Sophie and David – Part 1: In The
Club
Published on Monday, March 20, 2009
The author says, "I'd love to hear what people think of
the story, let me know at footlover1983@googlemail.com."
The music was blaring; the usual ear-splitting volume
where whispers were lost in an instant. Beautiful brunette Sophie waved
to her friends from the vast dance floor. She danced alone, lost in the
moment with one of her favourite songs, blissfully unaware of her
friends beckoning her over to join them for yet another drink.
She smiled as another of her favourite tracks began playing, glanced
over to her laughing friends and debated whether to give the dance
floor a break for a while. She made eye contact with her friend Lucy
who immediately pointed as discreetly as her drunken state would allow
to the other side of the dance floor. Without looking, Sophie knew that
her friend had spotted a 'fit' man and would want her to dance on over
to him.
She tried peeking through the gaps in the many bodies jumping and
dancing around her but couldn’t make out who her friend had seen. She
looked down to the floor and continued to dance; hundreds of dancing
feet filled her vision. Looking straight down she could see her
beautiful size fours; the tops of her feet and bare pretty toes visible
through the gaps in her much-loved gorgeous red high-heels.
Sophie knew that she had beautiful feet and she wasn’t afraid of
showing them off. Wherever she was, she was always secretly proud of
being the one with the nicest feet. She loved her smooth skin, high
arches, perfectly proportioned toes and flawlessly painted nail polish.
Her eyes darted between all the legs, trying to catch glimpses of other
women's feet. In just the small space around her she could see many.
Some were covered completely while others had just a toe or two poking
out. Several were clad in open-toed shoes like hers and there were even
some completely bare feet on display. Sophie looked back at her
own; her favourite dark purple polish and silver toe ring shined back
at her and she smiled in the knowledge that hers were by far the most
attractive.
Earlier in the day, Sophie and her friends had visited the local 'Hair
and Nails' salon; an outing that often proceeded their ‘girls night’
out. Her friends were quite obsessed with their usual treatment of a
manicure and having their hair done; many of them even refusing to go
out without first making sure their hands and hair looked absolutely
perfect.
Sophie had always been a bit different. She’d often arrive at the salon
later than the others; her hair and hands already looking perfect from
her money-saving home treatments. There was one treatment, however,
that Sophie had every time she went – a pedicure. A few of her friends
had the occasional foot treatment, but none of them understood Sophie’s
obvious fixation with having her feet done each and every time they
went out.
She kept very few secrets from her friends but her real reason for
keeping her feet so perfect was definitely one of them; she knew that
they’d never understand. The truth was that Sophie adored the power
that her feet gave her over a certain type of man – a man with a foot
fetish.
Ever since her last boyfriend admitted to having a thing for feet, she
was hooked. She would make her feet look gorgeous just for him.
She’d make her soles and heels smooth, paint her toes perfectly and
wear beautiful toe rings. She’d sit with him on the sofa to watch TV
and slowly move her bare feet around on the coffee table in front,
tensing and un-tensing her toes occasionally. She’d grin as she’d catch
him staring; his eyes fixed on her beautifully high arches and flexing
toes and his mind clearly not focussed on the programme they’d been
watching. He’d become restless as an obvious bulge appeared in his
trousers.
She’d get great pleasure from receiving surprise presents of sexy new
shoes and enjoyed endless foot massages whenever she desired. She loved
that he enjoyed a part of her body as much as he did.
Mid-massage she’d raise a bare foot from his lap to his face and
holding her foot with both hands he’d place soft kisses from her heel
to her toes, on the tops of her feet and her ankles – not an inch of
her dainty feet would be left out. Sometimes he’d stop kissing as he
got to her arches and open his mouth. She loved the moment that his wet
tongue started slowly stroking the soft skin of her soles and would
watch him licking; his eyes and mind so absorbed with enjoying what he
was being allowed to do. They would both be lost in the moment; nothing
else in the world mattered.
She adored the feeling of being worshipped and watching him enjoying
himself this much really turned her on. With one hand to her lips she’d
lightly suck on the ends of her fingers while she watched him and as
she felt herself starting to get wet her other hand would move its way
down to between her legs. Making sure he could see what she was doing,
she’d loosen her skirt, slide her hand under her knickers and begin to
pleasure herself.
He’d move her foot lower so he could see her painted toenails and one
by one he’d kiss and then lick each of her toes. With the other foot
starting to massage his crotch his eyelids would droop as he
concentrated on the pure pleasure he was experiencing. She’d playfully
grab his nose with her toes then let go and wiggle them right in front
of his eyes.
