Jackie's Feet
(Published on Wednesday, October 16, 2002)
This story was submitted by Robert Tarin.

To read this author's 1st story, click Smelly Socks.

I knew that as soon as I spent a little more time on this new job that I would get a chance too smell this lady’s feet. It started out one day when I went for this job interview that a friend had told me about that I met Jackie. She along with this guy that would later be in charge of my daily work duties was the one that interviewed me. I couldn’t concentrate during the interview, as usual the first thing that I noticed as soon as I saw her were her feet. Well, I didn’t actually see her feet at first, maybe a few minutes into the interview she started doing what most women do when sitting at their desks, she subconsciously started playing with her shoes under her desk, taking her feet out of them every so often, and stretching her toes wide as if too get the circulation back into them after being confined all day in those shoes.

Jackie wasn’t that good looking of a woman; well at least I didn’t think so at first. But as the days went by and I spent a little more time getting too know her, I became more attracted to her. I was twenty-five at the time, and she was maybe in her early to mid thirties, a chubby Philipina lady with an angelic looking face. I would often go into her office, and each time that I did I was given another chance too enjoy her feet, her not even knowing, not yet that is.

On one occasion all the employees at my new job gathered in the office for a meeting. After the meeting was over Jackie, my boss and myself stayed and were talking amongst ourselves, nothing special, just small talk. As most conversations do, our talk lead into an uninhibited  conversation on sex. Now I’ve heard that Asian women have a high sex drive and are not shy when it comes to the subject of sex, and now I know that this is true. Jackie made me feel so at ease talking to her about sex that I went ahead and told her that I had a foot fetish. That didn’t seem too surprise her, she did look at me kind of funny and snicker at me though.

Days after that little conversation that we had, every time she had the chance she would look at me and laughingly call me, “Fetish.” That became my new nick name. One day I went into Jackie’s office to empty out the trashcans and there she stood, on top of a chair with her shoes off, hanging something up on the ceiling. She didn’t have any socks or stockings on, and the idea of me kneeling on the floor there in that office and taking a sniff at her bare feet crossed my mind. But certainly I wasn’t about to do that, I knew better.

Once during the summer, on what was a very hot day, I went into the office too enjoy the air conditioning that Jackie had on in there. I sat across the room from her, and we started making small talk. Suddenly from out of nowhere Jackie turns and looks at me and said that she couldn’t believe how hot and sweaty her feet were. She also said that I was probably so nasty that I probably would like the way that they smelled and the way that they were sweating. I didn’t say anything to her. I just kind of laughed it off and she said nothing more of the matter.

Later when I went home, I was thinking about what Jackie had said to me earlier that day. I replayed it over and over in my mind, and I thought about what might have happened if I had said to her that, "Yes, I did like sweaty and smelly feet. Would she have let me actually smell them?" I thought.

Weeks passed and Jackie didn’t call me that name anymore, or mention anything about my foot fetish like she had been doing. But I was about to find out that yes indeed, Jackie would let me smell her sweaty feet.

One day Jackie came to work and she didn’t look too well, could have been the heat, could have been something she ate, but nonetheless, she was complaining of a headache most of the day. In the afternoon I went into the office to do something and I noticed that Jackie wasn’t at her desk. I asked my supervisor if he knew where she was at. He told me that she went to lie down for a little while because of the headache that she had. I knew just where to look for her. We had this little extra room where the rest room was at, and we kind of converted it into a rest area with a bed and a television. I had a feeling that she would be in there, and that’s exactly where she was, lying down on the bed with a cold towel on her forehead.

I called out to her quietly. I didn’t know if she was awake or not, but she did answer me back. She asked me what I wanted and I said that I didn’t want anything, that I just came to see if she was feeling better. She said that she felt a little better, having taken a couple of aspirins. I told her if she needed anything, water, soda, something to eat, a massage, she should let me know. That’s when she asked me if I would really give her a massage. I told her that sure I would. I was actually just joking around with her when I was saying all those things, but the mention of a massage really did seem to get to her.

I asked her that if there was any special place that she would like for me to give her a massage at, and surprisingly to me she said that she wouldn’t mind it if I would massage her feet for her. I didn’t know what to say. She knew that I had a foot fetish, and now I was just wondering if she was now going to tease me about it, like I would get all excited and then she would take her feet away from me or something. But as I sat down at the bottom of the bed on which she was laying on, I was about ready to start with her foot massage when she turned over on her stomach and said for me to go ahead and start.

I sat there looking at her, mesmerized and excited. Here was this lady that I had only known for a short period of time, and she was about to let me massage her feet. "It couldn’t get any easier than this," I thought to myself.

Jackie was now laying there, her head resting on her folded arms, eyes closed, me not knowing if she was asleep or awake, but then she sort of asked out loudly what happened to her foot massage. I took her foot and I placed it in my lap. She was still wearing shoes. It was as if I was in a dream-like state. Everything was as if in slow motion. It wasn’t until I took off her shoe that reality finally popped back in. Her feet really stank. But I sat there rubbing her foot, using both hands to massage her soles. And they were real sweaty, just like she told me they would be, but I didn’t mind. I was actually getting turned on by what I was doing.

I bent her leg at the knee and I started massaging the muscle in the back of her leg, right below the knee. I didn’t know just what nice legs she had; her calve was as hard as a rock. I had her foot resting on my shoulder, and in that position all I had too do was turn my head a little bit and I could run my nose along the sole of her foot or place my nose up against her toes and take a whiff at the raunchy smell, and that’s just what I did.

I wasn’t paying much attention to Jackie, I didn’t know if she knew what I was doing or not. But I did the same to the other foot, and that one was also real sweaty and smelled just as bad. But in between sniffs, I caught myself actually licking the soles of Jackie’s foot. I guess while I was doing it I didn’t even notice for a while, but then I realized that I was doing this. I thought to myself that I hope Jackie didn’t notice that I did that. I finished up her massage and I called out to her. She lazily got up from the bed, put her shoes back on, and thanked me for the massage. She told me that she really enjoyed the foot massage, but she said that I probably enjoyed it more than she did.

I sat there for a while and thought about what I had just done. Every so often I would smell my hands and I noticed that they still smelled like Jackie’s feet. After about twenty minutes had passed, I finally got ready to go home. Jackie had already left for the day, so I wouldn’t get a chance too see how she acted until the next day.

For the next week or so Jackie never said anything to me about what I did. In fact, every time we joked around, she would take her shoe off and throw it at me. I would take it and pretend to hide it, but Jackie never came looking for me too ask for it back. It was as if she knew that I was off somewhere smelling it, and that’s exactly what I was doing.

A few months had passed and sadly Jackie was leaving to get married. She never said anything to me about those sort of special times, but I’m sure she enjoyed it as much as I did.