Some Short Stories
(Posted on Monday, July 3, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I hope you enjoyed my last story.  I believe that the general plan I will follow with my stories is to tell them chronologically. Occasionally I will deviate from that plan if something exciting happens to me, or I remember a story that I forgot to tell. Also, some of my stories are very brief, so I will tell more than 1 story.  Here goes:

For my next story I will describe what turned out to be the earliest sign of my desire for women's feet.  When I was in the second grade (yes - my desire goes that far back!!!), I was home with the babysitter. I'm sure that everyone is familiar with the method an adult or older person will entertain a small child by lying down on the floor on her back, take the child's hands in her hands, place her feet on the child's chest, and lift him up into the air. The babysitter was about to do this for me.

As she held up her barefeet to me, for just a brief instant I looked directly at the soles of her feet and could not look away; there was just something about those feet. I hardly gave this a second thought and enjoyed the ride like any child would. It was not until many years later that I realized that my reaction of seeing those feet coming toward me must have been my desire for her feet.

Now lets go forward in time a little, past when my previous story took place. Again, I was still a teen.  My father had left me at the home of a friend of his and his (the friend's) wife while my father and his friend went out.  I was also at this house to do some work for which I was being paid. Once I finished my work for the night I went into the living room to watch TV.

I had had the chance to see the wife's feet on a few occasions.  They were very nice. As a kid, I liked to watch TV while on the floor. One evening I was lying on the floor on my back, watching TV. She came into the living room from the kitchen, and she was barefooted. As she walked by, she stopped above
and placed one of her feet upon my chest. Her foot felt so heavenly on me. I did not say or do anything except to look up at her.

After a few more moments, she went on to a chair in the living room. From that point on, whenever I was over at this house, I always watched TV on the floor on my back. Everytime she walked by, I looked up and tried to smile my best cute kid's smile, hoping each time that she would place her foot upon my chest again.

Finally, about 3 days after the first foot on my chest, she finally stopped above me and placed her foot upon my chest again.  I even got a small bonus this time; once she had placed her foot completely flat on my chest, she gave one quick, hard curl of her toes on my chest. I could feel that curl reverberate all throughout my upper body. She then moved on to her chair. That was the last time I had her feet on me. All of this took place almost 20 years ago, but the pleasure of those memories are still very fresh on my mind.

Onward to the next story.  This one takes place at the swimming pool in my apartment. There was this girl who was visiting family for the entire summer. She was about 1 year older than me. We became friends. Not long after we met, I got to see her feet. They were very beautiful. She had a lovely size 9 (I have a particular preference for really large feet on a woman). At every chance, I would sneak a peak at her feet and let my hand touch her feet ever so slightly.

One afternoon she was sitting at the end of the diving board with her feet dangling in the water. I jumped into the pool and swam toward her. When I got there, she told me to grab her feet so that  she could try lifting me up and down. As soon as I grabbed them, my entire body was moving up and down with her pumping legs. That was quite a wonderous sensation - to have my whole body moving like that.

I had placed her barefeet on my chest - recall from my first story that I like this. After a few more lifts, she told me to place her feet up under my arms. I placed her feet so that I was cradled between her legs, with her feet just beyond the back of my arms. She again lifted me up and down, this time with more energy; I guess this particular position made it easiest for her to do this. I was having the time of my life - being lifted up and down, her smiling back at me, sharing in my enjoyment. When we were finished we each left the pool and headed for home. I felt an absolute high all the way home.

Here is another story that also took place at that same pool, though I'm not sure if it happened the same summer as the above. I had become friends with a girl who came to the pool regularly. I was about 13, and she was about 17. I think that we had become such good friend because I was the only kid in my general age group that was not a brat around her. She was a very tall girl with enormous feet.

One afternoon I came down to the pool and saw her in the water trying to position herself on one of those sunbathing rafts.  I jumped into the pool and positioned myself at the end where I knew her feet would end up; she was at this moment in a sitting position. For the next few minutes we just chatted.  She then finally laid down on the raft on her back and extended her legs so that her feet came towards me.

My face was in the perfect position due to the depth of the pool where we were chatting.  Her feet were right there at my face, no more than an inch or two away.  I did not move my face at all, and she made no effort to move her feet away. We just continued to chat for several minutes, with her feet just inches from my face. Based on this experience, I know that it can be enjoyable just to have a close- up of a woman's foot, even without any physical contact.

I have one last brief story to share. Now we jump forward to after high school graduation. I had enlisted in the U.S. Army for 3 years. One afternoon after the duty day had ended, I headed to the post pool. There was a female lifeguard who worked there; she had nice feet, and she was there that afternoon. We had become friends over the previous few months. At one point we were both in the water. She made a comment - something about what the pool was doing to the soles of her feet.

The next thing I knew, she took one foot out of the water and brought it up to my face in such a way that my vision was completely blocked by her foot, which was no more than an inch away from my face.  If her foot had been any closer, the  foot would have touched my face. She kept her foot here only for a few moments, but in that moment, her foot was my entire world. If I had not been so young, perhaps I would have had the presence of mind to act on this, such as asking her if I would be getting a close-up of her other foot.

That is all for now.  More stories to come.