Remembering Sweet Cindy
(Posted on Sunday, May 20, 2001)
This story was submitted by John H, the foot fetishism King.

Just about every guy with a passion for beautiful female bare feet has probably at one time or another known a girl that lets just say, had a great personality, but not the best of good looks. Now I`m no male model myself, so I guess looks are definitely in the eyes of the beholder. This story is about Cindy, a really nice girl that I met my last year in college. We had a couple of classes together, but we never talked to each other. That all changed one day while I was bicycling in a nearby park.

I noticed Cindy jogging, so I rode over just to say hello. A very good description of Cindy would be your very average looking girl. She had brunette short hair, around 5`4" or so, and she was about 120 lbs. There was no real physical attraction shared between us at the time, but over the semester we developed a great friendship and on occasion we would study together. Because Cindy wasn`t exactly my ideal dream girl, I didn`t pay hardly any attention to what kinds of shoes she ever wore or her feet. Well, fortunately that all changed one Saturday afternoon.

I lived off campus with two roommates who had gone out. I thought it was just another normal day until Cindy rang my door bell. I must say that I was a little surprised to see her. "Hi John. I was out running this morning and I think I`ve sprained my foot. Could I come in for a second?"

"Sure," I said. "Come on in and have a seat." I went to the bathroom to see if we had a icebag or something. When I returned, Cindy was sitting on the couch and she had begun untying her tennis shoes. My throat suddenly got stuck at the thought that I was about to see her foot. She pulled her shoe off and began massaging her damp socked foot. Having a major foot fetish, I couldn't help but to stare at Cindy`s ankle high sock and just imagine what her bare feet looked like. That`s about when she pulled off her sock, exposing the most beautiful foot that I had ever seen. Her bare foot looked be about a size 6 or maybe a 7 at the most. I watched, thinking, "this is too much of a good thing for this early in the day."

Cindy flexed her foot and cute plump toes back and forth. I was hypnotized by the way she used her hand to knead the high arch of her right foot. I just couldn`t hold back any longer so, I uttered to her, "Say, can I massage it for you?"

"Huh? Oh, that's okay. I don`t want to get my stinky foot all over you."

"No, really Cindy, I don`t mind." I quickly sat down next to her and began massaging her soft warm foot. The wonderful scent of her bare foot filled my nostrils. Cindy giggled a little and laid back on the couch while she watched me. I was practically drooling over her foot. I massaged every inch, from her heel, ankle and the ball of her foot to each and every one of her cute toes. I could have done this for the rest of the day.

Cindy then looked at me and lifted the other foot. "Since you look like you are enjoying yourself, don`t forget this one."

"Of course not," I told her as I smiled! I put her right foot across my lap and then took hold of her left foot which was still encased in her shoe. I can`t explain the level of excitement as I unlaced her nike and pulled it off. Her sock was slightly damp and her foot smelled heavenly. I gave her foot a light little tickle as I removed the clinging sock. I don`t think she noticed, but the ball of her right foot was pressed slightly against my crotch. Having her bare feet together for the first time in my hands was incredible. Her feet looked so delicious and sexy! I continued my massage, rubbing every part of her feet, just enjoying their ultra baby soft feeling. Cindy then started to giggle.

I looked up at her and she was staring at the tent that had formed in my shorts. I blushed and pulled my shirt over myself. "Sorry," I tried to explain. I expected for her to move her feet from my hands, but she didn`t.

"You are one of those foot fetish guys," Cindy smiled and said.

Embarassed, my only reply to her was, "Hey, I just like beautiful feet."

She just laughed and again pressed her right foot near my crotch, only this time for real. That let me know she was now open to a lot more. And that`s just what I wanted to do. I stuffed half her left foot into my mouth. Her toes wriggled against the back of my mouth. Cindy was squealing with laughter. I ran my tongue over each toe, sucking them like a baby to a bottle. Her laughter began to soon change to soft moans of delight as she then closed her eyes and arched her back slightly. Her right foot continued working around my now throbbing cock. "God, that feels good," Cindy mumbled.

My cock was also feeling pretty good and it began to jump and twitch. I continued to grind my hips against her bare foot. All the while I kept licking the instep of her left foot and tasting each part of it individually.

"Do my other foot now," she purred.

I obeyed, and lifted her other foot to my mouth. Her left foot, which was very slippery from my tongue, found it`s way down to my crotch, which was still protruding from the top of my shorts. At this point I needed to cum very badly. I asked Cindy if I could please cum on her feet. With hunger and lust in her eyes, she took her hand and put it inside my shorts. Squeezing my hardness in her hand caused me to moan out her name. Once she had my cock free and exposed, Cindy paused to take a look at it before placing her foot on its head. Soon enough both of her magic feet found their place around my shaft. I used my hands to pump her gripping feet up and down until the first streams of my seed shot straight up, missing their intended target.

I held her feet even tighter now, making sure that the second blast coated as much of her feet as possible. After what was one of the absolute best footjobs that I had ever had, Cindy and I later fucked each other like there was no tommorow. We dated throughout our senior year.

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John H. ( the foot fetishism King )