More forcibly than before, he’d grab her foot, lower his head and wrap
his lips around her big toe. As he sucked she’d let out a moan of
ecstasy; a combination of the blissful pleasure her own fingers were
giving her and the wonderful feeling of his tongue and lips on her toes.
During their time together, Sophie and her boyfriend explored his
fetish further and together they found new and exciting ways of
pleasuring each other. Sophie especially liked the control that her
feet gave her over her man as she began to realise that the combination
of having gorgeous feet and a boyfriend like hers meant that she’d
often get whatever it was she desired.
Since the break-up with her boyfriend a year ago Sophie hadn’t had
another relationship. She’d had a few one night stands, some great sex
and some very memorable times but nothing like she’d had with her
boyfriend. As much as she’d tried to use her feet in her recent sexual
encounters, it was obvious that none of the men she’d slept with were
interested. She desperately missed the look on her boyfriend’s face
when he used to take her socks off, her ability to seduce him with just
her freshly painted toes and she longed for regular foot massages again.
Sophie slowed her dancing and began to make her way off the dance
floor. She checked out all the men dancing around her and wondered if
any of them had a thing for feet. She hoped that somewhere in the club
was the right man for her; a good looking, nice guy up for a great time
who’d appreciate her beautiful feet as much as her boyfriend used to.
As Sophie walked towards her friends, she realized that her group of
four had become two.
“Where’s Jo?”
She said to Lucy as she sat down.
“She pulled,”
Lucy replied. “Left
with some guy about five minutes ago.”
“And Gemma?”
Asked Sophie. “Has
she left as well?”
“Over there,”
replied her other friend Kate as she pointed to the other side of the
room where her friend was sitting on a guy's lap laughing.
For the next half and hour, Sophie, Lucy and Kate drank and chatted,
all of them starting to feel somewhat inebriated. It was getting late
and the night wasn’t far off coming to an end. All three girls pointed
out ‘fit’ men to each other; agreeing that there were definitely some
good looking guys.
Still checking men out, Sophie decided to see if her feet would get her
some special attention. Under the table, she crossed her legs and let
one of her shoes dangle on the ends of her toes, exposing more of her
bare foot. While chatting she occasionally swapped her legs over and
did the same with the other shoe.
As a girl she didn’t know pulled up a chair and started chatting to
Kate, Lucy received a text message and Sophie found herself free to
look around the room again. A few tables away she spotted a very
attractive guy sat facing her with a group of what looked like his
friends around him - a tall, strong, toned man with short blonde hair.
She briefly made eye contact with him, and then watched as he clearly
checked her out.
She was sure that he’d looked at her feet for longer than the average
man would. She turned and smiled to herself in the hope that he’d
spotted her deliberate foot show while she’d been chatting. As Kate got
up and walked to the bar, Sophie began talking to Lucy again. She
couldn’t help but take the occasional glance over at the guy who she
was now convinced had been looking at her feet. She decided to try and
catch him out. Once again she dangled a shoe from her toes. With one
hand under the table she purposely let one of her shoes fall to the
floor then rubbed her foot and realigned her toe ring for a few seconds.
While keeping her head facing her friend, she took a sneaky look across
the room to find him obviously gazing at her bare foot. Lost in her own
thoughts and no longer properly listening to her friend, she smiled to
herself in excitement. Had she found herself a good looking single guy
with a foot fetish?
Desperate not to miss her chance she put her shoe back on, picked up
her bag and her drink, and excused herself from the table.
He looked up from his conversation and noticing her walking towards him
he made eye contact once again.
“Hi,” she
said, crouching next to his chair. She held out a hand and introduced
herself. “I’m
Sophie,” she said with a smile.
Turning to face her, he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you
Sophie”
He answered back, “I’m
David.”
“I’ve just been
sitting with my friend over there,” she said as she pointed to
Lucy who was totally engrossed in her mobile phone once again. “And I wondered if
there was something under our table that my friend and I should know
about.” She paused for a second and smiled. “It’s just… I couldn’t
help noticing that you kept looking over.”
Feeling a rush of embarrassment, his eyes began looking everywhere but
at hers. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“You weren’t
staring at my feet by any chance were you?” She said feigning a
confused look.
“Umm…” he
mumbled, looking even more embarrassed than before.
“It’s ok,”
she said, purposely interrupting the awkward silence, “I don’t mind you
looking. I know I’ve got beautiful feet.”
Still looking embarrassed, and now taken aback by what she just said,
David just smiled back at her. She put one hand on his face and leant
towards his ear to whisper.
“I’ll let you onto
a little secret. That dangling of my shoe under the table, and that
little rub I gave my foot – that was just for you.”
“Really?”
