Before I begin my story let me tell you a little about myself. I am very, very shy or should I say less confident guy. I don’t have any particular reasons, but whenever I see a girl whom I like, and by some miracle she comes and talks to me, I am dumb as can be.

Anyway, here is the story. It's not about my girlfriend because the place I come from, there is no such thing as a girlfriend. All the girls are supposed to be your sisters, or one of them will be your wife. So I think you guys know how my foot fetish started. Well if you don’t, let me explain. The only part of a woman that is visible to men, except the hands and face are the feet. I never knew that I had a foot fetish. Well, I don’t really have foot fetish. I just like some feet and I don’t like dirty feet or long toenails and I don’t like women who like to walk on me or my balls. I never had a footjob, so I don't how that feels, but I've had 3 experiences with a girl's foot and I know that I still can’t forget abut her feet. It has been almost 3 years and 20 days now.

It all started one day when I got back home from college. It was raining outside. I was on my bike, so I was kind of got wet. I was standing in front of a fireplace when I heard the door opening and saw my sister ( she is 2 years older then me). She walked in with a half-wet girl. I was looking at her and she just passed me by. She went into my sister's room to change. That was the first time that I ever saw her.

At the dinner table, I found out that she was a family friend. Her voice was even sweeter than she looked. As I mentioned before, I don’t talk to the girls very much, so I was not talking much. But she was talking to everybody. My brothers, my sister, my father and my mother. Everyone was in love with her at the first meeting .

That same night my mother told me to take the children out for ice cream. All of us went for an ice cream and of course I was driving. I am a damn good driver and nobody can tell me to slow down because all my family members trust my driving. But this was the first time that she talked to me, telling me to slow down. I said, "Don’t worry about it." My sister told her the same thing, but she insisted that I slow down. So I did for the first time in my life.

My sister gave me a look, but I told her that her friend was new and that  I slowed down on her behalf. Then my sister started to tell her about my driving and all the horrible experiences that she had with me. All the narrow escapes. Everything. I don't know if her friend was impressed, upset or what, but she sure looked grateful that I had slowed down my driving.

After that we became friends. I am kind of ashamed to say it, but our relationship was more like a brother and sister than it was like a girlfriend and boyfriend. That is the main reason that nobody suspected what happened. We used to go out for icecream on my bike the whole time that she came to live with my family. She had to go to a college in my area which is why she was living with us at the time.

One day when I got back, she told me that she had to leave because her college was closing. She wanted to go visit her family. I was sad and lonely. I even yelled at her and went out in anger. I drove my car all day and came back at 8 or 9 p.m. She was waiting for me. She had a card and made a cake for me. I was still mad at her, but by then I had fallen in love with her and couldn't stay mad for long. Besides, as it turned out, it ended up being the night later on

I asked my mother if I could stay in my sister's room for the night because her friend was leaving the next day and it would be a special night before saying good-bye. My mom gave me permission, so I grabbed an air bed and planted myself in my sister's room.

Before long it was time to go to bed. But we stayed up talking. My sister soon fell asleep. When you are in love and you are talking to your loved one, time really passes by. I still can’t think of what we talked about for hours and hours, but we talked for a very long time.

Then the moment came. As we were talking, she touched me on my face to feel my beard. My beard was kind of new as I had just started shaving. I was 20 then. She was 22 and kind of old for me, but I am into older girls. When she was touching my chin, she just brushed her hand on my dry lips and that was the moment. She said, "Wow. You have nice lips." She touched them again . Before that moment, I had not been turned on at all, but I became very aroused as she laid down on the bed. Her arm was under her head and she continued brushing my lips with her fingers. Her hair spread across her back. Her legs we twisted around the blanket. One was out and one was underneath the blanket, covering her all the way up to her waist.

Then it happened. I kissed her on the hands at first. I was not looking directly into her eyes, but the next thing that she did surprised me. She exteneded her arms all the way down to me. She was wearing a half sleeves shirt so that the middle of her arm at the elbows was visible. I kissed her elbow, opening my mouth and tonguing her slightly. I kissed and licked her joint at the same time. She just moaned a bit and then extended her arm even more to me.

