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Heavenly Scent
Published on Sunday, August 31, 2014

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It was my senior year in high school. There was a girl in my class who was the hottest chic in the school. She was 5'8" with red hair. Her name was Joy. She didn't have the normal freckled complexion of your typical red head. No freckles at all the most creamy dark completed skin you've ever laid your eyes on. Extremely smooth, soft, dark, creamy skin. Her feet were amazing. A size 6.5 with perfect toes, arches, and soles. Her toes were plump and the perfect length. Sort of a cross between Heidi Klum and Arianna Grande feet. She wore knee high stocking a lot with mini skirts. The typical school girl look.

She knew her feet were sexy as well as the rest of her body and she was a major foot tease/foot flirt. She was always kicking off her heels and flats during class. She was also a cheerleader. Before every basketball game, during the Junior Varsity game she would sit on the stage behind the goal where the cheerleading squad would gather and have her entire outfit on but not her sneakers.

I can't count the number of times I witnessed guys doing the classic schoolboy tactic of stealing her shoes and playing keep away with them. She seemed to love it and almost invited it. I've lost hours of my life watching her dangle her flats and heels during the teacher's lecture. She always sat in the front of class. I can't count the number of times she would kick her shoes off and place her toes in her shoes and flash her soles in the sole pose position. I was fortunate enough to have English with her the last period of the day our Senior year.

When she wore stocking she always would take them off just before the tardy bell rang. You see we lived in South Florida so it was hot the last period of the day and she said that as much as she loved to wear stocking they made her feet hot and sweaty. You could observe the classroom grow silent during the stocking removal ritual. Guys loved it. Hell, I think that a few girls even loved watching those stockins come off. She knew what she was doing. I think more than for the guys in class she did it for the teacher who was a fresh out of college 24 year old English teacher. He was single and all the girls that had his class flirted with him. You could observe him consciously try not to watch Joy's stockings come off.

The best part about the stocking removal was the aroma that filled the classroom and this is the point of the story  I wanted to set it up best I could by giving a good description of Joy and the scenario. It was the next to last week of school in late May. Joy had on a pair of black stockings that stopped just above her knee. I sat 2 seats behind her and one row over to her left. I love feet myself and I especially loved the days Joy took her stockings off. She was looking more attractive than usual on this particular day.

The moment the stockings came off this sweet aroma would fill the room. It wasn't a cheesy feet scent as I've heard guys that enjoy the smell of feet describe the scent. No, Joy's scent was this perfect mixture of the sweat of a female foot, a helping of they way a girl's skin smells right after stepping out of a tanning bed, a dab and just a dab mind you of sharp cheddar cheese but again not a cheesy smell in itself,  a touch of locker room gym socks, a smidgen of panty hose/stocking feet, the perfect mixture of sweet smelling perfume, a dash of fingernail polish, a slight aroma of that fragrance which accompanies sex, and just a hint of a cast.

For those of you who enjoy the smell of feet then you most certainly enjoy the odor that is emitted from a cast. The sweat becomes entrapped within the cast and with no room for air to circulate the scent builds up and emits an odor. But it's a sweet smelling odor that you can't stop smelling once you get a taste of it. Especially if you have ever smelled the cast of a female that's on her arm or leg. But all those scents are the best way I can describe the scent of Joy's feet. It wasn't a scent that would knock you down I  disgust. In was wonderful! In fact I overheard several guys in my class throughout the course of the year talk about that scent.

Every time Joy would remove her stockings,  without fail, a comment from a heckler would shout, "I SMELL JOY'S FEET!!"

A hard on would accompany the removal of Joy's stockings. However, on this particular day the moment that fantastic aroma reached the scent glands in my nostril cavity, I achieved a boner like I had never experienced prior and haven't felt since. It was painful to the point of pleasure. Pulsating as though I was a 5th grader climbing the rope in gym class. It.was in fact a blue vein throbbed that grew with every scent molecule that reached my nose after being emitted from Joy's feet.

The scent itself is what made it not just an ordinary day of the Joy stocking removal ritual. But what followed after was the most unique experience of my brief adult life. As the scent of Joy's feet filled the classroom, an awkward silence took over. You could hear each young adult male inhale and exhale.. The teacher even went into a daze of observation as he threw any notion of his conservative attempts to not watch the sexy routine.

