Photogenic Feet
(Posted on Friday, February 2, 2001)
This story was submitted by FootGuy.

I nervously approached the front door. Looking around the yard and the structure of the house, I had to wonder if I was in over my head. I’m just a regular guy, more or less average with just about everything.

At this time I was just finishing up a poem book and I needed a cover photo for it. When thinking of a cover model, one girl came to mind. Her name was Maggie. I guess you could say that Maggie is well off. She lives with her wealthy family in a large house with a beautiful yard, walk-in closets, beautiful cars, and all of the works that goes with wealth.

Maggie is a beautiful girl and had modeled for many different ads and things for local businesses and such. Without a doubt, I knew that she would be photogenic. I was never extremely close with her, but we were friends, so we talked from time to time.

The poetry collection was entitled, “One Foot In Front of The Other.”

This was sort of a double meaning involving the attitude of the book as well as a pun on me for having a secret foot fetish. I rang the door bell. The sound of Beethoven’s Ninth rang on electric chimes throughout the house. After a moment, I heard the sounds of someone coming down the stairs. Then there was a brief silence and the door opened. I looked up at her with a smile. For some reason, she didn’t even look surprised to see me.

“Hello.” She greeted me as she opened the door for me to come in. She looked like she hadn’t left the house yet that day. She was wearing a white cotton tee shirt with small cotton shorts and she was barefoot. Her toenails were painted a soft reddish-pink color. Her feet had that tender been laying in bed look to them.

Maggie brought me into the kitchen and we sat at the table. Even without make-up, she was beautiful. “So what’s goin’ on?” She asked me.

I explained to her all about the book. I told her how I wanted to feature her on the cover. Surprisingly, she was very interested, more than I thought she would be anyway. Maggie was also interested in taking some photos right then. I went out to my car to get my camera while she went upstairs to change. I went back inside and after a brief amount of time she returned downstairs all dressed and ready.

We went outside around her yard to get some photos. A lot of the photos were in the theme of walking of course. She was wearing these strappy high heel style sandals. They were nothing formal, but looked nice. After firing off a couple of photos, I asked her if she would take her sandals off. She obliged and we took a few more photos. While she was taking off her sandals, I very subtly fired off some close-up photos of her bare feet. All of the photos she knew about were not central to her feet directly. Every chance that I had, I took some more close-up shots of her feet. More than half of the roll I took were of her feet!

I was at her house for almost three hours taking photos. Before I left, I told her that I would let her know when they were ready. This way, I could thin them out ahead of time. A day or two after the photo session, I developed the film. When the photos were dry, I stacked them and left them on my desk. Two days later, I got a knock on the door. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. I peeked out and saw it was Maggie. Without thinking I said, “come on in.”

I continued about my business in the bathroom when I heard her say, “Hey, are these the pictures?”

I almost had a heart attack. I was afraid to leave the bathroom. I walked into my bedroom and saw that she was sitting on my bed flipping through the pictures. “Took a lot of pictures I see.”

“Yeah.” I responded.

“I don’t remember a lot of these obviously.” She said.

“I’m so sorry Maggie.” I pleaded.

“No it’s ok. I have never had someone sneak photos of my feet before.”

“It’s not what you think, I swear.” I pleaded.

“Yes, it is.”

“Huh?” I responded.

“You are infatuated with my feet, obviously. I’m not mad.” 

I smiled. She flipped through the pictures, skimming across what must have been somewhere around 15 pictures of just her feet. “Wow, for being pictures of my feet, they certainly are taken very well.” She teased.

“Well . . .  Uh thank you.”  I stammered out.

She slid her feet out of her shoes. Before me once again were these gorgeous and delicate little feet just out of my reach, again. “Ya know, I’ve always been curious about how it would feel to have my toes sucked, but my boyfriend has never wanted to do that.”

As soon as I heard the word boyfriend, a big red traffic light flashed in my mind. “Your boyfriend?” I nervously responded.

“Yeah, he’s a football typical jock type. In other words, tits and ass. But you’re the artsy type who enjoys different things, I can tell. Fetish is a known word in your vocabulary.” She said.

I laughed and said, “It’s quite a popular word in my vocabulary.”

“I guess so. For me, would you like to. . . Ya know. . . It could be our little secret?”

I began to think about these words. Then the picture of her boyfriend re-entered my mind. “I could face a lot of shit for this,” I thought to myself.

“For experimental purposes purely.”  She added with a smile.

“Well if it’s just for experimenting purposes, I would be glad to help.” I stated with a grin.

She had me sit down next to her on the bed. She turned to me and rested a foot in my lap.

“Are you nervous?” I asked her.

“Well, sort of.”

“Well if you’d rather not.” I replied.

“No, let’s do this. I really want you to.”

I lifted her foot off of my lap and she straightened out her ankle, bringing her toes to a sort of point, aiming at me. I lightly kissed the tip of her big toe and she smiled with a bit of a blush. I absorbed her big toe into my mouth, sloshing my tongue all around it. I lifted her foot up a little more and slid my tongue up and down her sole in a medium speed in fluent and caressing motions. She giggled a little bit as she rotated her ankle around giving almost a playful tease to it.

As I moved my tongue across her toes, they immediately stretched them apart, allowing me full access around each toe. Whenever I looked up at Maggie, she was watching in this position of curiosity and intrigue to what I was doing. With careful eyes, Maggie watched me lick her soles and kiss her ankles. I had been waiting for a chance to do that for I don’t know how long. As I licked certain parts of her foot, sometimes she’d laugh. Sometimes she’d straighten out her foot. Sometimes she’d stretch her toes out, and sometimes she’d push her foot at me harder, almost as if she was craving more.

I took her foot out of my mouth and asked, “How are you feeling? Is it what you were hoping?”

“Don’t stop. Come on boy.” She said bringing her foot to my mouth again.

Using my mouth, I attacked her soles with all my desire. She laughed as her hair fell in her face while I soaked her soles with my saliva.

“I think you are actually making me ticklish. I never was before,” she told me as her little foot lightly twitched with my devouring actions. I guess she noticed the visible erection in my pants because I almost died when I heard her ask with curiosity and in a teasing voice, “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“I think I might.” I mumbled with her foot in my mouth.

“Take it out then. It’s okay. This is all experimental.”

I followed her command and took out my throbbing cock. Just then, she rubbed my cock with her saliva soaked foot. Almost instantly I shot hot cum all over that foot. Her face took on this absolutely surprised look as I covered her foot with my hot cum. Maggie then pulled her foot up to her face and begin licking my semen off of her foot. I grabbed her a towel so that she could further dry her foot. Just then, her boyfriend’s car appeared in the driveway to pick her up.

“Oh, look at that. There’s my ride.” She stood up, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and then grabbed her things to leave. And that was one of the greatest days of my life!!

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