This is a true story that occurred about 5 years ago. I was living in an apartment complex in the Pittsburgh area at the time. In the late spring, this girl moved into an apartment across the courtyard from me, not the prettiest girl in the world, but cute. She worked at a company that must have given her a flex time schedule because, that summer, she was lying out sunning herself almost every nice day when I would get home from work, around 6pm, from my job as an EMT. All of the mail boxes for the complex were located on her side of the courtyard, so conveniently, I would walk over every day after work to pick up my mail. I' usually say high or something, make up something stupid to say, just so I could get close enough to look at her legs, and especially her feet. God her feet were spectacular. She had the most amazing high arches and the sweetest looking little toes I had ever seen. The tops of her feet were a beautiful golden brown from all the sunbathing, but the soles were so creamy and soft looking. Ah, the memories. Well, as hard as it was, I tried not to let on how much I liked her feet. I mean, most of the girls I had dated had been a little weirded out by how much I was into feet, so I tried to conceal it. But Lisa caught on. One day, out of the blue, she raised her foot up to nearly eye level with me and asked if I liked her nail polish. I gulped and nodded, at a loss for words. Was it possible this girl, this girl with the perfect feet, liked the fact I was into her toes? I hurried away, totally flustered, pretending to flip through my mail. A couple days later, after I had convinced myself it was all in my head, I walked by again and said hi. Lisa said she wanted to ask me a question so of course I said "Sure!" Anything to get me closer to those feet! She asked "A guy at the office today told me I have cute toes, what do you think?" and lifted them back up to my eye level again. Feeling a little braver now I told her I thought she had very pretty feet. She smiled, twirled a strand of her blonde hair and thanked me. Then she asked me what I did for a living. I told her I was an EMT and she said "I thought you were something like that" and that was it. She had this funny look on her face, like she was considering saying more or something, then just said she'd see me around. Now I thought to myself "That was damned strange" and went back to my own apartment. Unfortunately then, I did not see Lisa again for well over a week. We had one of our hazy and humid stretches where it thunderstorms nearly everyday, and there was no sun for her to lay out.

Finally a nice day. I could not tell you how much I had been looking forward to sunny skies and sexy toes. I was getting aroused just thinking about it as I pulled into the lot. Smiling and whistling to myself I rounded the corner, heading straight for the mailbox, just knowing Lisa would be there. In the time since I had seen her I had convinced myself she was enjoying our little foot game as much as I was. My heart sank like a stone when I saw she wasn't laying out. Well, maybe she had to work late but no, no her car was parked right where it always was. What the hell? Had I made the whole thing up in my head? Was she not as into this as I was? I was so disappointed I almost missed the voice calling my name. "Mike? It's me Lisa. Over here at the window. Can you come here a sec?" Of course I could and did. Lisa's window was open about half way and I could see she was wearing a T-shirt, not a bikini top. "I've been waiting for you to get home," she said. "I was jogging and, um, twisted my ankle. Could you come up and look at it?" You bet I could! "I'll be right there I yelled over my shoulder as I sprinted towards my truck to get my medical bag. I always keep one in my on car, you never know when you'll pass an accident on the road. I flew back to her building, taking the steps in two's. I knew she lived in apartment 225, I had checked out her mailbox more than once. "It's open" she called when I knocked. I pushed open the door and walked in. She was wearing the aforementioned T-shirt, knotted into a halter top, and a really sweet pair of spandex shorts. Her hair was pulled up and held with a lacy green band that really highlighted her eyes beautifully. She was all smiles as she hopped to her couch and plopped down. "Thank you so much," she said as I moved over to her. "I really appreciate this. It's so nice to know someone that knows medical stuff." I nodded, glancing at her sneakers and socks. So many times I had fantasized about undressing her feet, taking in the sweet smell, lovingly caressing her soft milky soles. Now it was going to happen! "Which one is it?" I asked sitting down at the end of the couch. She didn't speak, just lifted her right foot onto my lap and closed her eyes. Oh so tenderly I unlaced her shoe and eased it gently off her foot. The arousal was instant as I took in the sensual fragrance. Her sock was still a little moist from her run, and it only added to the turn on. Carefully I peeled her sock down, carefully not to jar that precious foot in any way. I was blown away at the sight of that foot. I had appreciated Lisa's feet before, looking at them from a few feet away, but this was too much, having her gorgeous foot right there in my lap, in my hands. "Uh, this might hurt a little," I warned her as I began to examine her ankle. "I get the feeling I'm in good hands. You're being very gentle with me," she said with a seductive smile. I noticed at that point she didn't seem to really be in much pain. I gingerly ran my finger tips over her entire ankle and foot, not missing an inch. Her magnificent arch, her delicious toes, the delicate bones of her ankle. Her sole was so velvety soft, her skin so warm and tender. She gasped once when i stroked her arch lightly, and I thought I had hurt her, but she immediately smiled and shook her head. "It didn't hurt, it felt very nice." Her ankle didn't seem to hurt at all, there was no swelling, in fact, her foot looked perfect. "It doesn't look too bad," I said. "Maybe you have a slight sprain." She countered "Yeah, I think it's just a little sprain. It feels much better with you holding it like this." I offered to make her an ice pack, but she declined. "I'd really just like for you to hold it on your lap like this," she insisted. "Maybe you can massage it for me?" Did I ever. She reclined in bliss while I massaged that perfect foot, stroking her sole, flexing her toes, rotating her ankle.

