My Stolen Sandals

Published on Thursday, January 6, 2011
This story was submitted by Didi.

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Editor's note: This story was mostly published "as is."

This story, like my previous stories, is completely true. Only this time I wasn’t really as involved as I usually like to be in my foot adventures or foot themed fun.

If you don’t know who I am, I have written in to greatfeet.com with stories about many of my foot fun adventures. My first story was “A Challenge to Make a Guy Cum with My Feet.” If you read that story, you will be able to follow the links to my other more recent stories including the 3-part story of how I became a foot-slut.

The relevance of my first story to this new story is it features the same pair of sandals, below is a picture of my feet proudly wearing these Sandals:

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A friend bought these thong sandals for me as a birthday present back in 2003, so I have had them a long time (or as the case is now – had them a long time). I love these thongs, they are so comfortable and with me being a foot slut and love showing my feet off, as you can see from the photo, they do show about 95% of my feet! If you read my story “A Challenge to Make a Guy Cum with My Feet” you will know how they have had a prominent influence on some of my foot adventures. In that story I gave Walt a very unusual footjob whilst wearing them. I have also given my long time foot friend VL quite a few footjobs whilst wearing them too.

They were obviously well made (leather insoles, outer soles and straps) and probably quite expensive, because even though they had had loads of wear and been in contact with some strange substances (cum if you haven’t guessed), they have never been repaired. I do own many pairs of sandals so they probably only got used about 20 times a year in recent years, but that is still impressive (or was as the case now is).

Here’s another shot of me wearing them:

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So, to the title of the story, and you have probably already guessed, someone stole my sandals. I know it’s partially my fault that they have gone, but still, stealing is stealing.

I live in Australia and it is summer here at the moment (not that winter stops me from wearing thongs!). Last weekend, which was the long weekend for New Year, my friend Fiona and I went camping not too far from where we live, just a couple of hours away. Fiona’s boyfriend works away on a mine site for two out of every three weeks, so I was glad to go away with her and keep her company. We arrived on the Friday afternoon (New Years Eve) and set up our small tent together. It was quite a busy campsite and later in the evening we found ourselves mingling with various people in the camp kitchen area. By the time midnight had arrived we were in the company of about 15 people, mixed male and female, all in their twenties and thirties. We had a great time talking with these new friends and decided to meet up again the following night.

We got back to our tent and as is usually the case when camping and especially in a small tent, you tend to leave your shoes outside. I wasn’t worried about the fate of my sandals as I’d left many pairs outside tents over the years and nothing untoward had ever happened. Fiona too left her thongs outside and they were expensive and quite new Birkenstocks.

I got up first on the Saturday morning and decided to head for the showers before they got too busy. I instinctively went to slide my feet into my thongs, but realising they were tie up style, I sat down on the floor to put them on properly. That’s when I saw a small note sticking out from under the left one. I pulled it out and it simply said “YOU HAVE GORGEOUS FEET” written in bold letters. At first I thought it was Fiona messing around, then I noticed something on (or should I say in) my right sandal. I have given enough sandal clad footjobs over the years to recognise semi-dry cum stains. In fact virtually the whole of the insole of my right thong sandal was covered in the stuff. I quickly looked around the packed campsite to see if anyone was watching me trying to gauge my reaction, but there was nobody around as far as I could tell.

I lifted the sandal up to my nose and sniffed, yes it was definitely cum. “So, I’ve got a foot fetish admirer” I thought to myself. I looked over at Fiona’s sandals and they were untouched. Now Fiona has pretty feet too, she is a bit quirky though and wears some weird and wonderful nail varnish colours. She had green nail varnish on last weekend and I had worn red. “He’s a traditionalist foot guy then, or maybe it was the sandals that made the difference, or maybe he just prefers my feet to Fiona’s” I thought.

Here’s a shot of me wearing them with red nail varnish:

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Without attempting to remove the semi-dry cum I slipped my right sandal on and tied the straps around my ankle. As I stood up I could feel that his cum wasn’t completely dry, but it was cool against my skin (I actually enjoyed the sensation). As I walked to the showers I realised that the culprit must have been one of the guys sitting around the camp kitchen with us the previous night. The thing is, I never saw anyone paying particular attention to my feet, and being the type of foot-girl I am, I would normally notice if my feet were being admired.

So I showered and cleaned off my sandal. When I got back to the tent Fiona was heading out to get a shower herself. While she was gone I thought about whether I should tell her about what happened to my sandals or not. I decided not to. I didn’t think she’d want me hooking up with guys on this trip. She was after all in a stable relationship and it wasn’t my intention on this trip to be trying to find a man, I was here as her friend and we were not there to look for men. After breakfast, we headed out for the day and visited a few of the local sights. That evening we went back over to the camp kitchen and met up with some of the same people as the night before.

