The Rhonda Chronicles: Meeting the Foot Virgin at greatfeet.com - A Great Feet Foot Fetish Story Publication

The Background:

I’ve literally lived a FootMan’s DREAM over the past decade, or so. This dream has somehow turned into a bad nightmare over the past few years, as I’ll explain. This is the first episode in a series of chronicles to follow.

Back in 2009 I was fortunate enough to meet an older lady online. I wasn’t attracted to her much physically when we met, but her feet were absolutely mouth-watering HOT. What I immediately found out is that she CRAVED having her feet tickled and sucked, but had never dated anyone who was interested in playing with her feet.

We became Best Friends with Benefits and a conservative estimate of how many times I rough-tickled and sucked her highly sensitive feet is approximately 10,000 times over 10 years ... that’s being conservative. When we met, I was 40 years old at the time and she was 53. In 2019 this beautiful spirit of a woman was diagnosed with Frontotemporal dementia and is now institutionalized. The shrinkage in the front and side lobes of her brain has progressed significantly to the point where she can’t talk and doesn’t smile or laugh anymore. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her or remember all of the fun we used to have. Although I spent a HELL of a lot of time on her feet, we became such good friends and did so many other things together. We loved nature trails, watched scary movies, and about killed each other during football season every year. I even took her to a live viewing of her favorite TV show when it came to town, American Ninja Warrior. She was soooo special and the best and most loyal friend a person could ever ask for. I trusted her completely and she trusted me as well. I visit her regularly ... and it’s SO difficult to see her now. I’m not even sure she knows who I am anymore, but I told her that I would never abandon her ... and I haven’t.

The Meeting:

I was in a non-foot related Facebook group when I came across a member in the group who called herself “PrettyFeet 50”. Of course, this piqued my curiosity and I began reviewing her profile. No foot pics. I went to her main profile and even tried to find her other places online just to get an idea of what her feet were like. No luck. I messaged her privately saying,

“How you gonna have a name like PrettyFeet 50 and not have ONE foot pic anywhere on your profile?”

I didn’t get a response for over an hour, but she finally responded,

“Hahaha! My daughter did my nails a few years ago and told me that I had pretty feet. I kept forgetting all my usernames, so I figured PrettyFeet and my age would always be easy to remember.”

I replied, “Oh REALLY now? You’ve got me all curious. Further investigation will be required.”

She obliged me with a few pictures of herself and her feet. She was pretty for an older woman but her feet were ABSOLUTELY amazing! Since she had given herself the name PrettyFeet 50 I knew I could use it to my advantage to get more from her. We talked daily for about two weeks and decided to meet. She lived 45 minutes from where I lived, so we agreed to grab lunch sometime.

Face-to-Feet:

There wasn’t much around in the small town where she lived but we met in the parking lot of a Family Dollar store. I saw the red pickup truck that she borrowed from her brother and I pulled up beside her. She smiled at me through the window. So far, so good…. I anxiously stepped out of the car and patiently waited for her to finish what she was doing before she emerged from the truck. I was kinda hoping for a love connection; however, when I saw her I was so disappointed. Her hair was nice, and her face was ok, but she was kinda dumpy, needed a manicure and she was dressed in an over-sized blouse and baggy jeans that covered her feet/shoes and dragged the ground. I almost thought about canceling lunch in that moment, but I remembered her feet. I at least had to see if those could salvage our meeting, but I wasn’t very hopeful. Since I was there and we agreed, she jumped in my car and we headed to a burger joint for lunch. I hadn’t seen her feet up to that point and I was just ready to eat and be on my way.

We arrived at the restaurant and a delicious sound filled my ears as we walked across the parking lot. I guess I was so disappointed back at Family Dollar that I didn’t notice before. Rhonda, that was her name, was producing a CLICK-SLAP sound with each step she took across the pavement. OH MY GOD! Was she wearing high-heeled, open-back slides?? My heart began racing, but I kept my composure. I couldn’t actually SEE much of her feet and shoes because of those God-Awful long jeans. Was this by design? Was this a GAME she wanted to play with me? Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind as we entered the eating establishment. As we stood and waited for the waitress to arrive to seat us I could hear the THOCK-THOCK sound of her empty shoe hitting the tile floor. She was dipping….. a blind Foot Tease that I could not even SEE. Was she doing this on purpose or was this an inadvertent, unconscious habit of hers? GOD I hated those damn jeans! If I had had some scissors I would have shortened them right then and there. UGH! We were finally seated. I Purposefully had her seat with her back in the direction of the restroom so that I could witness a certain shoeplay show on my way back to the table from washing my hands.

