Joan's Smelly Wrinkled Soles
(Posted on Wednesday, February 27, 2002)
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One time, in my junior year (way before I knew Tina  :-)) I had an awesome foot fetish experience. In fact, this one was my favorite until I met Tina  :-). My school is very "clique-oriented"; since I was on the football team (I was second-string QB) and since I was ranked in the top 1% of the class, I was somewhat elevated in this position (though I was nowhere near as popular as the first-string QB, even though my ass was far better than him...). At the time, I went out with one of the cheerleaders for about a month and a half, and even though we never fully "sealed the deal", we did everything else possible, and even engaged in some light foot activity (Note: I never "confessed" my fetish to this girl, but she knew I got off on feet, if that makes any sense). Her name is Joan.

Now there isn't a whole lot to this story, but it still gets me aroused when I think about it. I always told her that her feet were "just as cute as the rest of her", but she always said that she thought feet were gross, and that I was just trying to make her feel good. Well about 2 weeks into our relationship, I went over her house to drink and make out. In our drunken haze, we talked about how much we liked each other, and how we would look past whatever shortcomings we might have.

Even in my haze, my fetish was still on the mind when we made an agreement: If we got to our one month anniversary, we would each have to prove our devotion to the other. Joan said that to prove it, she would make me dinner three days
straight. I said that to prove my devotion to her, I would smell her feet for half
an hour after she was finished cheering a game. She thought that that was unfair
since I liked her feet so much, but I pretended to be grossed out by foot odor, so she agreed that my test would be a strong one if I smelled her feet when they were all sweaty after a game.

Well the anniversary came, and Joan cooked me surprisingly good meals three nights in a row. That Saturday, I couldn't pay attention to most of the game watching Joan cheer and imagining the sweat on her feet. I came into the game for 7 plays on the last drive, and rushed 3 yards for a TD in our 41-17 win. After the game, I was driving Joan home and I said, "Well, I guess I have to smell your feet huh?"

Joan laughed and said, "Yup, for a whole half an hour!"

We got to her house and went upstairs to her bedroom as I tried to contain my giddiness. Joan sat on her bed with her green and white outfit on and stretched
her legs out on the carpet and said, "I'll let you do the honors!". I bent down and savored the view of her white high-top Reeboks on her tanned long legs. I slowly untied her shoes and carefully removed them.

Now was when I realized what she had done: She had purposely gone sockless for the game to increase the stench of her feet. I jokingly said, "You bitch!"

She laughed and said, "Oh well, if you don't smell them, I guess you don't love
me."

I pretended to be somewhat upset and said "O.K. fine let's do it."

I got down on my knees and looked at her perfect size 6 feet, with the hot pink nail polish on. I put my nose on her right foot and sniffed. They smelled like vinegar. I said "Wooooo" and pretended to be sickened, but I actually had a hard-on and was quite aroused.

I kept sniffing for about a minute, and then she said," I don't think that's good enough. I should put my feet on your face for the rest of the time if you really want to prove it!"

I said, "No! That's too much, I love you, but..."

Joan said, "Nope, I guess you don't."

I said, "Fine, then do it."

I laid on my back, and Joan gently placed her soft pink soles on my face and said, "There you go, don't they smell great?" and giggled. I was in utter ecstacy as Joan's vinegar smelling feet complete with toejam were on my face. I kept breathing quite deeply so that Joan thought I was proving myself when in actuality I was savoring the smell.

Joan began brushing her shoulder-length black hair and gently shuffled her feet on my face so that the toes of her left foot were now on my lips. I gently kissed her
big toe and she giggled and said, "25 minutes left." I was ecstatic! Then she dropped her brush and pressed her feet hard onto my face as she reached to grab it. Her toes pushed into my mouth, and I seized the opportunity to suck her toes,
getting a mouthful of toejam in the process.

Joan said, "Wow, not only are you absorbing all of the smell for me, but you actually wanna clean them too?"

That's when she noticed the bulge in my pants and said, "You like my toes? You like my toes in your mouth? Yeah? I'm gonna shove my whole foot down your throat!" I just murmured and she said, "You shouldn't be enjoying this. This is a test!" She took her foot out of my mouth and said "You can't suck on my toes right now! Just smell my feet!!"

For the next 20 minutes, Joan pressed her soft soles as hard as she could on my face and constantly moved them like she was snuffing out a cigarette.I had the taste of bitterness in my mouth, but I wasn't complaining.

Finally, the time was up, and Joan said, "Time's up. I guess you love me! I got up and we kissed and she said that my face smelled like feet now. She said that she was going to get a shower and to wait for her so we could go get some pizza after she was done.

As soon as the shower spigot went on, I opened her clothes closet and beheld all the pairs of shoes she had. I really liked this one pair of old Keds that she had. They smelled like her feet really bad and had the imprints of her soles in them. I grabbed them and went and threw them in my car trunk for later use:-) Then I went back and rubbed my dick all over a pair of open toed black sandals that she had. I rummaged through her hamper and found a pair of white ankle socks that were perfumed with her trademark vinegar smell. I put them in my pocket.

I knew I was gonna cum so I began smelling one of the sneakers she had taken off and jerked off into the other one. I squirted load after load into Joan's shoe until it all pooled up in the toe area. I quickly cleaned up and waited for Joan to come back. She soon did and I watched in ecstacy and awe as she put a pair of socks on and then put the cum-filled shoe on. We then went out, and she never said
anything about feeling anything wet in the shoe.

Unfortunately, we broke up a few weeks later, but we still remain best friends (we sometimes hook up), and will probably be together again someday. She has never mentioned the missing shoes or socks.