As I stated in my previous story, "One Fine Day", I'm a 20 yr. old Australian foot and shoe lover from way back in my life. I have always thought of the foot, the female foot to be precise, to be the most erogenous part of the female body ever created. When my mates notice a beautiful girl walking by, they comment on her breasts and her buttocks to each other. I notice only one thing, the kind of shoes she's wearing and if I'll be able to catch a glimpse of her delicious painted toe nails.

Anyway, I would like to describe to you, as the title states, a week in my life. I'll skip all the boring stuff that goes on in my life and as they say, get to the "good parts".

Day 1 - Monday

I go to a state college and study Information Technology. There is this extreme babe in my class, she into all that alternative stuff, you know Aromatherapy, and the like. She is the smallest, most delicate and most beautiful thing ever to grace my eyesight. I had never seen her feet before in all the time we've been in the same class. There is one thing I can say for her but she has great taste in shoes. She's got nice breasts, which is also an added bonus. I talk to her a lot.

We started talking about her new aromatherapy class, and I told her that I also take a class in reflexology massage, on Sundays. I've always thought a bit of BS never hurt anyone. She said that she was very interested in Reflexology, but admitted she knew nothing about it. I couldn't pass up a chance like this. With that, I proceeded to explain the whole gig about reflexology. My main point of course, was that it had to do with the soles of her feet. She was confused. I told her I'd show her how its done on the points on her foot, if she didn't mind taking her shoes off, for the explanation.

Imagine the growing lump in my pants ! Anyway, she didn't mind one bit, but was a bit hesitant because she thought her feet stunk. I told her not to worry. So, when I caught the first glimpse of her perfectly pale silky soft feet and those gorgeously cute little toes, my manhood as they say, "Saluted!" As she revealed those perfect feet I caught a glimpse of the soft imprints her toes had made on the insoles of her shoes. I just wanted to bend over a stick my tongue in her shoe. I eventually got around to explaining reflexology, but with her perfectly cute little feet inches away from my mouth and even fewer inches away from my rock hard manhood, I pretty much stumbled through the explanation. But I doubt that she noticed, or so I thought.

Mind you that night, I was whacking the wookie until sunrise.

TO BE CONTINUED ... DAY 2 : The Hairdresser's Shoes.