My mind was completely BLOWN when she sat down and her the legs of her jeans rose to reveal the sexiest pair of mature feet I have ever seen in my LIFE! Perfect toes and shape just like in the pictures she sent me and they were encased in brown 3-inch heeled wooden slides with criss-cross straps across the top of her feet that barely held her feet to the shoes. NO WONDER that Sole-Slap sound was so prevalent and powerful. Like I imagined, she slid her feet halfway out of her shoes and rested her toes and balls on the back edge of her shoes which partially exposed her soles to the restaurant patrons behind us. The length of the jeans restricted much of the vision from what I could tell from the front, but her toes were mouth-watering.

“Damn Rhonda!” I said as I intentionally bent my head to look under the table. “I sure hope you got a good attorney!”

She Giggled and looked directly at me with her wondrous blue eyes, “What are you TALKING About? Hahahaha!”

“Ohhhh you’re getting arrested for sure. Indecent exposure and murder.”

“MURDER????? What?” “Indecent Exposure?” “You’re crazy, Mister. I’m completely covered up and just WHO did I kill?”

I responded. “Do you even have a LICENSE to walk around with feet like that because you’re killing me softly!”

“OH MY GOD! HAHAHAAAAAAAA HAHAHA! YOU ARE NUTS, you know that? NUTS!”

“Looooook. I’m serious. Your feet are incredible.”

“Oh really? You think so?”

Then she slid out of her shoes and put her feet in my lap under the table. “How bout a close-up? What do you think now?”

I couldn’t reply…. I was speechless. Not only were her feet pretty and shapely, but they were pillowy soft like warm dinner rolls and she had medium-high arches and wrinkles for years.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…..SOMEbody has gotten happy, I see.” “Hmph Hmph Hmph Hmph”, she giggled heartily.

I must admit that I was embarrassed, but I had absolutely NO defense against her foot advances. None. I was in pure, damn-near orgasmic bliss as I rubbed and squeezed her feet. I slid two fingers up her soles and jumped in complete astonishment as she squealed and damn near fell out of her seat.

“Oh WOW! You’re really ticklish, huh? I barely even touched you.”

“Hee Hee Hahahaha, I know…. I’m deathly ticklish…..but I LOVE IT!”, she replied.

“You got to be kidding me…. I’ve NEVER, in my life, met anyone who is THAT ticklish and loves it.”

She explained how she used to have a beetle collection when she was six years old and she would let them run across her feet and it tickled quite a bit but she liked the way it felt. She had always wanted someone to play with her feet but was too shy to say anything about it because she didn’t want people to think she was weird or crazy, so she tickled her own feet……that’s supposed to be nearly impossible, but she could really get herself going; especially in the shower according to her accounts. She cocked her head, smiled and stared at me as I kept lightly tickling her soles.

Between deep giggles she said, “The look on your face is, Hahahaha….priceless. You really want my feet, don’t you?” “You really wanna get AT em, don’t you?”

I tried to look as nonchalantly as possible and replied, “I don’t know what you’re even TALKING about.”

“Ohhhhhhhh You know….. you KNOW you know what I’m saying. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Maybe….. I don’t know yet.” I blatantly lied.

“Have you got to be anywhere for a while? I know a place we can go and you can satisfy your curiosity.” She proposed.

We finished lunch and she directed me to a State Park, which was one of her favorite places to go in town. She had been going there for decades and they had just renovated the picnic pavilion areas.

Lost Foot Virginity:

I could hardly contain my enthusiasm when we arrived at the park. By now, she had rolled up the legs of her jeans so that I could see her walking. Her soles drove me CRAZY! They were exposed with each step and then that strong, solid SLAP sound of her shoes spanking her round, rosy heels. Damn it, I was DIZZY as hell. I drifted back and watched her walk as she led the way to the pavilions. I was overcome by desire so walked fast enough to get right up behind her and I bent down, walking hunched over trying to get my timing with her steps in sync before I swiped her right sole as it raised off her shoe in stride.

“OH MY GOD! OHH! Hahahahahaha! Oh my God!” She screamed.

She kicked her foot so hard in front of her that her shoe went flying several feet. I stared at her exposed, rosy sole as she walked tip-toe on one foot to retrieve her lifeless shoe as it lay in the grass. I wasn’t just warmed up. I was on FIRE burning with desire to get at her highly sensitive feet. I was still a little apprehensive though. For the LIFE of me, I could not figure out how someone SO ticklish could actually LIKE being tickled. I would soon find out that it was my own mental hang-up.

