Vicki's Feet
(Posted on Monday, July 10, 2000)
This story was submitted by beatlejam.

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I am a 31-year-old man with an intense foot fetish that I have had since childhood. Recently, I was able to fulfill a long-time fantasy. I received an invitation to attend a 4th of July party in my old college town at the house of a former classmate (his name is Bob). If I could attend, I would be staying at the home of another former classmate and his wife.

I decided that it would be fun to catch up with everybody, so I made arrangements to attend. I arrived on Monday night, July 3rd, at my friend Steve's house. He's the one that I would be staying with. He was there alone, but told me that his wife, Vicki, and some of the others were already at Bob's house for a pre-4th of July party, and that we should head on over.

Now, I must reveal here that Vicki has fantastic feet! They are probably about size 7, with a high arch, and clear toenail polish. I have desired those feet for years but, of course, I could never act on those desires. Not until this night, that is!

We arrived at the party, which was poolside, so I got to view lots of female bare feet.Yes! And there was Vicki, in sandals, showing off those beautiful toes! Oh, did I want them so bad! As the party continued, we did more and more drinking, especially Vicki. By the party's end, she was quite tipsy. Not fall-down drunk. Just silly.

The three of us said our good-byes, and went back to Steve & Vicki's house. When we arrived, they told me that I would be sleeping in their bed, and that they would sleep on the couch. Steve then showed me around the house, since I hadn't really gotten a chance to see it much earlier on. So after that, we walked back into the den area.

We saw that Vicki had decided to just fall asleep right there on the floor by the couch! She had gotten a quilt to pull over herself, and I saw her sandals had been kicked off beside her. Steve just laughed and said, "I guess she couldn't wait for me to get the couch's hide-a-bed ready. She's really out of it. I'll just sleep on the couch myself."

So I said good night and went to their bedroom. My heart was racing. There was Vicki, passed out asleep on the floor in the next room, with only a quilt covering her legs. I had to have those feet! So I waited in bed for a long time to make sure Steve was asleep. Then I made my move.

I quietly opened the door, and dropped to the floor on my knees. I then stretched out, like a snake, and slowly made my way back to the den area. It was very dark, but thanks to the moonlight, I could make out the white quilt. When I got to the edge of it, I carefully put my hand underneath, and began to feel around. I gently touched up against Vicki's feet and was able to pinpoint exactly where they were.

I slowly pulled the quilt back, and put my mouth to those feet. Vicki was asleep on her side, and her right foot was on top of her left. I began to move my lips over her soles and the tops of her toes, trying to gauge just how out-of-it she was. By the way, they have two dogs that are very lick-friendly. If Vicki had stirred, I would have slipped away, and hoped that she thought it was the dogs playing with her. But she did not stir.

I continued to move my lips over those beautiful feet. The smell was wonderful! I couldn't control myself and began sucking passionately on her toes. I started with the little toe, and then moved on to each toe, sucking deep each time. Oh, it was heaven! I had longed for this for so long.

This went on for several minutes. Then, while I was sucking on her toes some more, she suddenly flexed her foot. This was an incredible mixture of good and bad feelings for me because the movement of her toes felt fantastic in my mouth! But at the same time, I thought, "Oh no, I'm dead!"

I was so afraid of being busted that I stopped and slipped back into my room. I then jerked off as I thought about what had just occured. But I wanted more! I knew that it was risky, but I had to try again.

After a while, I slipped out again. This time, when I lifted up the edge of the quilt and felt around, I discovered that Vicki was now sleeping on her back with her feet straight out. I began my test again, lightly running my lips over her feet. Convinced that she was still out of it, I began sucking her toes again, running my tongue all around and in between! God, it was great!

This continued for a while, when she suddenly pulled her toes from my mouth, and slid them away from me. I thought that I had better get out of there and slipped  away. I went to my room and jerked off again. I then decided to not push my luck and didn't try any more.

The next day, much to my relief, everything was fine. Vicki kept talking about how wasted she had been the night before and how well she had slept on the floor. I think that she was totally unaware of my actions, and her foot movements were just normal sleep movements.

As we hung out that day, Vicki wore her sandals again. I would gaze down at her toes when she wasn't looking and think to myself, "Wow, I finally had those babies in my mouth!"

So there you have it. Of course, if I had known that she was that out-of-it and wouldn't remember anything, I would have indulged longer. But for a little while anyway, those feet were mine!

What a wonderful holiday!