One of my most memorable experiences involving the feet of another woman was about five years ago. I had just turned twenty, and was sweating out my second year of college life. I shared a dorm room with an absolutely stunning 20-year-old woman named Lisa. She was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and had a body that wouldn't quit. She had all the guys on campus lusting after her, and a number of the women as well, including me.

It was a wild time for me. I was exploring my sexuality with abandon. Young, adventurous, and attractive (if I do say so myself), so I had my share of lovers. My fit and trim figure reflected my love of sports and outdoor activities. But I also had curves where it counted, with nice, full hips and perky C-cup breasts.

Feeling sexy and passionate on the inside, I often tried to make myself look sexy on the outside. Unfortunately, I would inevitably choose comfort over style, and as a result I always looked more cute than sexy. People were constantly being surprised by the wild, erotic, uninhibited woman that lurked beneath my tomboy surface.

Anyway, Lisa and I quickly became good friends, due in part because we felt so comfortable discussing sex. We were very open and honest with each other, especially when it came to our sexuality. And maybe because we were so comfortable with each other, and since privacy was so hard to find, we would often discreetly masturbate in front of each other. To this day I can still picture her in bed, spasming under the covers, moaning wildly in orgasm.

I know what you're thinking, but no, we never became lovers. At least not in the traditional sense. I told Lisa right away that I was bisexual, with my female lovers far outnumbering the male. Soon after I told her this, she admitted to having experimented with bisexuality herself a few times. Knowing that, I couldn't help but drop a few hints that I wanted to take our relationship to the next level. But she always politely declined my invitations. She said she was tempted, found me very attractive, but she wanted to remain faithful to her boyfriend.

I guess I had to respect that, but it was still painfully frustrating. Especially when she flaunted her beautiful body in front of me. (I was never sure if it was on purpose or not.) Her favorite outfit around the dorm was a T-shirt and panties. This is all she would wear most of the time when we were alone together. Her long legs and pretty feet were constantly bare, her full breasts always swaying freely under the T-shirt. Constantly strutting around half-naked, that perfect body on display, which I wasn't allowed to touch. It was torture.

Then there were the times she would masturbate in front of me. She wasn't blatant about it, hiding under the covers the whole time, and trying to keep her moans down to a minimum. But of course it was still highly erotic. I'd try my best to ignore her, but it never worked. I'd soak my panties in minutes, and soon be forced into a discreet masturbatory session of my own.

Then one evening I was sitting at my desk, trying hard to study, but Lisa was sitting on her bed, painting her toenails. There was no way I could concentrate.

I have a thing for attractive, feminine feet, and Lisa's were as lovely as the rest of her was. I fell in love with her feet the moment I first laid eyes on them. She was tall, so they were a little on the big side -- size 10 -- but as far as I was concerned, that only made them more attractive. Her feet were long and slender, with a deep arch, and long, straight toes. (Actually very similar to my own size 9 feet, which might be why I admired them so much.)

I watched her carefully paint one toenail, then blow on it a minute, before moving on to paint the next nail. Suddenly, I was inspired. If I couldn't make love to Lisa, maybe I could do something almost as good.

Heat flared between my legs as I watched her finish painting her toenails. A soft pink color. A shade probably very similar to that of another part of her body. I felt a trickle of wetness between my legs, to go along with the growing heat.

When the polish was dry enough for her to stand up and put the bottle away, I felt it was time. "Lisa?"

"Yes?" she asked, climbing back onto her bed. She leaned her back against the headboard, and stretched out her long legs, making a wide V shape. I got a clear view of her panties, the clean, white fabric tightly covering her crotch. It dimpled slightly in the middle. My heart skipped a beat.

"You ready for another sex question?" I asked.

She laughed. "Of course, Sue. You know I'm always ready to talk about sex."