After what seemed like a 6-mile Boy Scout Hike (Really about 25 feet from the car) we finally made our way into the covered picnic pavilion area. There was not a soul in the park, or at the pavilion that day, so her feet were my toys to play with freely ... and the thought of that was almost overwhelming. When we turned the corner to enter the picnic spot, I didn’t hold back. I immediately grabbed her arms from behind and marched her up against one of the stone walls.

“Ooooooooo I like it when a man TAKES what he wants,” she giggled. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long. The look on your face said it ALL!”

We struggled slightly as I pressed her firmly against the wall. “What look is this that you keep talking about?”

Her giggle turned into an outright cackle as she tried to keep her feet planted on the pavement while I forcefully grabbed her ankle and tried to lift her foot up behind her.

“Hahahahahah, Oh my God, you’re strong, but you’re gonna have to WORK For these sexy feet, Darling. Hahahaha OH MY GOD!”

I finally got her leg up behind her and tried slapping her shoe to the ground, but he toes were pressed against her insoles so hard that her shoe was damn near locked to her foot. She continued to giggle as I finally jostled her shoe off and let if fall to the pavement. The THOCK-THOCK sound it made was like a prelude to the symphony of laughter which would soon follow. Her jaw was dropped in a wide smile as she looked back me with her bare left foot in my hand. My GOD it was a thing of beauty and I knelt down to put my mouth on it. The sounds that escaped her mouth were indescribable when I took her big toe into my mouth. First a loud gasp…. Then she growled “Ohhhhhh my Goooooooddd”… then the deep breathing as if she was about to have an orgasm. I felt her grab and rub my head and I saw her head fall back slightly out of the corner of my eye.

“That feels SO WEIRD…..but SOOOOOO GOOD! No one has ever touched my feet in a sexual way before. Ohhhhh Yes!” (Heavy deep breathing followed by lots of moaning)

I devoured her toes and sole like a starving fat man at an all-night roadside buffet. Her sole skin felt like donuts under my lips and tongue and the smell was leathery like her shoes. I had to maintain a tight grip because she was definitely a struggler, which drove me WILD.

After giving her right foot the same treatment I walked her over to one of the picnic tables. She was on her tip-toes and almost frolicked over to the table. Her shoes remained empty by the wall. One was on its side and the other was upside-down as they both lay there like a shell devoid of the fruit that once brought them to life. I sat her up on the table with the feet dangling down over the side and toes tipping against the seated bench. I lifted up both legs and wrapped my arms around her ankles and began dancing my fingers feverishly over her moist wrinkled soles. Her reaction was immediate. She began bucking and kicking so hard she damn near fell off the table. She was literally screaming and laughing her head off as if I was raping her feet (and damn it, It felt like I was).

“HAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HAHAHAHAH!!! NOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA! OH FUCK! OH SHIT! HAHAHAHAHA! OHHHHHH FUCK! AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!”

I was erect as the empire state building and I had to take those hot feet into my mouth again. I lightened my grip and she managed to pull away, but I was far from done with her. We struggled and jockeyed for position again and I flipped her over onto her tummy with her soles up. I pinned her feet down to the table by her ankles and buried my face into her soles. Her balls and just under her toes was her most sensitive of spots….especially on and anywhere around the big toe area. I devoured it, first sucking and then licking the toe stem area of her big toe just underneath the toe and above the ball. She was loudly moaning, heavily breathing and humping the table up, down, and side-to-side. I heard her growl again as I ran my tongue along the stems of all five toes and then sucked the ball into my mouth like a soft piece of fruit. Whenever I would pull off of her and give her a small break she would either kick or stomp her feet wildly while claiming that she could still feel the tickling sensation even though I wasn’t touching her. This became known as the “Afterburn” after several recovery occasions…..and it stuck for 10 years. There was PLENTLY of “Afterburn” over the years, but those are for other Chronicle episodes. We played and it went on like that for about an hour before I had to take her back to her car. I watched her tip-toe her de-virginized feet back to retrieve her shoes as I admired my handywork. She was a giggling mess from that point and during the ride all the way back to the Family Dollar parking lot.

“Oh my GOD that was AMAZING! I’m literally GLOWING right now!” (That became known as her “Tickle Glow” after intense play sessions. I used to LOVE watching her Tickle Glow as she sat across from me at a restaurant after a play session over the years.) That day, we literally blew each other’s minds. It’s a day I’ll never forget. It was her first time ever having her feet played with and I found someone who loved to be tickled as passionately as I craved to tickle someone. It was as if we were two corresponding puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. No sex or intimacy, but the foot-play was absolutely AMAZING! Her feet were attached to her, but they literally belonged to ME! They were on call 24-7…..literally. Other experiences will follow shortly. I have SO MANY to choose from. So many different settings and situations spanning 10 years, or so. Stay tuned…….

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously by Toenado.

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