Surprising Foot Fun At The Library

Published on Monday, December 5, 2011
This story was submitted by Didi.

To read this author's 1st story, click A Challenge To Make A Guy Cum With My Feet.

Feel free to submit your comments about this story in our free foot fetish chat forum.
You can also see photo contributions from Didi here in this topic of our chat forum.

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

First of all I’d like to say a big hello to all of my fans. I’ve had so many requests for new foot fetish stories since I published my last one back in January – My Stolen Sandals Part 3.

The main reason why I haven’t sent any stories in, is not because I haven’t been involved in any foot action, just that the action I’ve had has been quite tame (and with my usual guys – Blake, David, Walt and VL) and although I’ve given lots of footjobs over the last 10 months, none of them have been worth writing about (although I’m sure many of my fans would want me to anyway!).

If you don’t know who I am, I’m Didi Marika and I have written about many of my foot fetish adventures. As I’ve written these stories, I’ve sent them in to greatfeet.com to be enjoyed by you foot fetish guys. I’m sure you can follow the links that Bill will attach to this story.

So as you can probably guess from the title and the fact I’m writing again, is that I’ve been involved in some new and interesting foot action (also with a new guy).

It is now November and here in Australia we are getting close to summer. Where I live, we tend to get warmer weather earlier than most of the rest of the country. Over the past week or so we have had a few days over 30C (90F). Not that the weather stops me from wearing my sandals – I wear them pretty much all year round!

On Wednesday, it was hot and humid. My air conditioning at home needs a service and I generally won’t use it if it does. I didn’t have any work on that day and hoping to get it serviced, I called my usual maintenance guy. He couldn’t fit me in this week, so being the big reader that I am, I decided to go down to my local (air conditioned) Library and hang out for the afternoon in the cool environment.

As per most days, I was wearing thong sandals (as most of my fans would know, I wear little else!). As it isn’t really that far, I walked instead of drove, it only took my 20 minutes, but as it was hot and humid I could feel that I too was hot. My feet felt especially hot and sweaty in my sandals.

I love these sandals - I’ve had them for years (15 to be exact). They have been repaired countless times, but are as comfortable now as when they were new. Even by my own admission they do stink a bit, as you’d expect having been taken on holiday to many countries and having walked hundreds if not thousands of miles! Still, they are so comfortable I wear them quite often. Surprisingly they have (had) never been in contact with cum (well not as far as I knew, or before Wednesday!). I know VL licked them many times when we were together, but I never saw him, nor found evidence of him dumping a load of is cum in them. I can’t say the same for the identical pair my mum had, I caught VL cumming in them more than once! To read more about these sandals and my time with VL and his foot addiction, read my stories: “Didi – My Story – The history behind a foot slut”, which was in three parts.

Anyway, back to the library. When I arrived, it was quite busy, mainly with the students who use it, as it is the closest Library to the Technical College in our suburb. I think a lot of them had the same idea as me that day – go somewhere that has air conditioning and hide out in the cool during the hottest part of the day. I wandered around the fiction section looking for something light and easy to read for the next few hours. As I wandered, I noticed that all of the female students were wearing sandals.

In fact I thought I’d carry out an experiment – walk up and down all of the aisles and see if any of the girls were wearing anything other than sandals. So I spent the next few minutes walking around and found that I saw 17 different girls and all of them had sandals on. Out of the 17, 14 were wearing thong style sandals. ‘My kind of girls’ I thought!

Experiment over, I went back to choosing a book to read. That’s when I noticed a suspicious looking guy hanging around at the end of one of the aisles. I grabbed a book off the shelf and in between reading the summary on the back page, I kept glancing over to see what this guy was doing. He was pretending to read a book while at the same time he appeared to be taking pictures of a blonde girl just down the aisle from him. I looked closer and I could see his iphone pointing towards this girl’s feet. Yes he was taking pictures and he was taking them of her feet. I thought ‘How exciting, I could have some fun here’.

I glanced over again and he’d gone. So I decided to find him. I walked past the girl he had been snapping on his camera phone and noticed that she had some pretty gold thongs on and her nails were painted gold to match them (‘nice style girl’, I thought) As I walked around into the next aisle, there he was again, only this time he was crouched down looking at a book on the lower shelf, at the same time, his iphone was again pointed at the feet of one of the students. ‘Sneaky bastard’, I thought to myself. Paying closer attention, this brunette girl was wearing some plain ankle strap black thongs, but in contrast her nails were bright pink. I realised that if these girls all looked after their feet in this way, this place would be the perfect hangout for a foot fetish guy.

