Early Foot Loving
(Posted on Thursday, July 12, 2001)
This story was submitted by Ed Havlec.

When I was younger I had a fascination with women's feet. I don't know exactly how it started, but I loved feet. I would follow sandaled feet around the supermarket and stare, not really knowing what I wanted to do with them ... just wanting them. I never had an opportunity to worship any tootsies until my aunt came to visit.

Aunt Jane was older than my mom. She had just gone through a divorce and she came to stay with us until she could find an apartment nearby. She was an average looking woman with long black hair and brown eyes. She had an average figure, but when she took her shoes off I began to notice her soft, very pretty feet. They were about a size six with cute toes and arched, wrinkled soles. I would sit near them whenever possible.

One night my folks went out and Aunt Jane stayed home with me. As we watched a movie on televison, Jane kicked off her slippers and started to rub her feet together. I got down on the floor and laid down near them. The sight of her rubbing the soles across her feet hypnotized me. I wasn't watching the movie, just her feet! I don't know what came over me, but I slid over against her legs and stroked her feet with my hand.

A minute or so went by without a comment from her, so I just kept stroking each foot. Suddenly I heard her say, "I'll give you just three hours to stop that!"

I looked up at her and she smiled at me. "Wow," I thought. "She likes me doing this."

I wiggled over and lifted her left foot into my lap, slowly sroking it. I heard her sigh and lean back in the couch. Then she said, "Wait a minute, honey." She shifted her postion and lifted both of her feet, resting her calves on either side of my head. Both of her feet were now right in front of my head, where I could easily grab them. "That's better," I heard her say.

With both hands I gently massaged her feet. My excitement grew as I caught a whiff of her gentle foot aroma. She wiggled her toes and firmly held my head between her calves. Her soft shaved legs felt wonderful against my cheeks. I could feel the blood pumping in my head and a pleasurable tingling sensation in my groin. We sat like this for a long time while I explored her toes and soles with my fingers. She got up to use the bathroom and when she returned she told me to get up on the couch.

I sat at the end and she settled in across from me. She laid back, swung her legs up and rested her feet on my chest! "I love it when you rub my feet honey." She said. With that my groin stirred again and I once more began rubbing her soles.

After a few minutes, her breathing became louder and I could tell that she was falling asleep. I was getting an uncontrollable urge to have her feet, so I wiggled down until they were right in front of my face and I pressed my lips against her sole. AHHH, the smell was incredible and the feel of those wrinkles across my lips sent shivers through me! I buried my face in her warm ,soft feet and kissed and smelled them for an hour. From time to time she would sigh and shift her position. but then she would extend her legs and place her feet on my face. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as I pushed my nose into those lttle toes!

We each went to bed when my parents got home. The next night I waited until everyone had been asleep a while and I walked into Aunt Jane's room. She was asleep, so I lifted her bedsheet and crawled in. It was pitch dark and I couldn't see anything, but my body was quivering with excitement and pleasure again. I moved a little and my cheek came to rest against her soft knee. I ran my lips down her legs until I found her instep and I started to kiss and smell her foot.

Just then I heard Aunt Jane giggle and say, "You can't get enough of my feet, can you honey?"

I laughed and she turned and rested her feet on either side of my head. As I lifted her sole onto my face she said, "I could get used to this! Will you come over and do this for me when I get my apartment?"

"Yesph," I tried to say with her heel covering my mouth.

She laughed and settled in for a night of foot worship. God, it was pleasurable laying under her soft feet and smelling every nook and cranny!

I would get plenty of other opportunties to worship her feet as well as the feet of my mom's friend, an older lady down the block named Betty. Her feet had some callouses on them, but she used them for more than what my aunt did! But that's another story for later.

Keep lovin' those feet, guys.

Ed