The Hook
(Published on Thursday, March 4, 2004)
This story was submitted anonymously.

I first caught a glimpse of her at South Padre Island during spring break.  I was down there with about 10 friends from Dallas.  We were all stuffed in a two room condo for seven days.   In any case, with all the partying and beach fun we were having, we hardly noticed.

During our stay, I met this girl at one of the clubs.  We hit if off immediately and ended up spending the last three days together.  On one of those days, we went back to where she was staying.  It was a large bungalow with about 5 bedrooms.

We had arranged to go have dinner one night and I came by to pick her up.  Four or five of her girlfriends sprung out to meet me and let me know she was still getting ready.  All of them were in a state of dress...all preparing for a night on the town.  There was one girl in particular that just caught my eye.  Her name was Jenny.  She had rollers in her auburn hair, a tight strappy tank top and pajama bottoms.   She couldn’t have been more than 5’2” in stature.  However, she had a great tan, nice perky tits and a perfectly round ass.   The other thing I couldn’t overlook were her feet.  She couldn’t have been more than a size six.  They were perfect in every way.  Tan, high arched, well pedicured toenails (bronze in color) with just the perfect symmetry.  The other reason she caught my eye was quite simply the way she looked at me.  She had this devilish smile when she came out to greet me.   Although I was there to pick up my date, I left with that smile and her toes firmly implanted in my mind.   During the evening, that image kept reoccurring.  What was up with that smile?  Did she see me catch a glimpse at those adorable peds or was she just playing mind games with me?  I would later come to find out that it was a combination of both.

Ever since I can remember, I have always had a fondness for women’s feet.   Just like most people, I don’t share this with many.  It is ironic to me that people consider it weird or warped to enjoy kissing, sucking, licking the female foot.  It is, to me, a very sexy part of the female anatomy.  My true belief is that people are into feet more than would care to admit.  And, as a society, I believe women, more now than any other time in history use their feet in a way to showcase themselves.   The days of pantyhose are long gone.  More and more women, these days, wear shoes and sandals, whether open toed or not, with bare legs.  Manicures as well as pedicures are the rage.  The French pedicure is now being done on women’s toenails.  Anklets and toerings are added to accentuate their feet.  If women didn’t want any attention to their feet, that certainly isn’t the message they are sending.

The part of the foot that generally catches my eye are well pedicured toenails.   However, I love every part of a female’s foot.  I particularly like it when women adorn them with anklets and toerings.   Feet come in many shapes and sizes, and so when I catch a glimpse of a perfect foot, it doesn’t escape my mind for a long time.  Jenny’s was just that kind of foot.

I saw Jenny again during that same year around summer time.  The person I dated during  spring break became my girlfriend.   Both of them went to the same university.  However, that school was 200 miles from where I currently lived.  To be closer to my girlfriend and get serious about finishing school, I transferred to Southwest Texas State, the school Jenny and my girlfriend Lynn were both attending.

I began to go out with Lynn’s friends  and I made a bunch of new friends on campus.  This school has always had the reputation of being a “party” school.  To a certain extent, that reputation had its merits.  One of Lynn’s best friends was Jenny’s roommate, Mindy.  Therefore, running into Jenny became quite frequent.  Between campus parties and visiting her apartment, we began to get acquainted.  She was a bit of a flirt but never made any overt moves towards me.  However, the wicked smile never ceased.  And my quick glances downward to check out her feet continued.

I saw Jenny’s feet from every angle.   Their shape was permanently embedded in my brain.    This girl took great care of them.  Not a day ever went by without polish on them.  Her nails were never chipped.   It was as if she painted them every other day.  She also kept them trimmed so that just a tiny bit of her nail overhung past her toe.   The other cool thing about her toes was that she painted them every color imaginable.  And, unlike weird colors looking stupid on most people, nothing looked bad on hers.  You could tell that she also kept good care of her heels and soles.  They looked as smooth as a baby’s bottom.  They were by far, the sexiest pair of peds I had ever seen.  I was becoming obsessed.  She was always wearing sandals or going barefoot.  Anytime I saw her,  my dick would spring to attention.  I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.