I continued my ‘foot detective’ pursuit of this guy. After a few seconds, he moved on further down the same aisle and this time he grabbed a book off the shelf and stood right next to another blonde girl, she had pink rubber flip flops on that looked more suitable for the beach, but her nails were painted red and looked very neat ( ‘a fresh pedicure’ I wondered). He held his phone under the book he was holding and I guessed he was taking pictures of this girl’s feet too.

On he went again, turning down the next aisle. I quickly and quietly followed him, as I rounded the corner, I saw he was now crouched down again. This time next to an older glamorous red headed lady who was probably in her fifties. Guess what? Yes she too had thong sandals on, very sexy thongs too, they were back with a stiletto heel, probably about 3 inches high. Her long toenails were a bronze / orange sort of colour and her feet looked big and plump. This time he stayed a lot longer, his phone was obscured by his book, but was so close to her feet, there wouldn’t have been any need to zoom! Without realising it, she was putting on a show for him, she kept going up on her tiptoes to reach the higher shelves, then as she lowered back down she was flexing her toes. Her little toe kept slipping off the edge of her sandal and touching the floor. She was so involved in her book search, that she didn’t appear to have noticed that there was a guy within touching distance of her taking pictures of her feet.

Suddenly, she turned and walked off towards the counter, obviously she’d found the book she wanted to borrow. My suspect was caught unawares and she was already talking to the Librarian at the counter by the time he sprung to his feet. He started walking after her, then hesitated. He was obviously torn about whether to follow her outside, or continue taking pics of the other sandal wearers inside the library. I thought I’d help him make up his mind. So I walked past him and stopped immediately the other side of him. Just as the older lady had done, I went up on my tiptoes and tried to reach a book on the top shelf.

I managed to reach a book and as I grabbed it, I saw my suspect looking at my feet. So, to make sure I had his attention, I turned my left foot towards him and started wiggling my toes. I glanced over at him and he had moved a little closer, his book was in front of his chest and I suspected his camera phone was taking pictures of my feet. I couldn’t see the phone due to it being obscured by the book, but he was concentrating on something as he looked down, which probably meant he was looking at the screen on his phone as he snapped my feet. I decided to give him a foot show even better than the red headed lady. I got up on my tiptoes again and returned the book to the shelf. I then used my right foot to lower the ankle strap on my left, before slipping my foot out of the sandal slightly. I glanced at him again and he was focused on my feet, so I started slipping my left foot in and out of the sandal.

After a few minutes of my foot show, I decided that was enough, so I slowly walked to the coffee table area to sit down and read one of the books I’d grabbed from the shelf. I sat down and looked back towards the book shelves. My suspect was watching me, but hadn’t followed. “That’s that then!” I thought to myself as I started reading the forward in the book. I looked over to where he’d been stood and he was no longer there. I got a bottle of water out of my bag and settled in to read the book I’d picked up –Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.

I was probably about 10 pages into the book, when I sensed someone was sitting down opposite me. I looked up and there he was - my suspect, the candid cameraman!

I was sitting with my legs crossed and my right foot was resting on the edge of the coffee table. He was holding his iphone in front of him and this time he didn’t have any book to obscure it. He was blatantly taking pictures of my foot.

I wondered just how long he’d been in the library and how many different feet he’d taken pictures of that day. In a way, I was proud that he’d come back to take more pictures of my feet. I decided to give him another show. I uncrossed my legs and placed both feet on the edge of the coffee table. I started flexing and wiggling my toes and rocking my feet on the edge of the table. I looked over at his face and he was focused on what his camera phone was doing, he didn’t even realise I was watching him. Using my right foot I slipped the ankle strap down on my left foot before slipping that foot out of the sandal. I deliberately dropped the sandal to the floor and then started scrunching my toes of my now naked left foot.

I looked over at his face and he was smiling, he was glancing from my feet and his phone. At no point did he look up at my face. Paying a bit more attention to him now, he looked to be in his early 20’s, quite tall, dark hair and athletic looking. He was wearing board shorts, a tee shirt and some running shoes.