Here’s another view showing just how revealing these thongs are:

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As the evening wore on, I carefully studied the guys we were sat with to see if any of them were checking my feet out. Frustratingly, I never caught any of them in the act. I began to wonder if it was someone else on the campsite, maybe even one of the site staff. I couldn’t think of anyone who I’d been in close enough proximity to who would have had the opportunity to admire my feet so much without giving away their secret. When we got back to the tent that night I left my sandals outside again and lay awake for a while wondering if my ‘night visitor’ would strike again.

I woke up in the middle of the night thinking that I’d heard someone outside the tent. I quickly got up and quietly unzipped the tent. I looked around but couldn’t see anyone, but I looked to the spot where my sandals had been and the right one was missing. My new foot admirer had obviously taken it away to have his way with it. I went back to sleep wondering if it would be back by the time I woke again in the morning. I was intrigued and excited by this new event.

I was the first awake again on the Sunday morning and quietly left the tent so as not to disturb Fiona. My sandals were back together again as a pair. This time his cum looked much fresher and was spread over the insole of the right thong. I looked around again and as with the previous day, I couldn’t see anyone watching me. I sat down and lifted the thong up to my face and took a deep sniff of his cum, it smelt so strong. I couldn’t resist poking my tongue out and having a quick taste - it was sharp but not unpleasant. I suddenly got all excited and before I could control myself I’d taken a big full lick of this cold gooey cum. It may have been a disgusting thing to do, but it tasted good and I am after all a cum-slut!

Once I’d regained my composure I slipped this still cum marked sandal onto my right foot and tied up the straps. I could feel the wet sensation of cum under my sole. As I picked up the left thong, I noticed another note (folded on bigger paper this time) that had been left under it. This time the message was more comprehensive:

YOUR SANDALS TASTE AMAZING. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW NICE YOUR FEET WOULD TASTE. I’D LOVE TO SUCK YOUR TOES.

YOU SHOULD MODEL YOUR GORGEOUS FEET.

I’M HONOURED THAT YOUR LEFT FOOT HAS TOUCHED MY CUM.

I HOPE THAT TODAY YOUR RIGHT FOOT WILL TOO.

I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR FEET.

As before the note was written in bold lettering. I looked around again and realised that he must have seen me sniff my left sandal the day before and put it on anyway. That meant he was probably watching again and he’d probably just seen me lick his cum. I slipped on the left sandal and got to my feet and decided to have a quick scout around. I walked around the tents close to ours and there were no signs of life, it appeared that everyone was still asleep. This guy was driving me crazy.

I went for my shower and cleaned off my sandal as I had with the other one the day before. Fiona and I spent the day around the campsite reading and using the pool.

When I was in the pool, I kept a close eye on my sandals next to the sun recliner and even though there were guys around the pool from the night before, not one of them paid any attention to my sandals. Whoever it was, he was good at not revealing himself.

That night as we ate around the camp kitchen again, I was determined to flush out my new foot-guy. I did as much shoe play as I could - I crossed my legs repeatedly and flapped my foot around vigorously, repeating throughout the evening with both feet. Whichever foot was on the floor as I flapped the other one, I scrunched and flexed my toes simulating giving a slow footjob with my toes. The problem was my actions had now drawn the attention of at least three of the guys. I think I was so over the top, especially with my toe scrunches that even a none-foot fetishist would find it exciting. At one point as I crossed my legs, I pulled my right foot close to me and slipped my thumb repeatedly under my foot and around my toes, simulating a footjob. I think by then every guy there had at some point watched my strange behaviour. This was obviously not the way to flush out my secret admirer, but he if he had seen my actions, he would almost be uncontrollably horny.

At the end of the night Fiona and I said our goodbyes to everyone, making it clear that we were leaving the following morning. As we kissed each guy on the cheek, I tried to catch one of them sneaking a glance at my feet. Predictably not one of them revealed himself. Back at the tent I debated with myself whether I should leave my sandals out again. What would the outcome be if I did? I decided that I wanted to find out anyway, so I left them out again.

Just like the previous night I woke at about 3am after hearing a noise outside the tent. I quickly got up and unzipped the tent, this time I wanted to catch the culprit, but alas just as the night before he was out of sight and so was my left sandal. Laying there by itself was my right sandal, only this time there was already cum on it, lots of cum! I reached out and touched it with the tip of my finger and it was still quite warm. He must have cum on it right outside our tent.

