I am a 25 year old lesbian. I have known I was a lesbian scince I was 15, and this story takes place when I was 18. I have always had a foot fetish. I can't really remember when it started.

My cousin is one of the prettiest women I have known. She is a year older than me, and this story takes place during a week she was staying at my house. I had wanted to see my cousin's feet for a long time, but she was always wearing shoes, so I never got the chance. One day, she walked through the kitchen wearing sandals, and I didn't notice until she was leaving. I caught a quick glimpse of her heel, and decided tonight I would see her feet, no matter what.

For this "mission" I required two things: A flashlight (I was planning to do this while she was asleep) and the key to my room (where she was staying, while I was stuck in the guest room). I sat in the guest room until 12:30 at night. I grabbed my flashlight and key, turned off the lights, and left the guest room. I crept up the stairs, silently, and tip-toed to the end of the hall, where my room was. I grabbed the knob on the door, and slowly twisted it. It was unlocked! I had kept quiet. So far, so good.

I entered the room, and locked the door behind me (I don't remember why). kneeled by the foot of the bed, and turned on my lashlight. I then lifted the covers over her feet. They were PERFECT! They were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen! At this point, I couldn't help my self. I leaned forward, and smelled her feet. They smelled good too, with a salty aroma. I then lightly touched her feet with my finger tips. They were very smooth. I kissed her feet, very lightly.

At this point I was practically out of control. I couldn't help myself, and I'll never forget what happended. I licked her right sole. It tasted so good!. I licked it again. I continued licking it, until her whole right sole was covered in saliva, then started her left sole.

"Linda, what are you doing?" My cousin asked in a whispered cry.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!" I said, and grabbed a kleenex to wipe her feet off. I sat there apologizing to my cousin until her feet were clean. "I don't know what came over me!" I said.

"Turn the flashlight off!" she said. I did as she asked, and put the covers back over her feet.

"Please don't tell my parents! Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" I asked.

"Is the door locked?" She asked me.

"Yes." I replied back nervously.

"Get into bed. We'll talk things over in the morning." She said matter of factly.

I won't go into the rest of the story, due to the fact it had little to do with feet. In the morning, it turns out my cousin wasn't mad. She was just startled and even a little turned on. She decided not to punish me. Throughout the rest of the week, she let me lick her feet as much as I wanted. I couldn't have been happier.