
"Sure," I
said and as Michelle got up Jim looked at me shaking his head and
rolling his eyes like a man who had just blown a great opportunity. Of
course that is exactly what he had done.
It wasn't very far to the bar but we had to basically step over several
guys sitting on the floor and were crowded in by the rest still
standing. I am over 6 feet tall, so I was fine but Michelle couldn't
see a thing except a bunch of backs ahead and below men's hands and
drinks and crossed legs right where she was trying to step.
When we were waiting for one standing group to part a path for us, one
man on the floor placed his hand over top of Michelle's right high
heeled foot and began gently stroking it from toes to ankle several
times saying, "Careful
darling, let me move my drink out of your way."
When we got to the bar finally, Michelle nudged me and said, "A peculiar number of
times my feet have been touched here tonight already. What is going on?"
"Well you are the
only woman here, and it is a very crowded room. We can go if you like,"
I told her.
"No, it's not like
anyone is being rude," she reasoned. "Maybe I will just have
fun with it. It's not like every man is into feet like you ya freak,"
she kidded me. "But
I think there are a few and I think my little feet may just be able to
expose them for who they are."
"But you know," I told her. "Even non-foot-guys pay
attention to your feet. They may not want to fuck them, but they still
think they're cute."
"Unfortunately
that's true," Michelle said.
"Guys all think
you have a nice rack and a nice firm bum too," I assurred her. "Foot guys too I am
sure."
"Awwww. Ed. You
suck up!"
"Let's go sit back
down again," Michelle suggested. "Jim seemed nice. But I
think he was getting excited giving me the relexology," Michelle
whispered.
"Just don't let
him then, if it makes you uncomfortable," I said.
"But I liked it.
As long as you don't get jealous by the attention I am getting. I'm the only female here."
This story was submitted by
Michelle's husband Ed.
To read the 1st story about Michelle, click Michelle's
Feet.
Here are some sample photos of Michelle's perfect
little
feet:
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in our chat forum about Michelle's feet.
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