Smelling Tasha's Feet
(Published on Tuesday, July 29, 2003)

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I've been very good friends with a girl named Tasha for close to 15 years. There is nothing we don't know about each other, and we'll always be best friends. My story starts about three years after we met, and she came by to visit me at work. I had never told her I have a foot fetish, and while we were talking, she removed her shoes, and I got my first look at her size 9 feet.
 
During our talking, I started to feel her feet, and she was watching me. Curious as to why I was paying so much attention to her feet, she then asked, "Do you have a foot fetish?"

I didn't reply, kind of shocked at what I heard her say. After she left, I kept thinking I was so stupid for not telling her about my foot fetish, and feeling that I might never get another chance to do so. How wrong I was.
 
One night I was working an extra shift during my days off, and when I got off the bus, I was surprised to see Tasha there. I said, "hello," and exchanged some small talk before I went to work. I thought that was the end of things, but about half an hour into my shift, all by myself, who should come in but Tasha. I knew it was okay, because it was after midnight and very quiet. We were talking, and I looked down to her feet. She was wearing these black shoes and no socks, and as if to read my mind, or grant me a wish, she removed her shoes. I suddenly got very quiet, as I recalled our last encounter like this, and I decided to throw caution to the wind and tell her what I liked about feet.
 
I stood up and told her to sit on the desk. Pulling up a chair, I reached down and grabbed both of her bare feet. She asked, "Are you going to play with my feet again?"

I replied, "Remember the last time I did this, and you asked if I had a foot fetish, and I didn't say anything?" I continued, but not before I placed her right foot on my crotch, which began to swell under the feel of her sole. I continued saying, "I didn't say anything because I didn't know how you'd react if I said I did." I then picked up both of her feet, slid down in the chair, and put them on my chest, her heels resting there so I could get a close look at the soles of her feet. It was at that moment I decided I wanted to smell them, so I asked, "Tasha, can I smell them?"

She replied, "You're already smelling them. I can smell them from here!"

I told her I wanted to hold them to my nose, and smell them that way. To my amazement and delight, she replied, "Go ahead!"

I then held both of her feet up to my face and placed her toes on my nose, inhaling the sweetest smell I've ever experienced in all my foot fetish life. She looked down at me and laughed, carried away at the sight of this guy who was thoroughly enjoying the smell of her feet. I kept smelling and kissing her feet for close to half an hour before a car pulled up and we had to stop. Good thing we did, because it was a mobile supervisor, someone we both knew.
 
After that night, I shared all the details of my foot fetish with her, and even though she didn't really like it, she'd let me do it anytime I wanted. To this day, almost 12 years later, we see each other a lot, and still I get turned on by the smell of her feet. Even though sometimes it's months before we see each other, we are always going to be the best of friends. She recently told a friend of hers about a friend she has, without naming my name, who has a foot fetish. I'm hoping to have the opportunity to play with her friend's feet at the same time I play with Tasha's feet, because that is my one unfulfilled fantasy. That however, might be a story for a future submission.
 
Thank you.