I nodded. "Good." I stood up, moved to the foot of her bed, and sat with my back against the wall. The bottom of Lisa's pretty feet were mere inches from my bare leg. (I had adopted her habit of wearing panties and T-shirt to relax in.)

I ran my fingertip up the middle of her sole. She squirmed, but didn't flinch. "Have you ever had a foot massage?" I asked finally.

Lisa shrugged. "Yes, a lot of 'em. But that really isn't a sex question. My sisters and I used to trade foot massages all the time."

This statement was actually a huge turn-on for me. I am an only child, and I've always been envious of the closeness between sisters. I occasionally like to imagine just how intimate that closeness gets sometimes.

"You're right," I said. "I guess what I really meant to ask was if you've had, like, an EROTIC foot massage. From your boyfriend maybe? A foot massage so arousing that it almost made you come all by itself."

Lisa looked doubtful. "Hmmmmm ... maybe. I'm not sure."

I shook my head. "No, if you did have one, you'd remember it. Trust me."

"Oh. Well, I guess I didn't then." Her attention was naturally drawn to her feet, and she suddenly wiggled her cute little toes. My body trembled at the sight, but I tried to hide it. She looked up at me. "Why do you ask? Have you had one?"

"Oh yes," I said, "dozens of them in fact. They're INCREDIBLE ... And, um, I've given a lot of them, too."

"Really?" Lisa asked, and I saw a twinkle of interest in her eyes. "Practically have an orgasm? Just from someone touching your feet?"

I smiled broadly. "Oh, yes. The feet and toes are very sensitive. Probably one of the most overlooked erogenous zones."

"Really?" Lisa said again, looking thoughtful.

I nodded. "I can't believe you've never had one before. If you want, maybe I could ... um ... give you a demonstration."

Lisa didn't say anything, she just looked at me with a small smile on her full lips. She wasn't stupid. She probably knew I was going to get some sexual gratification out of the deal. In fact she might have been thinking that this was my way of trying to seduce her. Which really wasn't part of the plan, but deep down I guess I was hoping it would happen.

"It wouldn't have to be a FULL demonstration," I added when she didn't respond. "I could like, just show you the highlights."

Suddenly Lisa broke out in a huge grin. She reached out with her foot and brushed my thigh with her toes, sending shivers up and down my spine. "No, Sue, I think I'd like the full treatment."

I had to restrain myself from shouting in joy.

"Goooood," I said, turning around to face her. "You won't regret it."

I sat in front of her, also stretching my legs into a V. I took one of her feet and cradled it in both of my palms. I wrapped my fingers around the top of her foot, and pressed the balls of my thumbs into the center of her sole. I started off with what I figured was close to a traditional massage, rubbing my thumbs in tight circles over the bottom of her foot, including the instep, carefully working all the tight muscles. I took my time, spending minutes in one place before moving on. Lisa moaned appreciatively, closing her eyes, and letting all her muscles relax.

After rubbing with my thumbs, I began using lighter strokes with the tips of my fingers, first on her sole and the ball of her foot, then her instep, heel, ankle, and all along the top of her foot. Lisa's breathing began to get quicker, and her fingers started to fidget restlessly.

I always save the toes for last, because they're my favorite part of something already wonderful. It's like having dessert after a good meal. One at a time, I caressed the whole length of each toe with my thumb and forefinger. Then I brushed the very tips of her toes with my fingers. For the final touch I caressed the sensitive patch of skin between each toe with the tip of my pinky finger.

Finished, I set that foot aside and picked up her other one. As I started in with my thumbs on her other foot, Lisa was cooing in pleasure. Her fingers continued to twitch, despite being folded tightly together on her belly.

I had been exaggerating when I said they almost made you come, but my "erotic foot massage" was definitely having a profound effect on Lisa. She was enjoying it thoroughly. It made me think she would be open to another suggestion.

"While we're on the subject," I said (even though neither of us had said a word for over half an hour), "have you ever had your toes sucked?"

Lisa's eyes popped open, and she looked at me with surprise. "What?"