As the first stocking came off, Joy tossed it over her shoulder and said, "Well, see if this is what you smell."

The stocking flew right by me and although I wanted to reach for it, I froze in embarrassment. A girl caught and put the stocking to her face and took a breathe as if it were her last on earth. Joy then propped her leg which was now stocking free on her desk. That bare foot was the essence of sexy. The contrast in skin tone from the top of her foot to her arch and sole was amazing. Her foot was a dark, rich, creamy brown tan and her sole the most soft, natural, amazing shade of pink you've ever laid your eyes upon.

Two guys from the back got up and surrounded her desk and said, "We are taking these smelly shoes and tossing them out the Window."

And as though they were driven by some unforseen power they both placed Joy's black leather heels to their face and nose and gasped for air as though each high heel were in fact oxygen masks. The teacher excused himself from the classroom.

Next, one of the basketball players in class said, "Joy, give us a leg show."

So she placed her other leg which still had a nylon stocking on it upon my lap and directly on my cock and said, "Take this other stocking off."

As I removed it she tied it around my face like a bandanna. The intensity of actually having the source of that aroma which was filling the classroom and driving young adults to do things completely out of character, was too much to bare. I felt a dab of premature ejaculations squirt out as my boxers became slightly damp. Joy then laid on the teacher's desk with her torso flat in the desk her face toward the class and her legs kicked up behind her in the classic "Pose" position which all foot fetishes connoisseurs live to visualize.

The sight of seeing her in that sole pose combined with the aroma of that dry stocking wrapped around my face initiated an orgasm in my pants like I've never felt in my life. The feeling was so intense as I felt myself cum. It was short, lasting maybe only two seconds but felt as though it lasted for an entire minute. After that initial orgasm, my cock throbbed with pleasure and sensitivity.  I couldn't help but moan in pleasure and when I did Joy got up from the teacher's where she had been in "The Pose" and walked toward my desk.

She asked me, "Was that hot?"

I was incapable of replying. With each beat of my heart, my blue vein throbbing cock pulsate with pleasure. It literally felt as though an imaginary hand was squeezing my dick. And then the climax of that event played out. Joy, while standing one leg reached forward and removed the nylon stocking bandana and with her free leg reached forward and buried her soft sole in my face.

Her foot wasn't damp. It was completely dry and as if I thought the nylon stocking was the source of this mind numbing scent it suddenly became clear to me that it was simply a vessel for the true source of this heavenly aroma. The smell of Joy's soft sole which had been surrounded by a nylon stocking the entire day and trapped inside a patent leather high heel was too much to handle.

Although the first orgasm I had was more intense the next one was even more pleasurable. I began to orgasm in a tantric state. Each time I inhaled the feeling became more and more intense and pleasureable. It was a pins and needles sensitivity state to which I don't think my penis will never again experience in this life. Semen oozed down my pant leg and I could feel a squirting pressure with each beat of my heart as though a main artery had been slashed and sprung a leak. Each subsequent pulse was more intense than the previous.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Joy shifted that amazingly beautiful sole from my nose and face and placed it directly on my cock. When this happened, it felt as though every cell and molecule throughout my body climaxed at once. This was the climax as all other squirts of jizz led to this. I had an orgasm that I can only describe as though my testicles had been turned inside out. Like I was balls deep inside the tightest, slimiest vagina in the history of mankind while simultaneously having that feeling of climbing a rope in gym class and then sliding back down the rope and each knot and twist in the rope sending a vibration to my testicles. That orgasm literally felt as though I had an itch inside my balls that was creaming to be scratched and placing her foot on my coco was the scratch my coco had bee yearning for.

After this incident several of us guys were talking and apparently I wasn't the only one that had an orgasm from the smell of a goddesses security foot. Many young men developed a foot fetish that day. A few years later I went back for a high school football game during homecoming and the teacher admitted that he had left the room because the scent of Joy's feet had caused him to cum his pants  I realize some of you may find this hard to believe. But this is reality.  I wish I could bottle that scent and sell it. Or just to make believers out of those that doubt the aroma of a foot could generate an orgasm

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