A Second Chance With Saza
(Posted on Saturday, January 27, 2001)
This story was submitted by John H, the foot fetishism King.

As the world just celebrated another brand new year, sometimes it`s hard to think about how fast time goes by. Time passes so fast these days that before you know it, five or ten years have flown by. I can say this because my high school graduation class recently had it`s first ten year reunion. It was a lot of fun getting to see some of my old buddies and to re-live our school's good times.

Of everyone whom I got the chance to see, the highlight of the evening was seeing Saza after all those years. Wow, did she look as hot as the last time that I saw her. She really hadn`t changed that much from high school except for now having long shoulder length brown hair. Ever since my freshman year of school, I had wished and fantasized about dating her. I can remember just like it was yesterday that every day in math class, Saza would have me in a trance looking at her incredible feet. Saza would often wear these clog type shoes where there is no back to it. I would watch her slide what looked to be her size 6 1/2 bare feet in and out. Having such a major foot fetish made it the best and worse class that I took that year. I never did ask Saza out in school because she always seemed more interested in books and school than guys.

Now back to the reunion. I had a couple of drinks with the guys and as time progressed, I got up the nerve to walk over to her thinking, "it`s now or never." I walked over to Saza. "Hi, good looking" I said to her, unable to think of something more original. I asked her, "Remember me?" To my absolute surprise, she did.  Saza even smiled when she said my name. So I offered to buy her a drink. We stood at the bar and chatted with each other for awhile.

Saza looked very sexy that night because she was wearing a red cocktail dress. It was kinda low-cut, which gave me a great view of her luscious ripe breasts. I had not forgotten however about her feet. That night Saza had on four-inch red spike heels, in the same hot shade as her dress. The backs of her heels were open, with a slender strap around her narrow ankles. She wasn`t all that tall, I would say about 5' 5" with shapely legs that were encased in seamed nylons.

Our chat was going very well. Saza laughed, smiled and even flirted with me for quite awhile. She slipped off one shoe as we stood at the bar and started rubbing her nyloned sole. I couldn`t help but stare shamelessly. When she finally caught me looking, I mumbled, "Hey nice shoes."

"Killer shoes," she said, "is more like it. God, how my feet hurt!!"

"Could this be my chance?" I asked myself. I told Saza that I was well known for giving great foot massages.

"Anything you could do for these hurting feet would be a welcome." Saza replied! The reunion area was still somewhat busy, so I suggested that we go somewhere a little more quiet.

Just as I said that, Saza said, "Thats fine with me."

"How about if we go to my place?" I asked her. "I live about 20 minutes from here."

I must say that I was a little surprised when she said, "yes" so quickly. I was so excited that I could barely drive home. But soon enough we arrived at my place. I told Saza to go and sit on the couch and get comfortable. When I entered the room she had already removed both shoes. Her foot aroma filled the room. I could immediately feel something rising in my slacks. Saza seemed to notice that and quietly sighed. As I came over to her, she stuck out both feet.

"John," she said, "I know that you have a thing for feet. When we were in math class, everyone would tell me that you would stare at my feet until class was over."

"Oh no, she knew!" I thought to myself. I could not lie to her at this point. I told her about all the dreams that I had about her feet.

Through it all Saza didn`t seem mad or freaked out. She just said, "Well, when will I get my foot massage?"

I couldn`t hold back any longer. I began to gently demonstrate the eight different pressure points on her high arched feet. One under each toe and the pad beneath her toes. The final two points I told her, "are at the inner and outer part of the soles." I tried to go as slowly as possible. I rubbed and massaged very square inch of her warm soft nylon feet. Meanwhile, she rolled her head  from side to side, moaning softly enjoying my every touch. I was so incredibly hard.

Saza asked, "Is there more?"

I told her that she should take off her nylons. She told me that I could do it for her. My hands trembled so much that she had to help me undo the garters. As we peeled off her stockings, I realized that all my fantasies were about to come true!!! Once the nylons were off, I gently lifted her now bare feet to my mouth and began smelling the sweetness of them. My passion was overflowing and I started kissing and licking every inch of her incredible feet! Saza started moaning and urged me on.

I sucked her toes and tried to lick every little wrinkle that her soles and arch could make. We spent quite some time like that. I wanted to make love to her feet all night. Finally, I could not stand much more pressure, which had been building in my pants. I asked Saza if I could please fuck her feet! I would have passed out if she had said no.

"Go ahead, pull it out." Saza said with lust in her voice. Her bare feet were now very slippery from all of the licking, kissing and sucking that I had done. I positioned my now hurting cock between her extra soft slippery soles. I watched as she instinctively began jerking me off  with her feet. My back bagan to cramp as I could feel the cum rise up and start overflowing everywhere. I cried out in loud gasps as rivers of cum streamed over her toes and down her soles. Saza moaned, too as she rubbed some of  my cum into her feet.

Nothing else happened between us that night. We each cleaned up and talked some more for awhile. I later drove Saza back to her car and thanked her for the best day that I had ever had in my life. I can`t wait for my twenty year reunion!!!

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John H. ( the foot fetishism King ) email - JHolm57233@aol.com