I became bolder as I grabbed her arms in my hands and started to kiss her hands. Then I started to lick her fingers. I did that for some time. After a while I put my hands on her lips and started feeling them. She was breathing hard and her lips were dry. I moved my hand around her lips and then I put my finger in my mouth to wet it a bit. I touched her lips with my finger. She took my finger into her mouth. I moved up a bit and kissed her on the lips. I waited for her response. She moved even further towards the end of the bed.

All of this was happening with my sister sitting on the other side of the bed, so we couldn’t move a lot. This time I kissed her with even more passion. Then I started to lick her lips. She opened her mouth to breathe, or at least that is what I thought and she kissed my tounge with her lips. Then she started to lick my tounge. (My first French kiss) I started to feel her tounge in my mouth. She was so sweet! We kissed for about 45 minutes. By then I was exhausted. Not with the kissing, but with the awkward position that I was in on the bed. She was a couple of feet higher than me as I was lying on the floor with my one hand supporting me.

Then all of a sudden my sister woke up. Her friend and I just moved around a bit as if we had just been aroused from our sleep. My sister went into the bathroom while we laid there as still as could be. When my sister came back, she went to wake her friend up to talk about something. They started talking girl talk. Inside I was cursing my sister because she had interrupted us. Soon enough the two of them went back to sleep. I even heard my sister start to snore. It was pretty dark in the room. I couldn't really see anything, so I put my hands where their heads once were and slowly took their blanket off.

It was so dark that I hadn't noticed how the two of them had moved around on the bed. I went to touch her friend's lips again, but instead I touched her feet. A wave of pleasure suddenly ran throughout my body. I heard her friend giggle a little after touching her foot. I didn’t wanted to make a fool out of myself, so I acted like I knew that her feet were there and that I had touched her foot on purpose. I started feeling her feet with my fingers, but she moved away a little. I could tell that she was a bit uncomfortable.

Then I kissed her feet lightly. It was my first kiss on a girl's foot. Her feet were kind of smelly. I don’t like smelly feet, but that night I couldn't help myself. They were so nice. Then I kind of licked her big toe, but that made her really uncomfortable. She pulled her feet away from me, but I grabbed them again. Once again she pulled away. This time she got up and went into the bathroom. Five minutes later, she was back.

She laid back down the same way that she was before. This time she laid down on the bed with one leg out of the blanket. She moved it toward me so that her leg was on the bed with her foot right near my face. Her foot smelled so great this time around because she had just washed it in the bathroom. I was in heaven .

I started with her big toe. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it so hard that I still wonder how her toe stayed on. Then I started to put my warm and wet tongue on her cold feet inbetween her big toe and index toe. Then I put both of those toes in my mouth. At first her toes were cold, but my mouth was warm, so I warmed her toes. Sucking on her toes was like eating candy. She tasted so wonderful!

Then I grabbed her other foot and put it in my mouth. I licked her ankle like ice cream. My lips were making circles around the ball of her foot. Then I moved to her sole and put my cheek on her cold sole. I brushed my nose on her sole and then licked down along the sole of her foot. Her soles were wonderfully wrinkled and very tasty. I licked them like there was nothing else in this world.

She soon moved her other foot onto my face to make me stop licking her sole, but I didn’t want to stop. I think that she didn’t want me to stop either, so I continued to lick her soles and toes. At this point all of her five toes were in my mouth. My tongue was moving in and around each of her toes making them wet. My hands were exploring her legs now and both of her feet were on my face. She had long legs, so I was not able to reach all the way up inbetween her legs, but her legs felt great!

Her inner thighs were warm and fleshy. They were perfectly shaped just like a model. I was grabbing her inner thighs with my hands and she was moving her feet in throughout my hair. I was licking her foot and frankly not even thinking about my dick at the time. I just was licking her foot and having a great time.

Sorry to all of you hard core fans out there, but nothing intimate happened as far as footjobs go. At least not that time. But she and I were together a number of times after that. If you guys write to me, I will tell you about that too. So until then, good-bye.