Teenage Feet, Part 2
(Posted on Tuesday, June 26, 2001)
This story was submitted by Bob.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Teenage Feet, Part One.

So I suggested to Lauren's mom that she have Lauren apply to the Miss America Pageant as she is that gorgeous.

As we were talking, I discreetly checked out her feet. She is very tall with very long legs and I guessed she was about a size 10. Her feet were perfect, with smooth rounded heels and very high arches. Her frosty salmon toes were perfectly proportioned. She was wearing white strappy sandals to match her short white skirt which displayed her feet perfectly.

We parted briefly so that I could spend some time with the grown ups, but I told her that I would join her and her friends later to talk.

Later, I walked over to her table where she and her friends were seated as they were talking. Amazingly, as I sat down, Lauren was talking about how often she paints her toenails now that summer was here. I thought, "I didn't even have to bring up the subject myself."

So I asked, "Did I miss something?"

Lauren replied that she was telling everyone that she paints her toes a couple of times a week during summer. So then I asked all the other girls how often they painted their toenails. I got answers that ranged from "every month" to "every day."

So I asked why they painted their toes in the first place. The answers ranged from, "it looks nice" and "it's in" until we got to Lauren.

Lauren said, "So guys will notice my feet."

I felt a surge of excitement run through my cock as I sat at the table. The tablecloth covered my ever increasing erection. So acting dumb, I asked, "Do guys REALLY notice your feet?"

"Oh yeah," they all agreed.

"Why is that?" I continued, hoping to bring up the subject of foot fetishes.

Most of them didn't know, but a couple said, "Because some guys like feet."

Then Lauren said it. "Some guys have a foot fetish."

Still playing dumb, I asked, "What is that?"

She said, "They really like feet," and said it in such a way that everyone else giggled. This went on for a while, but I was so hard that I had to relieve myself. I couldn't take it. So I excused myself to take care of things.

Since we had driven some distance and it was late, Lauren's mom would be asking us to stay over. I could have a close look at Lauren's frosty peach toes close-up as she slept oblivious to my smelling of her feet and giving them light pecks as I relayed in my story,  "My Friend's Daughter's Feet."

So let me hear from all of you legal teens about your foot experiences, especially with older guys.

Take care, Bob