Class of 2000
(Posted on Thursday, October 5, 2000)
This story was submitted by Foot_Slave697@hotmail.com.

Finished with high school at last! This was the summer of a new life. Being a foot fetishist, I would see to this! After graduating, the first three weeks of July are dedicated numerous parties. I was not much of a partier, but being that it was the senior class and we were all going away, I made sure that I was around for them. Most of the parties I attended were pool parties. Bare in mind that I was still a closet foot fetishist, so a lot of the girls had no idea as to how good they really looked in those bathing suits!

I went to a party hosted by a friend of mine on the second weekend of July. It was a Saturday. It was hot, but not humid, so it was beautiful out. I got to the party at around 3 p.m. After what seemed to be hours of novelty conversation with what I now consider acquaintances, I hit the back deck (poolside) at 4:30 p.m.

Before me was a large full-size underground pool with a hot tub and all the girls I had grown up with. I jumped in the pool and quickly found myself swallowed in this small sea of girls and foot fetish bliss! After so many years of growing up with these girls, I knew which ones I should try to pursue and who not to bother with. What happened to me over the course of the evening would have taken anyone by surprise!

After a significant amount of time in the water and flirting, I got out and dried off. I went in the house, sat on the couch with some friends, and watched TV for a little while. At about 5:45 p.m., a girl by the name of Ashley entered the room. She had just arrived. “I didn’t know that this was a pool party!” She said.

I guess the fact that I was in the living only wearing a bathing suit gave it away, not to mention everyone there was generally pretty wet. Ashley was not dressed for a pool party. She had just gotten off of work. She worked as a host for a local restaurant. She was wearing a white button down shirt with black pants, white socks and Doc Martin’s. Ashley was a very attractive girl, standing 5'6" with a shoe size of 6. That’s always my favorite!

Ashley and I had an odd past being that I had asked her out in the 7th grade and she rejected me. We never really knew each other. Ashley was pushing 19 and kind of held herself over everyone for that. Everyone was starting to get dinner that was being served off the barbeque. Ashley sat down in the chair across from me. “Hungry?” I asked her.

“No way, I just got off work, I ate there.” She remarked.

“Ok, well I’ll be back in a minute.” I said getting up. I got some food and returned to the living room. Ashley wasn’t there. I went to the front porch and sat in one of the big comfy wicker chairs. The front porch was nice. It was peaceful and in a way separated from the party. I sat down and began to eat.

The screen door opened. It was Ashley. “There you are!” She said.

“Here I am? There you are!”  I said back to her.

She sat down with me in the serenity of the front yard. We chatted very lightly. She slid off both shoes and both rotating her ankles a little bit up in the air.  Pure seduction! I stopped chewing as I watched her sexy little socked feet gyrate from the ankles.

“Are you ok?”  I heard her say. I looked up and she was just looking me like I was blushing. “Are you blushing?” She said. Great, I was blushing. “I’m sorry. Do my feet smell?” Ashley asked.

“No, they’re nice. It’s ok.” What did I just say?  Did I just tell her that they’re nice?

“They’re nice? What do you mean?” She asked, turning more towards me.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” I muttered.

She just giggled with no particular remark. “So it doesn’t matter to you if I do this then?” She rested her socked foot on my knee just wiggling it around.

“Uhh nope. I uh, I don’t care.”  I stuttered.

“This doesn’t bother you either then.” She began running her toes up and down my thigh.

I put my hand on her foot, stopping the movement. “Stop.” I said to her.

She put her feet back in her shoes and grabbed her keys. “I’m going for ride. Care to join me?” She asked.

“Uhh, well sure.” I figured that this could get good. I had nothing to lose in this situation. By this point, everyone reading this must be questioning why I don’t just tell her and have the time of my life. Well, this was a real life situation and I was very shy about admitting it no matter how open the situation seemed to be.

So we get in her car. She begins to drive. “Where are we going?” I asked.

“To your house.” She responded.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“I’m gonna ask your parents if you like feet. They should know. You are their son.” She said cutely.

“No, no, no. We're not going to my house. What would make you think that I like feet anyway?” I asked.

“Well you almost choked on your food when I took my shoes off. It’s kind of obvious.” She said.

I was cold. I was numb. I didn’t know what to say. “Ok, pull over.” I said. The car worked it’s way to the side of the road. “Ok, fine. You wanna know the truth? Yes. Yes, I do like feet ok? Are you happy?  I said it.”

She just sat back laughed. “I knew it. I just knew it.” Here’s where things got really uncomfortable for me.

“So, footboy, you were trying steal glances of my feet then huh?” She said, turning in her seat facing more towards me once again.

“Well, yeah.  I guess so.” I stuttered.

“So do you like my feet?” She asked in a really girlish toying manner.

“Uhhhh well, ummmmm I ummmm well ummm yeah, I do.” I stammered, crashing words into words and feelings flying in the air. I felt right then as if I was going to explode into flames.

She maneuvered her feet on to my lap. “So what do you do in situations like this then?” She asked me. “I don’t really know. I have never been in this situation.” There were sweat drops forming on my forehead.

“Well why don’t you start by taking off my shoes.” She smiled. I began to pull her laces loose and slid her shoes off. “Do I need to direct you any further, dear?” She asked.

“No, I don’t think that you do.” I slid my fingers inside of her right sock and peeled it right off. I repeated this action with the left sock as well. I lifted her feet to my face and began kissing her feet. I didn’t understand why she was letting me do this after all of these years. Maybe she would have, providing then that she knew that I was a foot fetishist.

My tongue swirled in circles around her high arches. My skin tingled as I listened to her sweet and innocent ticklish laughter. Starting with the big toes, I individually caressed each toe with my tongue and then zig-zagged my tongue back and forth aacross her soles, back down to her heels. I could feel my bulge growing larger and stronger.

She dropped one curious foot down to my crotch to find out how much I was enjoying this. “Open your pants.” She told me. I obeyed and unzipped my pants. “Now lay back.” I put my seat into recline. I could feel her soft delicate toes maneuvering my cock into an upward position. The feeling of her arches wrapping around my cock and oscillating up and down was heavenly. I did not want it to end. It was truly the most amazing feeling that I had ever known.

And then, but of course with my luck, we were interrupted. Ashley and I both saw red lights swirling inside our car. A cop had pulled over behind us. We scrambled faster than ever to get ourselves together. The cop just wanted to see if anything was wrong because was had pulled off to the side of the road. No tickets or anything. We went back to the party just to not seem obvious, but boy oh boy, was that a crazy summer for me and Ashley!

I am always open to responses and comments. E-mail me at Foot_Slave697@hotmail.com. Even if you wanna hear more stories of me and my Ashley ventures! Thanks for reading!