I shrugged. "You heard me. I ask because oral stimulation is kind of an extension of the 'full treatment' ... if you want."

I was making this shit up as I went along. Because of the attention I was paying to her foot, Lisa was unable to look surprised for long. She had already closed her eyes once more, and slumped back in the bed. "Well no," she said, "I haven't had my toes sucked. Why would I ever want to?"

I had expected this answer. Because of their size, Lisa considered her feet to be her one major flaw. She often tried to keep them hidden, especially around boyfriends. She couldn't have been more wrong, of course. If feet could be considered gorgeous, hers were.

I clucked my tongue. Never had her toes sucked? Poor girl. She had so much to learn. "Because it feels incredible, that's why."

"It does?" Lisa sounded skeptical.

"Yes, it does," I said. "I was right about the foot massage wasn't I?"

She didn't say anything for a long time. I had made it to the point where I was caressing her instep with the tips of my fingers. She moaned heavily and her body seemed to wriggle all over. "I take it you want to suck my toes?"

"Very much so," I whispered. My acute fondness for women's feet was one thing she and I had never talked about. It's just too hard to explain a foot fetish to people who don't have one.

Lisa broke out in a big, excited grin. She almost looked intoxicated. "Well, by all means, have a ball."

Again, I had to suppress joyful cheers. I almost shouted.

Before I started with any oral, I first had to finish with the massage. Thankfully I was almost done, having reached the part where I fondle her toes.

As I did this, Lisa's fidgeting became more obvious, and slowly spread out all over her body. She was clearly enjoying herself, but she was also holding something back. It occurred to me she really WAS close to orgasm.

"Lisa," I said softly, "if you feel like playing with yourself, go ahead. It's all part of the fun."

She opened her eyes and looked at me. Relief was written all over her features, and her body instantly stopped fidgeting. She gave me a silent "thank you," and almost immediately her hand darted to the front of her panties. She pressed her fingers to her crotch, and I could see the delicate contours of her labia through the thin fabric.

Up until then I had been feeling horny, but I kept it under control. I just sort of coasted on my buzz of arousal. But seeing Lisa touch herself put and end to that comfort. Suddenly, my head was swimming. I felt my nipples grow hot and painfully erect, my genitals started tingling, and dampening my panties.

I had to focus my attention back on Lisa's foot before I went insane. I hastily finished caressing her toes, and without pause, I lifted her foot to my mouth.

I licked a long, lingering stroke from the bottom of her heel, up the center of her sole, and over her middle toe. I brushed my lips and tongue over the ball of her foot, and then down along her instep. I licked and kissed my way back up the other side of her foot, and promptly popped her baby toe into my mouth. I sucked hard on the small nub (which always reminds me of a clit), and danced my tongue all around it. Lisa uttered something like a squeak, and her foot involuntarily jerked. But I held firm, and didn't let up for a second.

I continued onto the next toe in line, sucking and licking it, and then treated the next two toes the same way. When I reached her big toe, I sucked it first from the top -- at the same time teasing it with my tongue -- and then I tilted my head and sucked at it from the side as well.

Lisa was moaning loudly, and I couldn't resist taking a quick look at her. She had her whole hand down the front of her panties, and I could see her fingers moving under the fabric. Her body was undulating sensually as her other hand explored other areas of her body ... thighs, belly, breasts. When she slipped a finger into her mouth and started to suck it, I shuddered all over. I forced myself to look away before I burst.

I ran my tongue back and forth over the tips of her toes, slowly at first, but quicker with each pass. I pushed my tongue into each area between her toes, teasing it across the sensitive skin, seesawing it up and down. I sucked her three middle toes into my mouth, and flicked the tip of my tongue against the middle one.

Suddenly, Lisa's whole body spasmed, and she moaned deep and guttural. Then she cried out and began to shake all over. Her toes tried to curl in my mouth, but I playfully pushed back at them with my tongue.

