Lorraine's Feet, Part 2
Lorraine's Feet, Part 1
(Posted on Wednesday, February 2, 2000)

This story was submitted by BobFootNut.

Hi All,

If you recall, when I left you last Lorraine was about to say something about her feet. I was standing halfway in the doorway of the kitchen as she cleaned up the kitchen. My cock was throbbing in anticipation and my hand was now in my shorts gently stroking it. Because Lorraine is so short, she was standing on a stool to reach the tops of the cabinets. As she reached up, she went up on her toes exposing her smooth round heels and sexy soles.

She then looks me right in the eye and asked, "Why didn't you just come out and tell me that you have a foot fetish? You haven't been too subtle about it you know, leaving your videos and magazines out so I would see them. It's ok. I seem to attract a lot of men with foot fetishes. They stare at my feet with lust in their eyes just like you have from the first day."

I was stunned. She knew all along. Before I could answer, she extends her bare foot toward me and asks, "Now just what is it about my feet that all you foot guys like? Don't they smell?" She raises her foot to my face as if to bekon me to smell her foot. I am standing there in disbelief with a raging hard-on in full view through my shorts. My knees start to buckle, they are shaking so badly. My heart is pounding and my head is spinning. I'm in a daze. "Well, how do my feet smell?" She asks.

She now has her toes rubbing on my nose. All I can grunt is, "great" as I slide my nose between the crevices of her toes and work my way from the ball, down to her arch and heel.

She tells me, "Yeah, ever since I was a young girl people have wanted to smell and kiss my feet. What is it that men like about how my feet smell?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it." I tell her. "The smell of the leather combined with the baby powder you put in your shoes, combined with your natural foot smell, is a real turn on."

She further explains to me, "Well, I was raised by my aunt and uncle. My father left my mother when I was a baby and my mom died when I was eight. Her sister took me in. She had gorgeous feet and was always taking care of them. I saw how my uncle would always put her feet in his lap when they watched TV and rub them and how he really seemed to like them. I wanted him to like my feet too. One day my aunt was in her bedroom and I wanted to ask her a question. I heard her talking on the phone and her door was slightly ajar, so I walked in. She was talking on the phone and painting her toes at the same time."

She continues by telling me, "She saw me looking at her feet and when she hung up, she said, you are getting to be a big girl now. Would you like me to paint your toes too? I nodded that I did. So that became our Sunday ritual. We painted our toes together. Soon, I had to have an ankle bracelet just like her and a toe ring, but she said I was too young for that. My uncle would make a fuss over our ritual of toenail painting and say how pretty our feet looked. I wanted to please my uncle, so it became a competition in my mind to make my feet prettier than my aunt just to please my uncle."

Obviously very into contining her story, she tells me, "I desperately wanted to have an ankle bracelet and toe ring because I kinda felt he liked to see my aunt wear those. I had to confess to myself that her feet were gorgeous and he really liked her feet, not mine. Of course, I was still only a little girl. This went on for some time until one day when I turned 12. My uncle secretly called me aside and told me he had a special surprize for me for my birthday because I was now a big girl. I opened the box and there was a gorgeous thin gold anklet and two gold toe rings. There was one for each toe next to the big toe just like auntie wore. He told me not to tell and that I could only wear them when auntie wasn't around and , of course when he was around."

Further explaining, she tells me, "This made wearing my ankle bracelet and toe rings a secret and forbidden. I would get very excited when I would put them on just for him, thinking in my mind that I was pleasing him, but not fully understanding how or why just yet. It eventually got to the point when my aunt wasn't home and my uncle would say, let's go put your ankle bracelet and toe rings on. He would put them on for me."

Still listening intently, she tells me, "By then I had a little job at the mall and secretly bought some cheaper toe rings and more ankle bracelets. I started to paint my toes unusual colors since my aunt and I had long ago stopped our little game. I didn't tell her this because she only wore pink or red, but one day when my uncle and I went up to my room to get my toe rings, I couldn't believe his reaction when he removed my shoe and saw the glossy lavender speckled toe nail polish. His jaw dropped and he remarked how gorgeous my toes looked." Lorraine went on to further explain that she really enjoyed her uncle's attention to her feet and that is why she really enjoys anyone who pays attention to her feet now. Lucky me. :-)

As it turned out, when Lorraine was older, she truly learned that her uncle had a foot fetish. As she told me, "When I was about 19, I noticed a change in him which I didn't fully understand. I was back at home for an extended stay. While I was there, he would come into my room to tuck me in at night. I thought it was sweet, so I didn't think it unusual for me to wake up with him in my room. But I started to notice things in the morning that I hadn't before. My sheets and blankets always seemed to be pulled loose at the bottom of the bed in the morning whereas I always tucked them in when I made my bed. My shoes in my closet seemed to be arranged differently."

Now my interest was really peaked.

She continued by telling me, "Well, one night I was determined to try and stay awake to see what was happening. Sure enough, about two in the morning I hear my uncle enter my room. As I stated, I was a young woman of about 19 and I admittedly found this whole thing kind of arousing. I was laying on my stomach, feigning sleep and trying to peek out of the corner of my eye. I heard my closet door open and then I felt tugging on the sheets and blankets at the bottom of my bed. Soon, the bottoms of my feet were completely exposed. I felt something on the bottom, and I heard my uncle sniffling as if he had a cold. I realized then that he was sniffing the bottoms of my feet."

Practically in a trance, she continued by telling me, "I was very aroused at this point and slid my fingers quietly into my panties. Then I heard another sound, then a grunt and a thud. It wasn't until the next morning when I slipped my flats on over my bare feet that I realized they were still wet inside. I then realized what happened. This went on almost every night for the entire time I was there during my extended stay at home. I never let on that I knew what he was doing and whenever my aunt wasn't home and we were alone, he always offered a foot rub that I eagerly accepted. I would always ask him if my feet smelled as I would raise my foot to his nose. He would sniff them, feign disgust, but would sniff my whole foot."

I wanted to hear more. She didn't disappoint me as she continued by saying, "He always took me shoe shopping and bought me the sexiest sling back shoes, both thongs and high heels. That is why I am a shoe freak and love open toe shoes and of course foot jewelry. I never found another guy in high school or after that who openly liked my feet, so I would have to settle for playing with my own feet at night before going to sleep. Maybe guys were too shy, but everyone seemed to look and comment and not do anything. Maybe they are intimidated by my looks. So Bob, you can look all you want, but I don't want to create a problem with your wife. I want my own foot guy."

I was dumbfouded by her story and as she looked at my throbbing cock through my pants. Suddenly she said, "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

After hearing her story, I knew what I'd do now. I had a plan to get next to her feet. More later ... Lorraine's Feet, Part 3