Wanting Ann's Feet
(Published on Monday, July 7, 2003)
This story was submitted by John ( the foot fetishism KING ).

This story goes back to 2001. David and Ann lived next door to me. They were one of those couples that married each other straight out of high school. Over time we had become very good friends. David was a nice guy with an outgoing personality. Ann was a real sweetheart and somewhat quiet, but not your typical girl next door. Ann was much more reserved than David, except when she started drinking. I figured that David had to be a leg man because Ann`s legs were long. Of course, I would often wonder what her bare feet might look like. Then one summer day, I saw Ann barefoot. Wow, her feet were perfect! They were smooth looking with tan skin, high arches, perfectly straight toes and petite. In my fantasy world of course I would have wet dreams from then on thinking about her naked feet.

A few months later we had a neighborhood party. I was there with my girlfriend and so were David and Ann. Being still hot summer weather, everyone was dressed casual. Ann, what else, wore sandals. My eyes were drawn instantly to her feet. I didn`t stare to hard, but I think she eventually noticed my glances downward every few seconds. Time passed away and later the four of us ended up sitting at the same table. Ann leaned over to David and said, "I hope that you will rub my feet tonight honey."

"Okay," he replied in a whisper.

"He likes my feet you know," Ann blurted out.

"Sorry, guys," David again replied. "I think my wife has had a little too much to drink."

I would have pursued the topic, but my girlfriend was by my side. The party eventually ended and all was done for tonight. It`s now later towards the end of the year and winter has set in. I took the day off from work to work at home. Ann stopped by to say hello. I could tell she was a bit tipsy.  I invited her in, and she flowed through the door. "Have a seat," I said. "I'll get us something to drink." I walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. "Have a drink with me, Ann?"

Of course, I tried keeping her glass as full as possible. One empty bottle and an hour later, Ann was sitting barely upright on the couch. She had on a thick sweater, tight jeans and lace-up black ankle boots. Ann`s legs were crossed, and she was wiggling her left foot side to side slowly. Thinking back, I had not seen her naked feet in months. I was drawn to the urge to remove her black boots. I said, "Ann, you probably should not drive right now. Why don`t you lie down and take a nap?"

With that, I quickly dropped to my knees and said, "Here, lets take these boots off so you can get more comfortable." I unlaced the boots, pulled them off of her feet and
placed them off to the side on the floor.

Ann said, "Thanks," and laid down on her stomach.

I walked pass her and looked at her now sock covered feet. My intense foot fetish is for the soles of bare feet. I just had to at least see what Ann`s would look like. "Ann, I`m going to take your socks off okay?" I ran my fingertips down one of her soles.

"Ooo- that tickles," Ann squealed as I lifted her foot up behind her.

"Sorry," I whispered back, trying not to wake her. "Those boots look like killers. I'll rub your feet." I quickly seized Ann`s left foot and began massaging as only a footman could do.

"Oh my God! That feels so good," Ann whispered. I began kneading my fingers into the so soft pads of her sole. She lifted her other little foot and said, "We wouldn't want this one to get jealous."

I could tell she wanted more, and I could not stop for anything! Normally, I do not get this bold with a woman that I'm not even dating. However, we both knew each other pretty well. As I massaged her feet, I started talking about how I thought they were so cute and sexy. I now had to see them bare. When she did not resist, I took it as an invitation. As, I rubbed Ann`s feet, I started inching her socks off. My heart was pounding so fast! I nibbled lightly at her toes with my teeth as I tugged on her sock.

Suddenly, Ann in a quivering voice said, "This probably isn't a good idea, John."

"Just tell me to stop Ann," I whispered to her while I began kissing the bare skin of her exposed ankle, all the while continuing to inch her socks completely off.

Her breathing became heavier, but she said nothing. I slid her socks off all the way, smelling them one last time. Ann`s ultra soft, newly bare soles were so pink and wrinkled. And those toes, oh my! They were painted a deep shade of gold, which made them look like little jewels. Her feet were nestled on my shoulder. I turned my head and kissed the soft wrinkles of her arch on the outside edge, as I stroked her bare insteps.

"You have simply beautiful feet, Ann! If you want me to stop, I`ll understand." I was confident that was not going to happen as she was finding this too irresistible. So, I went back to placing wet kisses on every single sensitive location of her naked feet. You all know, the spots only a true foot lover would know about.

Once again Ann whispered, "Don`t you think we should stop?"

I guess she was hoping that I would make the decision for her. So, I did just that. My kisses became even wetter and more passionate. It was during this that I finally said, "Ann, I know this is wrong, but your bare feet are so beautiful. Please don`t make me stop now."

She pulled her feet away and she turned over on her back looking directly at me. After a few tense moments, Ann lifted her foot, stroking my cheek slowly. "Okay, just this once. Promise me that. Go ahead, you can do anything you want with my feet, but we will not go any farther. Plus we can never talk about it again, promise?"

"I promise," I said, lifting her bare soles to my face. I pressed my face into her soft warm skin and inhaled. Ann wiggled her toes on my forehead. I began licking her bare soles like a child with an ice cream cone. She shoved some of her lightly salty toes in my mouth, while arching her back and moaning louder. Ann's toes were flexing and spreading, and I began vacuuming them in my mouth.
My tongue swirled in and out of her toe cleavage as Ann continued moaning in pleasure.

"Oh John, do that spot right there, between my toes!"

I wildly sucked her writhing toes in one motion, while using my other hand to slide into my sweat pants. I did not want to expose my leaking shaft in front of her and freak her out. She was married after all, and if she didn't ask to see it, I wouldn't force her to. Plus, I was already so close to cumming that one more good yank, did the trick. As she moaned and I licked and sucked away, my other hand became sticky with warm gooey cum! Spasm after spasm ran through me from head to toe! After regaining my sense of thought, I showed Ann my sticky covered hand, cum dripping in between my fingers. I rubbed a few streaks from my finger`s into her sole. I thanked Ann, for a dream come true, and a short time later she left. I've moved on from that neighborhood, but Ann is someone that I
will never forget.

John H. (the foot fetishism King )- JHolm57233@aol.com