My Girlfriend’s Niece’s Old Tennis Shoes
(Published on Saturday, October 19, 2002)
This story was submitted by Robert Tarin.

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

The long hot summer was just about over. I spent most of the time over at my girlfriend’s house, and I was continuously tormented by her niece’s long, tan, and beautiful legs. It had been a while since I had spent those wonderful few moments with her freshly removed and smelly socks held under my nose, and I thought I’d never have a chance like that again.

This young girl spent most of those hot summer days in shorts and t-shirts, and on her feet she wore those white, and now well-worn tennis shoes, no socks, but just those sexy size nine feet slipped into them. She would walk around all day, and for hours at a time, those shoes never came off her feet. One day my girlfriend and I were sitting in the living room watching the television. In walks her niece. She took a seat across from us and instantly began untying the laces from those shoes. I glanced every now and then between watching the television and watching what she was doing.

Those white tennis shoes didn’t quite come off of that young girl’s feet right away. First she untied one of them, and spent a few minutes watching what was on the television while still leaving the other shoe tied. I didn’t know if she was doing this on purpose, this little teasing act she was doing with her shoes because she knew I was watching, but I sort of felt like she was.

I tried focusing on what was on the television, but it was no use. It was like I was watching a blank screen because all I had on my mind was the little show my girlfriend’s niece was putting on across the room. The tip of her left foot was now at the heel of her right one, and now I knew that the first shoe was about too come off. It took only seconds, and it seemed like she had a hard time getting that first shoe off, and with the amount of sweating I’m sure her feet were doing, I’m sure that was the reason why.

She now sat there on that small sofa, her long tan leg stretched out on the footstool, that sexy, pale and sweaty looking foot calling out for my hungry nose. Every so many seconds her toes opened and closed, no doubt welcoming the cool wind that was blowing in from the open sliding glass door and cooling off her hot foot.

Not much else happened that afternoon. I had to sit there the rest of it, content with only watching those sexy feet, imagining their smell and just how sweat-coated they were. It was only a few weeks later that I was treated to a pleasant surprise, and it happened while I went to throw out the trash for my girlfriend.

I noticed one day that my girlfriend’s niece had gotten a new pair of shoes. They weren’t to my liking, but they gave me the chance to check out her feet a little better as they were sandals. I didn’t know if she was ever going to wear those white tennis shoes anymore, or if she still had them. I hadn’t had the opportunity to snoop around and see if I could find them, but that night as I took out some trash for my girlfriend, and as I looked into that trash container, there it was. That new shoe box sitting right there on top of the other trash.

I kind of moved that box around a bit, and I did feel something in it. I didn’t open it though, and the fact that it was getting kind of dark out gave me the chance to take that box to my car. I didn’t open it just then, but for the rest of the night that I was there at my girlfriend’s house, I wondered just what my girlfriend’s niece had thrown out in that shoe box. Were those old, smelly tennis shoes of hers waiting for me inside that shoe box?

I finally left my girlfriend’s house that evening, rather excited on the drive back home, as I had that shoe box sitting there on the floor of my car. I still hadn’t opened it yet and was waiting until I got home to do it. I had anticipated what was in the shoe box long enough. With trembling hands, I finally removed the lid to that shoe box, and there they sat, those well-worn white tennis shoes. The odor hit my nostrils the minute the lid came off that box, and as I reached in and grabbed one of the shoes, that seemed so tiny in my hands, I inspected the inside of it.

From the profuse sweating those sexy feet were doing, and from wearing them with no socks, my girlfriend’s niece’s feet left her imprint of her sexy feet in both of those shoes, and the smell of those shoes was unbelievable!

I couldn’t take it much longer. The pent up sexual frustration those shoes were causing me, the memories that lingered in my memory, all those times I watched as that girl walked around the house in these shoes, the time I enjoyed them, and her smelly socks just about the time she had first gotten them, that little show she put on for me while my girlfriend and I watched television; I was just about to unleash that frustration into one of her shoes.

As I held one of the shoes up to my nose, making sure to loosen up the laces a little more, giving me better access into it, I inserted my hard cock into the other shoe. Back and forth I pulled on my hard cock, slow at first, then faster and faster. I imagined those sexy size nine feet while I inhaled the pungent scent that lingered on inside that well-worn shoe. I couldn’t take it much longer, as I now looked into the shoe that I held up to my nose, that wonderful dark imprint that sexy foot had left, the sensation the other shoe gave me as I stroked it along my hard cock.

Just then torrents of my hot cum began to explode from deep with in me and coat the inside of that white tennis shoe. I thought my orgasm would never end, but when it did I finally took my now softening cock out of it. I looked inside and could now see the thick coating of sperm I had shot into it. I quickly poured and wiped out all the cum that was in that shoe. I didn’t want it to take away the wonderful foot scent that was left in it by that wonderfully sexy pair of female feet. Now I had something that that came off of my girlfriend’s niece’s sexy feet, and I would no longer have to rely on just my imagination.