The First Time
(Posted on Tuesday, July 11, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

The best place to start is at the beginning.  It sure has been a long time since I have encountered some beautiful toes to entice myself with. I will begin by reflecting to the age of 13 when it was the responsibility of my aunt Ivy Rose to take care of me while my mom worked late. This was a time when family lived close to each other. Those were the good old days, days that I will reflect on for years to come.

I can remember my acknowledgement of my foot worship. I was on the living room floor watching  (wrestling) in the evening while waiting for my aunt to finish cooking dinner. She was so into homemade food that her kitchen was always a virtual oven. My aunt in her early thirties had the frame of a pixie; she was a gorgeous woman.

In addition, her protégé, my 15 year old cousin Winter, with the frame of a sprite was upstairs doing her hair or something after helping my aunt in the kitchen. I remember the main event was about to start. Hulk Hogan was fighting the Iron Sheik, when I heard a cry for help from my Winter upstairs. I of course ignored a few of her calls, until I heard my aunt Ivy rushing down the hall. I recall not paying her any mind when I felt a foot against my butt. “Don’t you hear your cousin calling?”

Feeling toes pressed down on me with every syllable to get my
attention. At this moment, I felt the rubbing of my jeans against my penis. I tried not to look at her and remembered nervously saying that I was watching wrestling and did not hear. She walked in front of me and turned off the TV. I remember watching her dainty feet go by to turn off the tube. She stood in front of me telling me to go upstairs. I just stared at the carpet and asked if I had to. She said, “Get up and go help Winter upstairs.”

I was reluctant and plastered myself onto the carpet. Then I felt the foot again, this time on my shoulder. I could smell the foot aroma in my nostrils and got a close look at her decorated pink toenails. “Get up. Be nice to your cousin and help her. Then you can come back down and have dinner,” she said.

At that moment, I felt a sensation of goose bumps run over my body, but lightning fast. I stole another glance at my aunt’s toes and felt a groundhog in my pants trying to borrow into the carpet. I hurriedly got up facing away from my aunt and said I had to go to the bathroom first. Paranoid, I hoped that my aunt didn’t notice the swelling.

I was almost to the foyer when I practically ran Winter over. She was already downstairs. She began demanding that I help move stuff around in her room. Winter forcefully pulled me up the steps by my wrist. I distracted myself by looking at the pictures going up the steps. Bad idea. There I saw my aunt Ivy smiling at me in almost every picture. We passed the bathroom and got to her room.

Over the Striper music, she asked me to move the canopy bed to the wall near her closet. I asked her if I could do it later, but she insisted that I move it while she took a shower. She gathered up some clothes, kicked off her Chinese slippers and went to take a shower. I started moving the bed. As I made it to the wall, a leg fell off. So I crawled underneath this enormous bed to find it, and ended up with a Chinese slipper in my face.

This time a stronger fragrance tantalized my nose. I sniffed slow and deep. Winter’s scent was greater than my aunt Ivy’s aroma. My woody jumped right up. I unzipped, shoved the slipper into my pants and wrapped it around my pole, thinking of my aunt Ivy’s feet. I was in bliss. I squeezed the slipper around my pulsing member waiting to cum, when my aunt enters the room.

I froze and stopped breathing. My aunt sat on the corner of the bed. Luckily the missing leg side was towards the wall. My heart was pounding and I tried to slowly release my breath. I saw her pretty feet and wanted to caress them. I eased my grip off the slipper and in came Winter, fresh from the shower. She sat beside her mom and they began to talk.

I could not control myself. I had two beautiful sets of feet in front of me. I could not resist staring at their feet any longer and oozed cum into Winter’s slipper. It felt so good to relieve a little pressure. I waited until they left the room, zipped up and hastily made my way to the bathroom. I got inside, locked the door, sat on the bowl and took a breather.

In my frenzy, I had forgotten that I still had the slipper down my pants. I could not believe that I had made this error. Winter knocked at the door and informed me to come down to eat dinner. II couldn't think of a place to hide the slipper in the bathroom, so I left it in my jeans. What a mistake that was.

I went to have dinner with them and tried to act natural as this slipper pinched and grabbed at my skin. There I was, at the table blundering sentence after sentence trying to hold a conversation. I tried to think of something other than their feet and the phone rang. I had been saved.

My aunt told me that my mom was on her way home and wanted me to meet her there when she arrived. I was so overjoyed, that I left the table and rushed out the door. Impatiently, I ran home, locked myself in the bathroom, dropped my jeans, and finished the job.

I can never forget that day.