Tempting Soles & Toes In College
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The sexy soles pic below reminds me of a graduate student I met while I was in my first year of college. It was to be her last year, and meeting her was a wet dream come true. On the day that I met her, our campus was pretty empty because most of the students had gone back home for the holiday break.

Just as you see in the pic, she was lying face down on one of the couches in a shared lounge where students gathered to watch movies on a big screen TV that was there. She was the only person in the lounge when I got there, and her eyes were closed, so I figured that she was taking a nap.

I was so flustered at the sight of her sexy soles that I tripped, and almost fell on top of her. When I kind of grabbed onto the couch to catch myself so that I wouldn't fall all the way to the ground, she woke up from her nap.

"I'm so sorry," I told her. "I kind of tripped, and fell. I didn't mean to wake you up from your nap."

"No worries," she replied. "I wasn't really napping anyway. I just had my eyes closed to rest for a bit."

"Well," I stammered. "If you do want to take a nap, don't let me stop you."

"Are you sure?" She asked. "I mean, I guess I should just go back to my room, and take a nap there."

"You could," I told her, "but you might as well stay here. Nobody's really around anyway, and I don't care if you're down for a nap."

"Then maybe I will stay here," she replied. "I'm already pretty comfortable."

"I can see that," I laughed. Before she could respond, I suddenly blurted out, "and you're in the perfect position for a foot massage."

I couldn't believe that I said that, but luckily for me she responded well.

"Are you offering?" She asked with a giggle.

"Only if you'd like one," I answered. "I mean, I don't want you to think that I'm coming on to you or anything."

"You're not?" She teased with a laugh.

"No, I wasn't trying to come on to you," I answered a little flustered.

To my surprise, and embarrassment, she straight out asked me, "So are you into feet? And don't worry if you are, 'cause I can get into that. I happen to like guys who have a foot fetish."

"You do?" I asked.

"Sure," she answered. "It works for me, and I'm sure not going to turn down a foot massage even though I'm guessing that you'll want to do more to my feet than just massage them, right?"

"Have you ever had anybody with a foot fetish massage your feet before," I asked. "I mean, you know, do more then just give you a foot massage?"

"I have," she answered with a knowing smile, "although it's been quite a while."

"That's good to know," I told her.

Patting the couch, she said, "Take a seat. I won't bite."

By then she had gotten up to sit, and had crossed her legs, which gave me a clear view of her pedicured toes.

"Thanks," I told her.

I realized she must have noticed me looking at her sexy toes when she asked, "How do you like the color?"

"That light purple looks great on you," I answered.

"It's a favorite of mine," she told me while straightening her right leg, and pointing the toes of her right foot in my direction. "You can touch them if you like. I won't bite."

With both hands, I reached out to gently take hold of her foot, and then I carefully laid it down onto my thigh. I began to massage her foot with both of my hands, and I lightly glided my fingers along her very soft sole.

"That feels great," she told me as she reached into her carry bag to pull out a container of massage lotion. "Do you mind using this to massage my feet? It's what I use when I massage my own feet."

"Of course," I answered. When I noticed it was flavored, and edible, I added, "Oh, I love this stuff!"

"So do I," she told me. "It tastes great!"

"I know," I confirmed. "It really does taste great. I may not be able to resist it."

"I'm fine with that," she giggled.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"As long as you give me a really great foot massage, my feet are yours to do with as you please," she assured me.

"Sure," she answered. "I just hope I don't fall asleep on you."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," I assured her. "Feel free."

"Okay," she replied. "Then I think I might."

Especially when I've just met a woman for the first time, no matter how quickly things heat up between us, I'm usually most comfortable enjoying their soles and toes when they're lying face down. Even after I got older, I still felt that way. It seems that most women who've enjoyed foot fetish fun with me have been that way as well.

"If I do anything you don't like," I told her, "please feel free to let me know, okay?"

"I have a feeling that I'm going to like whatever it is you want to do to my feet," she said.

"I certainly hope so," I replied, "but again, just let me know."

"Okay," she said in a really relaxed tone. "I will."

That was the last time we spoke for a long time. I made sure to give her a really great foot massage; a real one that I wanted her to always remember, and one that I hoped would lead to much more. I was so glad that the campus was so sparsely populated, and I hoped that we wouldn't have any interruptions.

After giving both of her feet a really great massage, and then doing it again, I began to lick, and suck each and every one of her toes; sometimes one at a time, sometimes a few at a time, and sometimes all at the same time. I slid my tongue along each, and every wrinkle of her soft soles, and I sometimes lightly tickled, and nibbled her soles as well.

Every once in a while I'd hear a low moan of approval, but she pretty much stayed silent the whole time.

After quite a bit of time had passed, I unbuttoned my blue jeans, and I laid her feet over my crotch with her soles up. Being as young as I was back then, my cock had stayed hard pretty much the entire time, and it felt great to let it pop up between the soles of her feet.

While I held her ankles tightly together with my left hand, I began to tickle the soles of her feet more aggressively, which made her laugh out loud, and which made her squirm to the best of her abilities. The friction that was caused by her squirming soles wrapped around my cock as I firmly held them together made me hard as a rock, and I was only moments away from exploding my load all over her soles.

By then, she had unbuttoned her own blue jeans, and had placed both of her hands inside of them so that she had easy access to her pussy, and clit to get herself off. I learned from her later on that she had been having a series of small little orgasms almost the entire time I had been massaging, and playing with her feet.

She told me afterward, "You got me so horny, I just couldn't help myself!"

As we also happily discussed afterward, both of us really enjoyed getting off on having huge climaxes at the same time. Just as I was shooting my first huge load all over her soles, she was getting off on the first of numerous exploding climaxes that soaked her jeans.

"Wow!" I exclaimed to her after she had excitedly grabbed my hand to show me how much she had climaxed. "I love how wet you are!"

"Me too!" She exclaimed with excitement. "I don't think I've ever climaxed so many times, and so hard before at any one time!"

Both of us knew then, and there that we'd be having foot fetish fun together, and many times, too. I was sewing my wild oats long before I met the woman I'd marry, and she was sewing her wild oats as well, except that she had plans to get engaged, and married to a guy who had been courting her throughout college.

I heard from her a couple of times after they had gotten married. She told me she was still in love with him, and happily married. Her only complaint was that her husband didn't have a foot fetish like me.