"Oh ... my ... God!" Lisa cried. "Oh, Sue! Yes!" I love hearing my name called out during orgasm, and I felt a little thrill pass through me. I'd have to touch myself soon, or I would black out.

As she continued to climax, I released her foot, and picked up the other one. As before, I licked, sucked and kissed my way all over the bottom and sides, taking my time as I inched toward her toes.

Suddenly, I felt something press against my mons. A jolt of pleasure stabbed through me and I gasped loudly. I looked down. It was Lisa's other foot! Her heel was rubbing deliciously against the front of my panties, then her toes disappeared under my T-shirt and started stroking my bellybutton. I shuddered and moaned, nuzzling my face against her foot.

Lisa giggled in excitement, and her other foot started to caress lower. Her heel bumped against my clit and I cried out, loudly. "Shhhhh!" Lisa said, laughing.

Probably thinking better of touching my clit again, Lisa tried another tactic. She pushed her toes into the tight space between the mattress and my damp crotch, wiggling them to help slip them further under. That's all it took. I came thunderously. Spasms racked my body. I quickly soaked my panties, and Lisa's toes.

Unwilling to alert the entire building to what I was up to, I swallowed my screams of pleasure. I tried to keep my mind off shouting by focusing my attention Lisa's neglected toes.

Sucking away at her five little digits, Lisa watched me climax with a sparkle in her eyes. I returned her gaze, my eyes probably resembling something closer to fire.

I sucked hard at her baby toe, enveloping it with my tongue. She moaned softly and her hands started caressing her breasts. She quickly grew impatient with her T-shirt, and pulled it off, baring her beautiful breasts. Large are round, with nipples to match, and areolas probably twice the size of silver dollars.

Perhaps feeling she was getting more than she was giving, Lisa pulled her foot from beneath my crotch, and started to clumsily caress my breasts with it. It was surprisingly effective. But when I glanced down and saw my orgasmic fluid dripping from her toes, I couldn't resist. I abandoned her other foot, and snatched this one up. I greedily licked and sucked at her toes, relishing the taste of my own pussy.

Lisa's eyes grew wide when she saw this, and abruptly tugged the crotch of her panties aside -- giving me my first ever look at her pink -- and quickly slipped two fingers into her glistening cunt. She wiggled them inside of herself briefly, pulled them back out, and brought her saturated fingers to her mouth. She licked at her own love-honey tentatively at first, and then practically swallowed her fingers whole. Her other hand zipped down, to her exposed pussy, and she quickly reinserted two more fingers.

I closely watched as she masturbated with abandon, continuing to lick and suck her foot and toes. She was amazing. Pumping her fingers in and out of her wet snatch, thumbing her clit, biting on her fingers to keep from crying out too loudly.

So just as I was feeling fully recovered from my orgasm, Lisa had her second. She started flopping all over the bed, and ripped her foot right of my hands and mouth. I was really missing something all those times she played with herself under the covers.

Finally, she flopped back on the bed, and landed spread-eagle. Covered in sweat, her hair in a disarray, and still panting heavily, I thought she never looked sexier.

I gave her foot a good-bye smooch, and stood up. Then, before I could change my mind, I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Was it good for you, hon?" I said in a macho voice.

Lisa laughed huskily. "Beyond my wildest dreams."

Like I said, we never did actually become lovers, but Lisa and I did become passionate foot-sex partners. Which, as I also said, was almost as good. I already had more "regular" sex partners than I could handle (most of them women), but a reliable source to satisfy my foot fetish was valuable. It sounds kind of cheap when I say it like that, but it wasn't. I loved Lisa, and I think she loved me.

Unfortunately, I never saw her again after that year. Our homes were on opposite coasts, and long-distance relationships are hard to keep. We do keep in touch, mostly through Christmas cards (she married that boyfriend of hers and already has two kids), that always include a Polaroid of our feet.

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