Drunk Rose
(Published on Wednesday, January 8, 2003)
This story was submitted by Toby.

I was out bar hopping with some friends one Saturday night a few years back when I had a pretty awesome expirience that I would like to share.

I got really drunk, and decided to call it a night earlier than everyone else. We set out to pick up girls, but it wasn't really happening, and as horny as I was, in this state, I was not too likely to impress anyone.

So I set out for home. It was less than a mile, and I figured that the fresh air would do me good.

I was just a few blocks from the bar I had just left when I got to a corner to wait for the light. As I stood there, I heard someone approaching. I looked back to see that it was a woman who looked like
she was ten times drunker than I was. She was not walking straight, and even looked like she would fall a few times.  I sort of chuckled, and watched.

As she got next to me to wait, I glanced down and saw that she was wearing slingbacks. That was nice to see. The night had not been too great for foot viewing.

When the light changed, I fumbled for a minute to light a cigarette, and let her go ahead of me, so I
could watch her heels as she walked.

She looked a bit older than I was. I was twenty one, and I would have guessed her to be in her thirties.

She was petite, around 5'4" and couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. From what I could tell, her feet were small too. I would guess size five.

She was dressed for the bars. Tight shorts that barely covered her ass, and a tight fitting blouse. She was very good looking. She would have looked trashy in my book had she not been cute. Her hair was jet black, it looked so black that it could have been dyed. But she was also very tan, so maybe it was natural.

I followed a bit behind her, watching her, and wondering what her feet looked like. Judging from her
heels that were showing out of her slingbacks, they were probably pretty nice. Her heels looked to be very smooth and petite. I was fantasising about how they would fit so perfectly into my mouth, and starting to feel myself getting hard at the thought, when I was snapped out of fantasy land by her turning around and speaking to me.

"What are you smoking?" she asked.

"Uhh, Marlboro," I lamely replied.

"Pisser. If you had a joint, Then we'd be talking," she said and turned back around to continue her zig
zag route to where ever it was that she was going.

Truth is, I did have some weed on me, but I hated to smoke it when I was drunk, because I always end up sick when I do. But in this case, it may be worth it to be sick.

"I think that I may be able to come up with a J or two," I said to her.

She stopped, turned around and put her arm around me and said, "Alright! You get to be my Saturday night hero!"

We stumbled like that for a few minutes, I introduced myself, and she said that her name was Rose. I asked what she did, and she said that she is a loan officer at a bank. She asked what I did, and I said that I was still a student and working odd jobs to make ends meet.

We got a little farther from the downtown area and I asked where we should go to smoke, because I still had to roll them.

She said that if I wanted to hang for a bit, we could go to her place.

Awesome. I was hoping that she would say that. Maybe she would kick off her shoes, and I could at least get a glimpse of her feet.

She lived in an apartment that used to be a house. The place was partitioned into about six other apartments. Hers was on the second story. She went up first, and I followed. It was dark, so I was straining to get a better look at her foot. It was hot. Her foot was merely inches from my face.

I wanted so bad to just lean in and lick one of her heels, and I was drunk enough that I might have, had I not been pretty sure I could at least see her feet bare later on.

We got up the stairs, and into her place. It was small but nice. She tossed her keys on the table and told me to grab a seat, and she would get her tray.

I sat on the couch and started to get the papers and stuff ready. I was hoping that she would kick off her shoes wherever she was getting her tray from, but when she came back, no luck. She still had her shoes on, but that wasn't so bad. They weren't too bad to look at.

She sat down next to me and I rolled one up. We talked about different things while puffing on the
joint. The whole time I would try to get quick glances at her feet. In the light I could see that she had painted her fingernails a deep burgandy. It looked awesome in contrast to her tan skin.

"Wow. I dig the nails!" I said, hoping to steer the coversation towards her feet.

"Thanks! I spend a lot of time on them. I can't stand bad nails! I see women who just slop nail polish onto their fingers and toes and think, Why do they even bother?!?" She said.

"Are your toes the same color?" I asked, starting to get excited at the thought of her even talking about her feet.

"Yeah. I find that this color looks the best with my skin color," she said as she started to slip off one
of her shoes.

Her foot was very tan and the color of her nails looked hot in contrast to her tan. I was drooling at her dainty little foot. I wasn't sure where to go from there. I really wanted to at least touch her feet, but didn't want to freak her out. It was still too early to tell where tonight was headed.

I said, "Wow. That color makes your toes look like candy!"

She laughed and said, "That is too wierd! You are the second guy who has told me that this week!"

"Oh really? I guess it is true then," I said.

"Guess so," She laughed.

She slid the other shoe off and brought her feet up to the couch and curled them under her. I now could see a bit of her soles. Being tan, it made her soles look creamy and white.

Man, I had to find a way to get those hot little feet into my mouth! I wasn't sure if I should blow it by
just grabbing her foot, or if I should take it slow and see what happens. I was weighing the options. I
didn't know her, and if I freaked her out, she would simply tell me to go, and that would be that. But I decided to play it cool for a bit longer and see what came up.