After an hour of massaging, Lisa got a devilish look in her eyes. By now I knew there was nothing wrong with her ankle, it had just been her way of getting me into her apartment and playing with her foot. And I was loving it. She said "It's starting to throb again. Maybe you should wrap it up in one of those bandage things." Ah, this was almost like a bondage thing now, my erection was huge. As I fished through my bag for an ACE wrap, I heard the sound no foot guy could ever mistake; the thud of a shoe hitting the floor and a sock being pulled off. Sure enough, when I looked up having found the wrap, both feet were bare. And spectacular. I tell you truthfully, I have searched every corner of the web and have seen some exquisite feet, but none quite as nice as Lisa's. It only took me a second to wrap her ankle, and she was loving it, rolling her head from side to side, moaning ever so softly. She was rubbing my hip with her "good" foot, the aroma intensified by her newly removed shoe and sock. I felt like I was going to blow at any second. I raised her bandaged foot to my lips and lightly kissed her toes, "To make it better I told her." She gave me a look of lust that nearly melted me. "Oh, it's going to need a lot more that ." I was too far gone to control myself now. Still holding her foot near my mouth I plunged her toes into my mouth, savoring the sweet taste, lapping my tongue all the way around each toe. She began to moan a little louder now, her back arching. She pushed her other barefoot inside my shirt and massaged my chest with it. The feel of her so soft sole heightening my pleasure. "Take off your pants," she barked in between groans, and I did as told, regretting even the few seconds i had to remove her toes from my mouth. When I sat back down she raised her unbandaged foot to my mouth and starting rubbing my cock with the one she had "sprained." I frantically licked her arch and sucked on the tender flesh of her heel. Next up was more toe sucking, and these ones tasted even better, having been in the shoe longer. She continued to stroke my manhood with the silky toes of her "sore" foot while I sucked all five of the toes on her other foot until finally I came in an explosively intense orgasm, the hardest I have ever had, even unto this day. Lisa lovingly wiped up my mess with her still bare foot and massaged it into her own sole. "Helps keep them soft," she smiled. After a brief rest she said "You should probably go now" and I nodded. "But I think you might have been wrong about my ankle. I think it might be sprained pretty badly. How about you come over and doctor it every night until it feels better, okay?" I nodded, smiling stupidly. At that point I would have agreed to anything she asked. You know, it was funny about that ankle of hers. It bothered her for over a year off and on, but I sure did my best to take care of it. Right up until a week before she got married. I don't know what ever became of Lisa. After she married some rich jerk that probably treated her like shit, she disappeared from my life. She did call once to apologize for losing touch with me, but said her ankle was much better, but that her husband didn't know anything about taking care of it. I knew what that meant. I like to believe she misses me, I sure do her. I kept thinking that maybe one day she'll call again. If you're out there Lisa, my number is the same. Sometimes those "sprained ankles" can be tricky and can crop back up when you least expect it, especially if you're recently divorced. Maybe you'll find another guy. If we're all lucky he'll be a foot guy and put you on your own page. God knows your feet are more than worthy. Where ever you are I wish you love and happiness, and a guy that knows how to take care of a "sprain." I just want to thank you for a really great time. It was the best year of my life.