This guy was sneaky and yet brazen, he was making me really excited. I decided that if he was still watching, I’d give him a sight to remember. I stood up and holding my sandal in front of my face, I tipped it towards my mouth and poked out my tongue to catch his warm fresh cum as it ran off my sandal. Being taller than the tent I slowly spun around doing almost a pirouette as I slurped his cum, knowing if he was still watching, he’d be able to see me. His cum tasted really nice, so I licked up the rest from my sandal, put it back down next to the tent and went back inside to sleep.

I lay there thinking that by the time I woke in the morning, the chances were that my left sandal would be back with yet more of his cum. I fell asleep feeling quite excited and pleased. I was to be disappointed.

I woke early again before Fiona. I felt excited to see if I had yet another cum surprise outside. I quietly got up and peaked out of the tent expecting see my sandals reunited and possibly another note. I was shocked to find that my sandals were nowhere to be seen, the right one was now missing too. The place where they should have been was empty except for a small rock with a note sticking out from under it. I pulled out the note, unfolded it and before I could read it I saw a $50 note tucked inside the folds. The note written in bold again, said the following:

I’M SO SORRY THAT I HAVEN’T RETURNED YOUR BEAUTIFUL SANDALS.

I WANTED TO, BUT KNOWING I WOULD NEVER SEE YOU OR THEM AGAIN, I DECIDED TO KEEP THEM AS A LASTING MEMORY OF YOU AND YOUR GORGEOUS FEET.

PLEASE TAKE THE $50 AND BUY SOME NEW ONES.

WHAT YOU DID WITH YOUR FEET LAST NIGHT AT THE CAMP KITCHEN WILL REMAIN IN MY MIND FOREVER, IT WAS THE SINGLE SEXIEST SIGHT I’VE EVER SEEN.

I ALSO SAW YOU DRINK MY CUM EARLIER THIS MORNING, IT WAS THIS ACT THAT MADE MY MIND UP THAT I HAD TO KEEP A PART OF YOU.

YOU, YOUR FEET AND YOUR SANDALS ARE SO UNBELIEVEABLY SEXY. YOU MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE. I HOPE YOU LIKED MY CUM?

SORRY AGAIN – MR FOOTSUCKER.

So, not only did he not return my sandals, he tried to buy me off with Money. I stood up and looked around, there was nobody in sight. Now I was annoyed. His note had given away that he was one of the guys from around the camp kitchen table. I thought about tracking them all down and trying to reveal the thief, but I couldn’t exactly go knocking on every tent at the campsite trying to find him. He had obviously been watching me each morning as I found his little presents, but it didn’t mean he was in a tent close to our one, he may have been hiding behind one of the many trees around the place. I can’t believe he calls himself Mr Footsucker, more like Mr Sandal Licker!

I went for my shower and when I got back, Fiona was awake. I told her that someone had stolen my sandals, but I didn’t give her any more information. She suggested it could have been one of the crows or magpies that seemed to hang around the campsite. I knew better, but I still told her it was a possibility. We had breakfast and then packed up the tent and our gear and loaded up my car. I would have to drive home barefoot. As we were packing I looked around to see if anyone was paying special attention to us, but nobody was. I suspect that Mr Footsucker wouldn’t have been able to show his face.

I dropped Fiona home and when I got back to my place I called my sister Amy to tell her all about my sandals and the thief who now had them. Amy was sympathetic, but she also found it all quite amusing, especially his assumed name – Mr Footsucker! She did volunteer to help me choose a new pair of sandals with the $50 however.

Being into the foot scene as I am and knowing a number of foot fetish guys, I’m not really shocked about what happened. I’m just a bit annoyed and disappointed.

So if my new admirer (I shall call him Mr Sandal Thief, not Mr Footsucker!) happens to be a visitor to greatfeet.com and reads this story - So you can see what you missed out on, here are a few footjob pictures for you:

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All you had to do was reveal yourself and I would have willingly given you a footjob whilst wearing these sandals. I even liked the taste of your cum and would have been happy to taste some more. I was very excited by your actions until the theft of my sandals, they meant a lot to me and I will miss them. I will use your $50 to buy some new thongs, but any new ones won’t replace the memories of my ‘all action’ gladiator thongs. I hope you enjoy my sandals and they give you as much fun as they gave me. If you are reading this Mr Sandal Thief / Mr Sandal Licker / Mr Sandal Soaker / Mr Tasty Cum / Mr Shy Cock / Mr Footsucker / whatever you want to call yourself, I hope you have the guts to make contact with me via email to properly apologise and maybe even arrange to return my sandals to me. I’m also intrigued to at least see some pictures of the cock that left all that tasty cum for me! You really do have tasty cum!

So there you go guys, and here’s the moral of the story - if you ever manage to have some fun with a stranger’s sandals, and it is probably quite common for this sort of thing to happen, please put them back when you are done, it’s not nice to steal and you might even get more than you bargained for if you reveal yourself, my sandal thief certainly would have.