I dropped my feet to the floor and scooped up my sandal by slipping my left foot loosely back into it. I then crossed my legs and started flapping this sandal over the coffee table. I looked over at him again and he was still pointing his phone at my foot. His other hand was now in the pocket of his shorts and as I looked closely I could see movement – he was wanking his cock to my foot right there in the Library. He was a sneaky naughty boy!

Memories of previous public foot encounters came back to me, like the time when Mike was wanking to my foot under the table at a barbeque (from my story ‘Barbeque Fun’), the under the table footjob I’d given to VL in the pub and then later the same day, the under the table footjob I’d given to Steve at the wedding reception (these featured in the story ‘Didi’ which I co-wrote with VL). On each of these past occasions, the common outcome was cum on my feet – and now I wanted this Library dwelling candid foot cameraman to cum on my feet. It was an urge I couldn’t resist.

‘But, what to do next?’ I thought, ‘Do I just confront him, or do I continue to toy with him?’

“Hey you” I whispered over to him. He looked up at my face for the first time. “I see you like my feet” I continued. He looked very sheepish, but didn’t say a word. “I’ve been watching you and your camera antics” I stated accusingly.

“Oh” he said, lowering his phone to his knee, his other hand still in the pocket of his shorts.

“Well, are you going to just sit there?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” he replied, “You’ve caught me in the act, I don’t know what to say”

“How do I handle this?” I asked him “Do I report you to the Library staff?”

“Please don’t do that, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, just please don’t report me” he replied, obviously worried that he’d get into serious trouble.

“Ok, well there is something you could do that will appease both of us” I said.

“What?” he said very quietly.

“Hand me your phone” I said sternly.

He obliged and handed it straight over. I began flicking through the pictures he’d taken, there were loads of them. I’d probably flicked passed 50 pictures before I got to the ones of the girl I’d first seen him taking pictures of. He had gotten some really good close ups of pretty much all of the feet he’d snapped. I then got to the feet of the glamorous older lady. There were about 10 pictures, then a short video of her feet as she was on her tiptoes. Then I flicked to my own unmistakable feet, there were about 20 pictures of my feet and also a short video of my feet as I slipped my foot in and out of the sandal in the aisle. I continued to flick through the pictures and there were shots of at least another five girls’ feet before I got to pictures of my feet again, this time at the coffee table. This time there were probably 50 pictures of my feet and then another video he’d filmed of my feet which started just prior to the point were I’d dropped my sandal to the floor.

“Do you know, you are supposed to ask permission before you take pictures of people, especially if you are shooting video?” I asked him

“I know, I’m sorry” he replied before “Can I have my phone back please?”

“I’m not sure I should hand it back to you, what if you start filming the feet in here again without asking permission?” I asked him.

“I won’t, I promise” he said almost pleading with me.

“Ok, I’ll give it back to you on the condition that you ask permission to continue filming” I said propositioning him.

“You mean?” he paused “Keep filming your feet?”

“Yes, if you ask me nicely” I laughed.

“Wow” he hesitated “Could I please film your feet?” he asked nervously.

“Yes you can, but you will have to do something for me if I’m to keep quiet about your activities” I said menacingly.

“Anything, I’ll do anything you want” he replied eagerly.

I handed his phone back to him and continued with my foot show. “Carry on” I said.

“Carry on?” he asked

“Yes you can carry on filming my feet and you can carry on playing with yourself” I said looking down at his crotch. Amazingly his hand was still in his pocket.

“I’m not sure I follow you” he replied.

“You see that’s the thing, I want you to carry on playing with yourself, because I want you to cum” I said winking at him

“Cum?” he asked, “I wasn’t planning to cum”

“Well you are now. You will continue to take pictures and film video of my feet. You will also continue to play with your cock in your shorts” I instructed him

“I don’t want to cum in my shorts” he replied sounding very nervous

“Oh, you won’t be cumming in your shorts” I replied looking down at my feet

“Ahh, you mean you want me to cum on your feet?” he asked, it had finally dawned on him.

“Yes, when you are ready to cum, I want you to come over here, sit on the edge of the coffee table and you are going to cover my feet with your cum” I demanded.

“What if someone sees us?” he asked nervously.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll keep an eye out behind you, there is a wall behind me, so it’s not like someone is going to see us from that direction” I said reassuringly.

“Ok, I suppose that will be ok” he replied still sounding very apprehensive.

