Deborah's Wrinkled Soles
(Posted on Saturday, April 28, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

Since I was fifteen, I had a thing for Deborah. She just had that look that makes you feel good all over. Her feet though, were what I really had the hots for. Her feet were awesome! Her arches were very well defined, her toes were well pedicured and she always wore some shade of red nail polish. But her soles captivated me the most! All those wonderful, soft-looking wrinkles! Just by looking at them, I could almost feel their silky softness.

Now, I don't know what it is about wrinkled soles that drives me wild, but they are definitely the major aspect of my foot fetish. Deborah was a college student at the time I first met her. She was studying to be a teacher. She sat in my tenth grade class as she observed and took notes. She would sit in a desk near me, always in the same place. She almost always wore clogs, slides, or thong sandals, except on rainy days when she would wear sneakers. I would be so disappointed when it rained.

With me also having a major shoe fetish, I also admired her wonderful taste in shoes. Clogs have always been my favorite and only added to the pleasure of looking at her feet. At home I would masturbate as visions of Deborah's soles ran through my mind. She was 24 during my senior year and had just begun teaching. We had come to know each other very well and we became friends. I was so self conscious over my thing for feet that I dared not mention it to her. I had no idea at the time that there was even such a thing as a foot fetish. I thought I was a nut or something for liking feet.

The spring of my senior year had arrived. I was not looking forward to missing Deborah. She became much more than just a foot show for me. She became a dear friend whom I trusted very much. On afternoon in May I told her how much I would miss her and that I wish I could fail so that I could stay in school just to be near her. She looked at me and smiled ever so gently. She asked me my age. I told her that I had just turned eighteen that March. She said, "Good, then I can give you your present now."

I had no idea what she was talking about. She asked me to follow her to her apartment which I did without hesitation. When we arrived, she asked me to sit down and she brought me a coke. She then sat at the other end of the couch and slid her right foot out of her sexually stimulating brown leather clog. She crossed her leg so that her arch and sole were visible to me. My eyes were fixed upon that wrinkled sole!

She said, "It is called a foot fetish and it is completely normal."

"What?" I responded.

She replied, "You like feet. I have seen you staring at mine." I admitted to it. She went on saying, "There is nothing wrong with it and I want to make you happy today." She spun around, placing those beautiful feet in my lap and said, "They are yours today, sweetheart."

I went wild! I immediately grabbed her feet and gently placed her heel against the bulge in my pants. I rubbed my dick through my pants with her heels as I carressed every inch of those wonderfully soft wrinked soles. I thought that I was going to burst into flames from the inside as she curled her feet under, making her soles even more wrinkly!

She then said, "Take it out!"

I did so eagerly. She then wrapped her soft soles around my dick and slowly massaged it as I continued to feel what I could of the wrinkled skin of her arches. As I was doing this, her fingers were busy down in her pants. She leaned back and moaned as her body shuttered. I was feeling the same sensation come over me as I began to thrust upward into her feet. Hot white cum soon exploded out onto her soft wrinkled arches!

The afternoon turned into evening and I did her feet again and again. I did it every way I had ever dreamed about. I laid on top of them and humped them several times, and I even fucked several pair of her shoes. I knew that this would be a one time thing, so I made the best of every minute. When the night was over, I asked her if there were a pair of her shoes that I could have. She gave me a nice pair of brown leather clogs that I still have to this day. I keep the leather well conditioned. I take almost as good of care of those clogs as I would if they were Deborah herself. I will never forget her! Thanks to her, I can feel comfortable about my fetish.