Becka's Feet
(Posted on Monday, November 26, 2001)
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This is my first post on this subject, but I wouldn't be posting this if I weren't as passionate about female extremities as most of you are. I grew up in a small town in Mississippi, with no more than 800 citizens, and there was only one high school in the entire county. When I was a freshmen I didn't have a driver's license, of course, so I rode the bus to and from school. That part of Mississippi wasn't exactly an urban area, so the school bus commute would some days take up to half an hour. I would usually find a seat toward the back, since my house was one of the last stops on the long route.

Becka, a sophomore who's parents couldn't afford to buy her a car, was also a regular passenger. Becka had shoulder-length brown hair, lively green eyes, and was always in a good mood. She was sort of a "tomboy" most would have said, but I couldn't deny my crush on her. I was just noticing my growing fascination with girl's feet at the time, and was rather disappointed at the fact that Becka mostly wore sneaker or boots. I would sit on my front porch waiting for the bus in the morning, secretly wishing Becka came to school wearing sandals, or even barefoot! My imagination ran wild, and about 2 months into the school year I could hardly stand seeing those same old Nike's on her feet.

Becka's brother, Andrew, and I had become pretty good friends and since he would make it a habit to sit behind his older sister, I would sit next to him, naturally. It was the beginning of October and my obsession with Becka had grown. I was much too shy to let her know I liked her, but we would talk casually about things like school and sports. One morning I got on the bus as usual, sat in my regular spot and reserved the seat next to me for Andrew. As the bus pulled up in front of Becka's house and she came walking down the isle in a dress with brown sandals on, I couldn't help but stare. She was absolutely gorgeous! I was so surprised - I was shocked. She sat down in front of me and the rest of the ride to school was just as usual.

When Becka got off the bus I could only manage to get a slight glimpse of her soles as she strode away. I couldn't think of nothing else all day. Finally the last bell rang and I took my usual seat on the bus. As Becka sat down she said, "God am I glad this day is over," blowing hair beautiful hair out of her face. She went on about how the sophomore class had their yearbook pictures taken that day and how much she wanted to get out of that dress. "And these darn shoes are killing my
feet," she complained and next thing I new she had rid herself of the sandals, placing her bare feet on the seat across from her.

My pulse quickened as I got a good look at her incredibly tender looking feet, I tried not to stare but I was powerless against my impulses. I watched as she wrinkled her soles and wiggled her beautifully proportioned toes back and forth all along sighing in relief. All I had imagined her feet to look like fell short of reality. "That's better... ahh" she moaned and my inner voice was in total agreement with her.

"Finally, there are her pretty feet, all naked, no sneakers, no socks, just her feet..." I thought.

The bus came alive with a loud roar and we were on our way home. I tried to get control of myself before anyone would notice my constant stare, and I finally managed to say: "Man, I'm glad were goin' home, too." and the simplicity of that statement made me calm down a bit.

"Yeah, I gotta soak my feet in some hot water or something, I can't believe how much those shoes hurt." Becka said. Just the thought of her soaking those precious feet in water, caressing them slowly, sent a quiver through me. I felt the front of my pants tighten as my erection grew. She said, "I sure could use a good rub. Hey Jim, why don't you rub my feet?" I could hear what she said, but I could not yet believe it, my brain had not registered it as valid. She leaned forward and said, "They don't stink, I promise."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded slowly, not realizing what she'd said. "Well, go sit in that seat right there," pointing at the empty seat across the isle, "OK?" Again I could only nod, and after a short pause I switched seats. My knees felt like w arm Jell-O and the front of my pants had a strong bulge in them, covered by my shirt. Becka placed her feet on each of my knees and I could only stare at them. "Go on, or don't you want to? You don't have to do, but it'd be nice" she said after a few moments.

"Oh yeah, of course, yeah I want to, yeah" I mumbled and touched her right foot softly. My heart went into overdrive as I ran my thumb along the sole of her foot. Every wrinkle, every inch of her soft sole made my heart pound harder. I looked up at her face and she smiled back at me encouraging me to go on. I grabbed her other foot and slowly caressed it in the same way, my breathing got heavier and I felt my penis start to pulsate. My face felt like it does after a terrible sunburn, like it was ablaze and all I could think about was trying to stay calm.

Her big toes bent forward sharply arching her feet into two beautiful crescents as she breathed, "That feels good, Jim."

I cupped my hand around the back of her heel of her right foot and ran my other hand down her sole, softly kneading the delicate muscles along her arch. I was out of this world. All that was going on around me was miles away. I continued to rub her feet as tenderly and as carefully as I possibly could when I looked up to see her still smiling. This encouraged me more so I began to let my hands wander along her foot to her toes, I squeezed every one of her desirable digits ever so lightly.

I had completely lost track of time and next thing I knew the bus came to a halt in front of Becka's house. She thanked me as she was getting up but it was I that was thankful. She didn't bother to put her shoes back on and casually walked to her front door barefoot. I could barely muster a "See ya later."

When I got home that day I was sure not to wash my hands, I ran straight to my room and masturbated with the feel of her feet still in very fresh in my mind.