David said breaking his silence. “But why?”
“Because I saw you
looking… and because I’ve been looking for a man like you for a while
now.”
Shocked, surprised, and already getting turned on, David couldn’t quite
believe what was happening to him.
“Like me?”
He replied, pretending not to know what she was talking about.
Noticing that his mates had left them alone, she pulled back the chair
next to him and sat down.
“Don’t deny it,”
she said as she gave him a cheeky grin and leant in towards his ear
again. “I bet I
know a few things you’d like to do to my feet.”
They made eye contact again, and Sophie noticed his obvious excitement.
Still looking a little uncomfortable, he smiled and bit his bottom lip.
He didn’t want to ruin the moment by saying the wrong thing. He was
still unable to believe his luck.
She leant in again, but this time towards his mouth and their lips met
as she instigated a kiss. David put one hand on her face, shut his
eyes, and enjoyed the moment. With their tongues now touching, Sophie
slipped off one of her shoes, shut her eyes too, and lightly rubbed one
of his ankles with her now bare foot.
Enjoying the moment, she put a hand on the back of his head and ran her
fingers through his hair as they sustained their kiss. A few seconds
later she briefly opened her eyes as she felt him start to fidget in
his seat. She could see that he was discreetly trying to rearrange
himself to hide his obvious hard on.
“You’re a very
good kisser,” she said as their lips parted and she removed her
foot from his leg.
“So are you,”
he replied with a smile.
She stuck out her still naked foot from under the table, and slowly
moved it around to show it at different angles.
“So you like my
feet then, huh?” She was determined for him to confess his
little secret.
“I do. They’re
beautiful,” he said still looking slightly embarrassed. He
watched her tease, then quickly turned to face her; suddenly aware that
he’d been gawping.
“Thank you. I am
glad you think so.” She looked and admired her own foot for a
few seconds, then smiled to herself before slipping her shoe back on
under the table. Conscious of how shy he’d been, and sensing his
obvious reluctance to talk about her feet she decided to pose a
question.
“Can I ask you
something?” She inquired with interest. She leaned in towards
him so as not to be overheard. “Have you ever told a
girl about your fetish?”
“My what?!”
He replied with a shocked look on his face.
“You know - your
thing for girl’s feet,” she said realising his distaste for the
word.
“It’s not the
nicest word is it?! My ex-boyfriend thought that too. But that’s what
you’ve got y’know. You find women’s feet attractive. You want to
massage them, kiss them, lick them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
She paused. Then with a suggestive smile she added, “I think it’s sexy.”
David had been turned on by women’s feet for as long as he could
remember, but other than secretly enjoying giving the odd foot massage,
he’d always been too nervous to take it any further. He’d certainly
never told a girl the truth about his little fixation.
Still unable to believe his luck, and eager not to put her off, he
wondered if admitting that his lack of any real fetish experience would
be for the best. “I’ve
never told anyone,” he said, deciding to come clean. “You’re the first
person to know.”
“I doubt that very
much,” she said with a smirk. “You might have never
told anyone, but if you’ve stared at others like you did at me tonight,
then some girls would have definitely noticed.”
“Do you really
think so?” He asked, genuinely shocked and feeling a little
self-conscious. Sophie just smiled and nodded.
“Did you say that
your ex-boyfriend had a…”
“Yes,” she
purposely interrupted “And when my feet were tired and aching from lots
of dancing like tonight, he’d give them an amazing massage for me”.
She quickly slipped off both her shoes and put her feet where he could
see them. They immediately caught his attention as he watched her
wiggle her cute toes. She put both elbows on the table, grabbed his
hands and looked into his eyes. “How do you fancy doing
the same for me tonight?”
He couldn’t believe what she’d just asked. Was he finally going to get
a chance to do more than just massage a girl’s feet? “Yes please,” he
said as he nodded, feeling a little anxious, but also turned on and
very excited.
Startling them both, and disrupting their moment of intimacy, the bell
for last orders rang. As the rush for the bar started and countless
people around them began to leave their seats, Sophie looked through
the crowd to where she’d been sitting previously, but Lucy was nowhere
to be seen.
David turned to face the exit as his group of his friends shouted over
to him. “You
coming mate?!” One of them bellowed in his direction.
Before he had a chance to respond, she held his hand tighter, pointedly
looked down at her feet, and wiggled her pretty toes. Then she looked
up at David suggestively.
Without looking back at his mates, he called back, “I’ll catch up with you
tomorrow.”
The author says, "I'd love to hear what people think of
the story, let me know at footlover1983@googlemail.com."
To read the next part of this story, click "Sophie
and David – Part 2: Back at Sophie’s."
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