We chatted for a bit. I found out that she is single, or rather uncommitted. She sees people, but won't get herself tied down. That was good news.

As we were chatting, she asked if we could take a few hits out of one of her bongs. I had a good buzz going, and knew that this would be too much for me, but if she was game, I wasn't going to peter out!

She pulled out this evil looking bong that had a turn handle for the power hit. I was almost afraid to hit it, but I did.

It almost killed me. I coughed until my head tingled. She lauged at me and called me a lightweight, and took her hit. It hit her as bad as me, and I gave her some trouble for it.

I was now fried. I was drunk on top of everything, and now this!  She collapsed back into the couch, and I did too.

We sat back staring at the celing and she was talking, but I was having a hard time following what she was even saying.

She was going on about some band that she likes, and I was trying to listen and keep from letting the
spinning room make me sick.

I excused myself to the bathroom where I splashed water on my face to try to sober up a bit. It helped a little, but I was messed up more than I wanted to be. I took a minute and composed myself, and went back out to the living room, and saw a beautiful site.

There was Rose with her bare feet propped up on the arm of the couch, and she was passed out.

I wasn't sure what to do. She looked like she wasn't likely to recover and we had not discussed what I was going to do. It was now 3:30 AM and I could go home, but if I did, I had to at least cop a feel of those gorgeous little feet that were on display.

I came back into the room and sat on the floor in front of the couch. I started gathering my things and
saw that her little slingbacks were right next to me.

I eyed them for a minute and decided to pick one up and gently lift it to my nose. I inhaled the delicious scent, and felt my penis jump to life.

I had to get closer to those feet! So I inched closer to them, still holding her shoe.

I slowly leaned in. My nose just barely touched the ball of her foot, and I could feel the warmth radiating off of them. Her feet had a sweet smell to them. They smelled faintly of her shoes, but I could tell that she had sprayed just a hint of perfume on them, or had used some sort of lotion fairly recently.

Wow! I was in pure heaven. I wanted so bad to just dive in and go to town on her feet, but didn't want to wake her, so I kept my nose just barely on her sole, and moved around smelling each part of it. I very lightly stuck my tongue out and touched her foot with it. The slight saltiness was almost too much
to take.

When I did that she stirred a little and opened her eyes. I jumped back and made like I was getting my stuff.

"What are you doing?" She groggily asked.

"Getting my stuff. I thought you were done for, and was going to go," I said.

"I mean with my shoe?" she said. I had forgotten to drop it. Now here I was sitting on the floor clutching one of her shoes, busted.

"I don't know. I was just looking. I think they are pretty," I very lamely replied.

"Sure you do," she said as she rolled over.

Now she was facing the back of her couch, with the bottoms of her feet on the couch, but still visble.

"Rose?" I said.

"Just make sure they are still here in the morning, and try not to tickle," she mumbled, and went back to sleep.

Shit! Did I hear her right?!? I wasn't really sure how to proceed.

I watched her for a minute, and she was for sure out cold. I reached in and touched her foot again. No reaction. So I pulled them both closer to the edge of the couch, and leaned in for a smell. This time I inhaled deeply and pressed my face into both feet with a bit more force.

I slowly ran my tongue around her soles. Still no reaction, so I moved to her toes.

I was rock hard already, and finaly getting to put her sweet little toes into my hungry mouth only made it more so. I sucked each of her toes, taking time on each one, coating them with my saliva.

I went back to her soles. This time taking long wet licks that started at her heels, and went up the
length of her feet.

I was in a footlicking frenzy. Her feet were a foot guys dream. I had only hoped to be able to see her feet, and here I was with my face burried in them, and they were soaking wet from my tongue.

She wasn't moving, but I wasn't positive that she was asleep anymore. I don't know how she could have been. I didn't care though. If she told me to stop, I would, but it wouldn't take but a second to blow my load.

My cock was twitching and leaking precum in my pants. I so badly needed to stroke it.

At this time in my life, I had only had three experiences where I was able to indulge my foot fetish, so I was beyond ecstasy, and knew it wasn't going to last long. I pulled my aching, leaky dick free with one hand, and grabbed her ankles with the other. Holding her feet together like that and seeing both soles coated with my saliva, set me over the edge.

I put my face to her feet, and licked her heels, and worked up the soles, and pumped my cock twice, and could feel years of repressed lust boil up from my balls, and exit with such force that I almost cried out. I pointed my exploding dick towards her shoes on the floor and buried my face in her feet, and rode it out.

When my orgasm subsided, I pulled my pants up, and my cock still was twitching fo a good ten minutes after that. I cleaned up a bit, but took care to leave her shoes as they were. I gathered my stuff, and started for the door, and heard Rose say, "For that, you better smoke me up and take me shoe shopping next weekend!"

"For that, anything," I said.

"See you next weekend," I told her as I walked out the door.

The walk home took what seemed like hours. I could still taste the saltiness from her feet in my mouth
which had me turned on again. Needless to say, I was up the rest of the night reliving that experience until I was sore.