In the Bookstore
(Posted on Friday, March 22, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously.

This is a true story of mine that took place a few years ago.

One day, I was in a bookstore just browsing around, when I turned the corner and noticed out of the corner of my eye a woman putting her foot back into her high-heeled shoe. THAT certainly got my attention, so I made my way over, hopefully to catch another glimpse of her foot. She was a pretty woman, although aged between 40 - 50, with short blond-colored hair, and wore a brown business
suit with brown heels to match.

As I moved closer, she again removed another graceful foot from her beautiful heels and placed it on the soft, lush carpet of the store. Oh, how I wanted her foot so much! I picked up a stupid cookbook and pretended to read it in order not to appear too obvious, but my desire got the better of me. It was a good thing that the store was practically deserted. I got on my knees and just looked at her foot and her exposed shoe for a few seconds. Then I bent down a little further and placed my nose a few inches from her foot and just took one long sniff at her arched foot. It smelled so good and heavenly! I felt like I had just died and gone to paradise!

Then I became bolder and got the courage to do more. I bent down a little further and began to sniff the peach-colored insoles of her shoe. I also kissed and voraciously licked the insoles as if it was the last meal of my life. It seemed that the lady either didn't care about or didn't know what I was doing, or perhaps she unconsciously enjoyed this attention!

All of a sudden, however, as I was busy sniffing and licking her succulent shoe, her foot came right down on the top of my head! I froze - I didn't know what to do or what to expect! The woman then removed her foot from my head in apparent shock and looked furiously at me. I apologized and beads of sweat began to appear on my forehead. But she seemed to understand, and a smile appeared on her face.

Boy, was I relieved! She motioned to me to get off the floor, and when I stood up, still apologizing, she first covered my mouth with her soft hand; she looked into my eyes in a concerned, maternal manner, and saw that I wasn't a pervert or anything, but that I just possessed a genuine fondness for female feet. She then gave a kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to me, and walked out.

Unfortunately, we never spoke a word to each other, partly because of my fear and her surprise. I still stood there stunned for a few moments, but I woke myself up from my stupor and rushed out from the store, realizing that I was supposed to meet my sister in a few minutes. This was one of the greatest experiences of my life!