Weekend At Jane's
(Posted on Friday, February 2, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To tell the truth, I never realized how much of a foot fetish I had until I was around 19 years old. A close friend of my mother was getting married for the 2nd time and invited my mother and I along to stay that weekend for the big day on a Sunday. My mom’s friend was called Jane. She was around 43, but looked like she was in her early 30's and her feet were amazing.

What I find attractive the most about a woman’s foot are her toes, especially those painted in my favourite colours, glossy candy apple or blood red. I remembered since I was young that Jane had always painted her toes in those particular colours.

It was around 10 p.m. on a Friday night when we finally arrived. Jane opened the door and greeted us. I looked down at her feet automatically to see which of my favourite colours she had decided to wear that day. To my disgust, she was barefooted and not wearing any polish. My heart sank.

“Hi Daniel. Are you okay baby?” She asked.

I answered, “fine Auntie Jane,” even though I was pissed off.

“We are both kind of tired from the long trip. Do you mind if we hit the sack and catch up with old times tomorrow?” My mom asked.

“Please go ahead, Pam. Make yourself comfortable in the guestroom upstairs, and Daniel, you can take the leather sofa in the TV room.”

We all disappeared into our separate rooms and I made my bed on the large leather sofa in the front room. As I was about to fall asleep, Jane came in and turned on a side lamp and the TV. I pretended to be fast asleep as she called my name twice to see if I was bothered by her entrance. A familiar smell began to come from her corner of the room. I opened one eye and saw her sitting on the floor with her back towards me facing the TV. The familiar smell was none other than nail polish, and she was carrying out the ritual she had undertaken every Friday night as far back as I can remember of giving herself a pedicure.

I was so turned on by the smell and sight of her painting her nails in front of me that I pulled my cock out from my boxer shorts and began to jack off under the covers. All the time, her back was towards me. Then out of nowhere she made a comment, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to start pulling on that thing!” I just froze. “I know what you’re doing behind me under the covers, and I know why!” With that, she turned around and faced me while still sitting on the floor. She sat with her knees to her chin and toes facing me. I could see the wet polish shining with the side lamp reflection on each nail.

“Lift the covers,” she ordered. I immediately unveiled my swollen head that was dripping precum. She then told me to sit up straight in the sofa. She then placed her feet in my lap, laid on her back and began to jack me off with her feet. She gripped the base of my cock in between her first and big toe on her left foot, and used her right big toe to rub the tip of my cock. This feeling was amazing. She took some of the foot moisturiser that she was using as part of her pedicure and squeezed a healthy portion onto my dick to lubricate it. Placing my cock in between her soft soles, she began to pump up and down, gaining speed until she saw my balls clench like they were ready to fire a load.

With that, I got up and took charge. All those years of jacking off to holiday pictures of her in sandals, all those years of her sleeping over at our house and walking around barefoot with her polished toes gleaming at me, and all those years of dreaming of cumming on her feet added up to that instant. I held her right foot and placed her big toe into my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth while she jacked me off with her hand, feeling the shiny polish rub against my tongue. I took her big toe out of my mouth and rubbed my penis head against her wet toes until I came a ridiculously large amount all over those red nails. I came so hard that I could not close my legs for 3 and a half hours.

I was thinking to myself, “Jane, your Fiancé is a very lucky man!”