It was our first date. We had met at a local club in the city. Her name was Tiffany. She was 21 years old, 5 feet, 3 inches tall and about 125 lbs. She had brown shoulder length hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. The next couple of weeks, we spent a great deal of time talking on the phone getting to know one another. Eventually, after several lengthy conversations, our discussions began to turn towards sex. She had asked me what turns me on the most about a woman. Although it is something that I generally don't like to admit right away, I told her, "Barefeet and toes." I went on to explain my foot fetish and she giggled with enthusiasm.

We decided to have a nice quiet evening at my place for our first night out. She was stunning. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a red blouse, and of course, sandals. Her toenails were painted the most beautiful shade of red that I had ever seen and her toes looked especially cute with the toe ring on her second toe. I couldn't help but stare. I have always had a preference for little feet, and hers were quite possibly the smallest feet that I had ever seen up close. They were a size 6, with cute round toes.

During the movie, my staring became rather obvious and she had asked me if I minded if she took off her sandals. I had replied with an embarassed, "You know me, not at all!" and blushed. She then removed her sandals slowly, exposing the soft wrinkly skin from her soles, watching my every reaction. I started to breathe heavily. I was so aroused.

After the movie, we began to make out on the couch. At this point, I was too embarassed to do anything relating to my foot fetish for fear of rejection. Tiffany was one step ahead of me though. She said, "Dont you like my feet? You were making up that whole foot fetish stuff weren't you?"

I explained that I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable and she had said she thought it was cute. At that point, I realized all of my fantasies were about to come true. I started to gently massage her bare feet, touching them with such tenderness and passion. I could see by the look in her eyes that she was enjoying it. I am not sure if it was the sensation of my touch that she enjoyed, or the fact that she had total control of me with her peds. Either way, I didn't care.

I slowly raised one foot to my face and began kissing it gently. I ran my tongue up her sole gently, savoring every inch. Her feet were slightly moist and had a slight odor. They were so soft to the touch and so warm and moist. I lowered her foot back to my lap and began rubbing the tops of her feet gently. She started to rest her feet in my lap, pressing down slightly on the head of my cock. I was so hard. I felt as though I was going to burst through my pants right then and there. She started wiggling her toes gently over my cock, giggling during the process. All I could do was to sit back and moan.

At that point, I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to feel her soft feet against my throbbing cock. I removed my pants, and boxers within seconds and she placed her feet back to my lap. The sensation of her touch was overwhelming. I started to thrust into the bottoms of her feet. She moved each foot on each side of my dick, and began to stroke it up and down. I thrusted violently enjoying every moment. I could feel the cum start to flow within me and before I knew it, with one last thrust, I erupted all over the tops of her feet and toes. She giggled again and said, "WOW! That was more fun than I would have ever imagined!"

I couldn't believe it. Here I was getting my fantasy acted out by the most beautiful woman and she actually enjoyed it. She continued to rub my swollen member with her cum-drenched feet and smiled. It was the best day of my life.