A Foot Lover's Dream
(Published on Sunday, March 30, 2003)
This story was submitted by Joseph.

My girlfriend Lynne and I are both divorced, and we have our own places. We have kept it that way because, not only do we have two places to chose from, but we have our own private spaces as well. As soon as our relationship got intimate, I told her about my desire to lick her feet. Lynne had never meet anyone before who had a foot fetish, so the questions just kept coming. I didn't want to tell her anything she didn't want to hear.

I told her, "There has to be a physical attraction before I can do that." What bullshit but it worked.

I told her that it was an old fashioned fetish, and tha I use only my hands and mouth. She asked me if this was something I would like to do with her. That was music to my ears as Lynne has size 10, well carved feet with very high arches.

My response to Lynne's question was, "When and where?"

She said, "What's wrong with here and now?"

I spent a good hour licking every inch of her soft sexy soles, and during that time she didn't move an inch, nor did she even speak. When I was done, she said to me, "Is that it?"

I asked her if she would like me to do it some more, and she told me that she would like that. After I was done for the second time, Lynne told me that I could do that to her any time, any where. She got off when I licked her feet in public places, such as in a park or on a beach. I wouldn't go to town on her feet. I would be discreet about it.

We were camping in West Virginia while on our way to Florida. The campground was not busy as it usually was throughout the week. We were set up about fifty yards away from the next occupied site, which was a crew of two women, I would say in their late thirties. After we set up camp, Lynne spread out a sleeping bag outside the tent to catch some rays. She fell asleep on her tummy and the two ladies were facing us in lawn chairs. I laid down by Lynne's feet, and pulling no stops, I devoured her feet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the ladies watching. I burried the whole heel of her right foot in my mouth, licked my way down her soles, and picked up her foot and took all five toes, and as much of her foot as I could. I noticed that these ladies' chairs were still in the same position, and their eyes were glued to what I was doing. Later, as I was walking to the campsite store, I ran into the ladies. They both gave me a big smile and we had small talk. Nothing was said about what they had seen.

I told Lynne about it the next day, and she said, "Why didn't you wake me up for that?"

Lynne spoke to the women that day and they told her that they we were on our way to Daytona Beach as well. The ladies didn't say anything to Lynne about what they had seen. All they wanted to know was if they could follow us the rest of the way.

Part Two to come ...

Joseph  heellicker@mailcity.com