True foot fetish story
I had been been having a problem with my computer that was simply beyond my ability to fix. It seemed that the entire system was running slow and, not being a PC whiz, had no idea what to do or who to call other than a computer service that might cost an arm and a leg for what probably was a simple fix. I was further embarassed to admit to anyone that I had this problem as my career requires that I work with on-board systems that are all computerized. Still, this does not mean that I know my home computer that well.
At local volunteer/non-profit organization that I belong to, a young lady by the name of Heather had always caught my attention as she was very attractive and outgoing. Working in the office, Heather always worked with computers and I hadn’t thought to approach her until we happened to bump into each other one evening at the building where the non-prof was housed. We had been in the small break room talking when the subject of tatoo’s came up. I had been considering getting a tatoo and told Heather about it when she mentioned that she had recently had a tatoo on her ankle. I noted that she was dressed very casually in a beige polo short, blue jeans that were a bit on the long side and covered her ankle, and a beige, Birkenstock kind of closed-toe slide. Now, I have never liked Birkenstocks and think they are just plain ugly. Little did I know what these concealed. At that moment, Heather slipped off her right shoe as she moved to show me her tatoo. I swallowed hard as I looked and saw that her feet were bare inside her shoes. More amazing, was the sight that I saw. Her right foot was perfectly and freshly pedicured in a sexy red polish. A silver toe ring adorned the second toe of her size seven feet. Heather rolled up her pant leg and showed me her tatoo, but all the while, my attention was on her amazing foot and perfect toes.
I commented awkwardly to her, “Oh boy, you even have your nails done!” I flushed at my own comment.
“I can’t wait for summer.” She replied as she slipped her shoe back on to my dissatisfaction.
The conversation returned to other things when I commented that I had to go home and try to figure out a problem with my computer. Heather, hearing this, offered advice on what to do to clean my hard drive and speed my computer back up byt freeing up disk space. I imagine my expression gave it away because Heather asked if I could handle the task, to which I laughed and admitted that I wasn’t sure. Being such a nice gal, Heather offered to stop by and fix it for me. I hesitated, not wanting to impose as it was early evening and I was certain she had plans. Heather assured me that it was OK and that she had no plans. So with that, she followed me home innocently, to fix my computer.
Arriving at my house, I showed Heather to my basement office and explained the problem. Heather said it should be easy to fix and began with the menu. As Heather was taking her own time to help me, I offered coffee or tea. Heather said tea would be great and I went upstairs to make a pot while she worked on my system. About fifteen minutes later, I returned with a tray of tea and goodies to share. As I approached my computer and looked over Heather’s shoulder, I nearly dropped the tray when I saw that Heather had my history menu open. The list was long and was headlined by many foot fetish site visits and picture downloads. Heather looked at me with a serious expression and arched her eyebrows:
“I defragmented your disk and that should speed things up for you.” She paused, “and you should be able to download your pictures a bit faster.”
“Thanks.” I replied weakly, setting down the tray.
“You should consider getting a cable modem.” Heather advised me. “It will allow you to download some of the videos from your favorite sites and the larger files you have downloaded will be almost instant.” An uncomfortable silence followed.
“Thanks for your help, Heather.” I said.
“No problem.” She answered. “You know I did have to look at your files to finish this, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Let me ask you.” She said as she shifted towards me. “What was the thing you liked best about my tatoo? Do you think it was OK to get a cartoon like that?”
“Sure,” I replied, sitting on the sofa next to my computer table. “It was cute.”
“You really think so?” She asked.
“Absolutley.” I replied again.
Heather crossed her right leg over her left as she rolled the tall chair she sat in closer to me. “You didn’t see my tatoo, did you?”
“You showed it to me at the building earlier.” I protested.
“OK then. What was it of?” She asked.
I was frozen with anxiety. I couldn’t answer as I had spent the time looking at her foot earlier. I had no reply.
“I knew it!” She said as she smacked her thigh. “I saw all your views for those foot fetish sites. I know you have a thing for feet, don’t you? Come on. Admit it!”
I was caught. “Look, Heather…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry, I hope it doesn’t offend you but that stuff is personal and I didn’t think you’d see it.”
Heather laughed as she rolled close to me, now looking down at me from the stool.
“So. You find a girls feet sexy, huh?”
I nodded.
“I know why you made that comment about my feet now.” Heather said in a singing voice, her right foot now bouncing up and down. “You want to see my foot again, don’t you?”
Again I nodded. With that she reached down and slipped her foot out of her shoe, flexing her perfect toes for me to see as she dropped her shoe on the floor. I felt my loins swell and knew that it was obvious in my sweat pants. She looked down and smiled.
“I know what you look at and see that you really have a fetish for footjobs.” She said to the point.
Heather leaned forward and I felt her right foot press onto my hardness, toes starting to wiggle on me.
“Oh, God!” I moaned.
“Take it out!” She commended. I complied as I pulled the front of my sweats down to reveal my swollen member.
“Wow!” She said. “I guess my feet really do turn you on.”
Her bare foot was now free to touch my naked C*#K. I watched as she lowered her foot again, this time feeling her skin against mine as she looked into my eyes and began wiggling her toes on my shaft. Her eyes bored deep into mine and I looked into hers. I then looked down to see those sexy red toes, now bathed in my own pre-cum, sliding about on my shaft, bringing me to the edge of climax.
“Is this what you see on the internet?” She asked. “Is this what you dream of feeling?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
Her toes wiggled faster as she said, “You should have said something to me. See, I have a thing for my own feet also and I know about men who like feet. I LOVE to do this.”
Hearing that, I tensed, about to release a load on her peds.
“Let’s get this one out of the way for now, but I want you to let me do this properly again, OK? It’s our secret.” She said.
As she finished, I closed my eyes and exploded as her sexy and soft toes worked magic on my C*#K, milking me for every last drop of fluid in my loins. I didn’t know it, but I had found a lady who was going to fulfill many fantasy’s yet to come. Heather withdrew her foot after a few minutes and slipped into her shoes. Walking out, she said she needed to stop by again the next day to finish my computer. As she left, she looked back and told me to check my e-mail later as she had something she was sending me. As I later discovered, it was something to behold!
Story written by IFlyFA18s