So since I've written my last story, "The Girls in Gym Class", my mind has been working overtime trying to recall all of my awesome moments in my foot fetishism history. I could probably write a book. But since I'm not into writing books tonight, I'll briefly talk about the girl who I still think about every night.

Her name is Monica. She's a petite 5'3" and no more than 120 lbs. Her delicious size 6 has made me stand straight up for almost 10 years. I met her when her family moved next door back in 1989. Her family was the party type and her mom was always going out late at night leaving the girls home. Monica and Tracey were left home all night to fend for themselves. Monica was 22 and Tracey was 18.

During the summer months, Monica liked to get a lot of sun so she'd volunteer to cut the grass. Well you can imagine who was her best fan as she was cutting the grass. She always wore her size 6 Keds with no socks while she cut grass. During this particular summer, we got a lot of rain and Monica was cutting grass almost 2 times a week. So these Keds were getting the ultimate workout.

After she would cut the grass, she would kick off her shoes and go inside. She always left her hot and moist Keds sitting on the concrete on the patio. I used to stare at those shoes for hours at a time wondering what they smelled like and, oh my God, how they would taste.

One night she was finishing up around 9 p.m. right as the sun was setting. She kicked her Keds off in their usual storage place and off to take a shower she went. Around midnight, her mom took off to the local bar and Monica and Tracey were left at home. Not too long after her mom was gone, Monica and Tracey would sneak out and be gone for hours at a time. After they left, I put on my boxers and ran over to the cement patio to get my prized possessions.

My dick was aching hard as I thought about spending "quality" time with her Keds. As I picked up her right Ked, I noticed that they were extremely sweaty and Monica's sweet aroma about knocked me onto Cloud 9. I grabbed the left shoe and took off towards my house. I felt like I was high on drugs. My heart was pounding and it seemed like an eternity back to my room. As I took my boxers off, I raised her left shoe to my nose and inhaled as deep as I possibly could. All I could imagine was her petite size 6 in my face. I ran my tongue into the toe of her shoe as far as I could and tasted her sweaty juice. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I could feel my vein under my dick protruding through my foreskin as my cum was ready to wash these shoes. I kept inhaling deeper and licking as hard as I could tasting every minute that her petite princess feet were in those Keds. As I was ready to blow at any moment, I took her other shoe and gushed a hot solid blast into the toe of her shoe. I knew that it would be a few days before she'd use the shoes again, so I wasn't worried about her noticing my jizz days later. (She wouldn't know what it was anyway)

After I finished worshiping those tasty insoles. I rushed back over to their house to return her sexually abused Keds. I noticed that the side door was left open. It was a screened sliding door and was not locked. I knew no one was home so as my adrenalin said, "GO IN!" My hands took control and slid the door open. Just as a precaution, I yelled, "Is anyone home? Hello!" That was to make sure the house was empty. I'm not sure what I would have said if someone had answered. Probably some lame question, like "My phone is dead, can I use yours?" Of course that late at night, you wouldn't really expect anyone to be coming over to use the phone.

So as my heart was pounding hard, and something else hard, I went through the house looking for some bedrooms. The first room I came across was Tracey's. Her room was very tempting, but I was seaching for Monica's bedroom. So I continued down the hall and came to Monica's room. Oh my God! This girl loved shoes. And they were all REALLY worn! She had 2 "wicker-type" baskets with her shoes tossed in them over in the corner of her room. There were bow-shoes, patent-leathers, sandals, heels, slippers, and even a few worn pairs of socks she used to walk in the house. She wore lots of tights with her shoes so they had a nice salty taste and smell to them.

I grabbed the pair that looked like they were worn the most. Since I knew that Monica and Tracey would be gone for a while, I just stayed in her room and enjoyed her shoes. Some of the insoles in her heels were loose and I pulled them out to examine the toe area. Of course they were branded with the soft imprints her luscious toes had made. I ran my tongue along the toe area and felt the toe imprints. My mouth was watering so much that I drooled while they were close to my mouth.

I licked up all of the juice and savored every minute. In a way, it seemed like and eternity and in another way, the time flew! With my dick ready to explode, I grabbed one of her heels and fired yet another sticky blast into one of her shoes. You know, it's amazing how many times I came into her shoes. But if that was her I was pumping, I would have probably been out for the count a long time ago. It's amazing how somthing totally takes you over.

So as I made sure to touch, smell and lick all 40 some pairs of shoes, I made note to which ones needed more attention another time. These heels that she wore all the time drove me totally off. She was only 22 and looked fare younger than that. God, I was lucky to live next door. The summers were so hot and humid. The days I'd see her in school with no socks or stockings on made me lose my mind. I couldn't wait to get home and try to get near her. I had to find a way to get to those toes and soles.

So I left her shoes in the baskets and headed down the hall to go gome. Her sister, Tracey was so cute and adorable. I often wondered what her feet looked like. I could only imagine that she had feet like her sister's. I knew morally that I shouldn't do this at age 18, but at this point what was I worried about morals for?

I entered Tracey's room and tried to find her shoes. She wasn't into a lot of shoes like her sister, but I did find something I wanted to check out. Tracey was into ballet and her ballet shoes were laying under her desk in her room. I knew that ballet practice and performances must've made her sweat so I brought the shoes to my face and inhaled. These things I could've sworn were made by the Hershey Company. They tasted so good. They weren't as salty as Monica's shoes but they had a real sweet taste to them. Her little size 5 feet definately wore out those ballet shoes. And the toe imprints were so defined. I fantasized about actually having Tracey's feet before me. I rubbed my dick raw in her other shoe and I swear my dick was raw to the point of bleeding. I didn't care. I had just enough cum left in my dick to spew out a little line of jizz into her shoe.

As I did, I heard a car pull up out front and could hear loud music playing. The girls had come home quicker than I thought they would. They had gotten a ride home. As I peeked out the curtains, I saw them walking toward the house. I sprinted to the back of the house and literally jumped off the deck onto the grass. As I heard them go in the door, I jumped the little 4 foot fence that separated the two properties and hid in my backyard. I waited long enough for them to get inside and get settled in and then went around the house back to my front door to go to bed. I went into my house and fell fast asleep from exhaustion.

There is so much more about Monica and Tracey that I need to tell, so watch out for "Monica & Tracey... continued." Most of you won't believe but 10 years later, today, Monica knows about my fetish of her feet and shoes. I was at her house only a few hours ago. She is now married and filing for a divorce. Damn, those toes tasted good tonight. In the upcoming stories, I'll share with you the 10 years leading up to our "weird relationship." Tracey sure did blossom to a princess herself!!