He lifted his phone and started taking pictures of my feet again. I dropped my left sandal to the floor and placed both feet on the edge of the table again. I started rubbing the sole of my left foot over the top of my right foot. I looked down at his shorts and there was movement there again. He smiled nervously at me as he continued to film my feet.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting excited.

“Show me your cock” I whispered.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and pushed down the waistband of his shorts. His cock was very pink and although nothing spectacular, it looked quite thick and probably about 6 inches long.

“Keep it out now” I demanded.

He continued to film my feet and play with his cock, he used juts his thumb and forefinger to rub it.

“I’m getting close now” he said.

“Well get over here then” I said sternly “And keep your cock out, don’t put it away”

“What if someone sees me?” he asked

“I don’t care, just get over here and cum on my feet” I said, knowing full well that there was nobody anywhere near us.

He did as I’d asked and quickly moved around to my side of the coffee table. I dropped my feet to the floor to make room for him and He sat down on the edge. I lifted my right foot up first and placed it right on the edge of the table below his balls. I could feel his hot hairy balls rest on top of my toes. He was still taking pictures, only now he was trying to get my foot and his cock in the frame. His left hand was gently and slowly rubbing his cock.

“Would you mind?” I asked looking from my left foot on the floor and then to his cock.

He didn’t say anything, but he grasped what I wanted. He dropped his hand down to the coffee table so that his cock was now vulnerable and exposed. I slowly raised my left foot and using the tip of my big toenail, I gently scratched up his shaft to his cockhead. I then scrunched my toes and gripped his hot cockhead under them. He jumped slightly. I took the opportunity to have a quick look over his shoulders to make sure nobody was looking at us and safe that what we were doing was unnoticed, I stared rubbing the sole of my foot up and down his cock. Pre-cum oozed out of his cockhead and I felt the wet sensation under my toes. I slowed my rubbing and then I felt his cock start to throb.

I didn’t want him to start spraying cum everywhere, So I quickly lifted up my right foot and with the help of my left I forced his cock head under the toes of my right foot and into the sandal with me. Now I was using my full expertise to finish him off. I rubbed the tip of my left big toe over the top of his cock as I squeezed down on his cockhead with my right toes. He was moving his camera phone around to try and get all of the angles. The he came, lots of cum, it was pumping into my sandal, I squeezed down hard on his cockhead and pulled my foot back, as I released him, another spurt of his cum shot over the top of my right foot. Using my left foot, I kept rubbing his cock over the top of my right foot. He started to soften pretty quickly. I gently rubbed my left toes over his cock, collecting the last of his cum until his cock was flaccid.

I looked around and we were still safe from prying eyes. He pulled his shorts back up to hide his cock, but he continued to film my now cum covered feet. Amazingly his cum was only on my feet, I could feel the wet warm sensation under my right foot, but none had as yet leaked out. There was cum all over the top of my right foot and over the toes and sole of my left.

“Ok, you can go now” I said to him sternly.

“Sorry?” he asked

“Go, leave me alone, go home, I don’t care, just go” I said rather harshly to him.

He sheepishly put his camera phone away into his pocket and started walking away. He looked over his shoulder and said “Thank you, you’ve just made my dream come true”

“You are welcome” I replied, “Now go before we get into trouble”

“Will I see you again” he asked as he lingered.

“Probably” I said before looking back down to my book and carrying on reading. I looked up a few seconds later and he was gone.

Now, I just had to taste his cum. My left foot didn’t have much on it, so I just slipped it back into my sandal. My right foot was a different prospect however. It was covered in cum. I slipped off the sandal and brought it up to my face. His cum didn’t smell too strong. I poked out my tongue and licked his cum from one of the straps. It tasted really nice, so I licked the rest of it off the straps. I used my finger to scrape out as much of his cum from the insole as I could, before sucking my finger and licking it clean. Once I was satisfied that I’d got the worst of it off, I slipped my sandal back on and continued reading the book.

A couple of hours later, I was well into the book, but decided to head home. I stood up and even though a couple of hours had passed, I could still feel the damp sensation under my right foot. I checked the book out and walked home. I could see marks on my feet and sandals where his cum had dried out as I walked.

Who’d have thought, you could have so much fun at the Library?

I hadn’t even asked his name, nor he mine. Maybe next time!

Here’s another shot of my feet in these sandals. Love Didi

(Click the thumbnail below to open this picture in a separate window)