It got to the point that I didn’t even want to hear her name or run into her.  My girlfriend Lynn had beautiful feet and I cared for them by massaging them and painting her toenails.  I tried not to think of Jenny’s feet by immersing myself into Lynn’s.  All of this to no avail.  To make matters worse,  Lynn would brag to her friends about how much care I put into them.  All of her girlfriends thought it was the coolest thing and would even compliment me on how they wished their boyfriends would do the same.   One day, as I was picking up Lynn from Jenny’s apartment, I walked in and Jenny was painting her toenails.   A sight I had seen on many other occasions.  However, nothing quite like this had ever happened before.  There was no one else in the  living room.  Jenny told me that Lynn was in the bedroom studying for her Biology test with her roommate, Mindy.  She told me to have a seat and watch TV with her.

I immediately started feeling tingly.  My stomach was getting that sensation that you get when you are about to do something wrong or illegal, if you know what I mean.  What was   coming over me?  I had tried avoiding the sight of Jenny in order to keep myself from straying.  To this point, I had always been faithful to Lynn.  But in the back of my mind, I had always fantasized about Jenny’s feet.  I tried not to look at her feet but couldn’t help it.  She had painted her toenails a jet black.  I uttered something completely stupid, “So, what are you up to?”

Jenny’s response was classic, “I’m doing something you would rather be doing.”  She said this as she was leaning over and putting the finishing touches on her masterpiece.

I immediately became flushed.  I could not even muster enough spit to keep my mouth wet.  The sheer feeling of being alone with her and seeing her polish her toes in front of me was enough to send me over the edge.   I had a lump in my throat and a large one in my pants.  To this point, I thought I had always been pretty discreet about checking out her feet.  I tried to stay cool and replied by saying, “What are you talking about?”  Here I am, trying to pretend that I didn’t know what she was referring to but it was pointless.

She looked right at me and said, “I know you like my feet, my toes, and everything about them.”  She continued, “You like feet.  Lynn has told me all about it.  However, you like mine best.  Now, she hasn’t told me that personally, but I can tell.  You can never avoid stealing a glance. You are completely captivated by them.  Tell me, what is it about my feet that has you so mesmerized?”

I was in shock.  Here she was, talking about something I could speak volumes about.  However, my girlfriend was in the very next room.  What do I say?  Do I continue this?  It was both exciting and yet frightening.  Do I give in and admit my lust for her feet?  Do I tell her the things I have fantasized about?  Do I flat out grab her foot and thrust it in my mouth?  I had about a million thoughts racing through my head simultaneously. I looked at Jenny and said, “Jenny, you do have very beautiful feet and I guess I just like looking at them. Is that a crime?”

Jenny had that coy smile and suddenly turned towards me on the couch.  She folded her legs and wrapped her arms around her shins.  Her toes were inches from my lap.   I looked down at her toes and then looked up at Jenny.  She looked right through me and while brushing her toes against my leg said in a soft arrogant tone, “It’s not a crime. It’s more than that. You want to take by peds and shove them in your mouth. You want to taste every morsel of my foot. You want to lick each and every toe for hours. You want me to walk all over you. Admit it.”

I thought I was going to pass out.  I wanted to do everything she had just mentioned and more.  I also wanted to admit that she was right. Her black toenails and perfectly tanned peds were resting on my lap and rubbing my leg. Again, in a stronger voice, she said, “Admit it.”

I just wanted to scream out, “Yes, now let me have them!” But I couldn’t. I just sat there with a stupid smile on my face. Stunned was more like it. Here she is sitting in front of me and tempting me to say something.  I could tell she was enjoying her power over me.

She again said, “Your opportunity will come, however, you will have to pass a test. Had you been smart enough to simply come true to your feelings, I would have given you the opportunity to have your way with my feet. That time has passed. You had your chance.”

I looked at Jenny and said, “Cool game, but you are way off base. I like your feet. They’re pretty.  However, I love Lynn and wouldn’t do anything to hurt that.”

Jenny then kicked out her right foot and planted it right on my mouth. She then slid her other foot ever so slowly right over my bulge. I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. “You couldn’t be any more wrong. You want me,” she said with complete and utter confidence. “You want my peds and the thought of my feet are going to haunt you until I finally give you permission to have your way with them. You want this foot now, don’t you?  Now lick it.”

Her tone had become angry. She was right, I did want her foot. The bulge in my pants was excruciatingly painful. However, her foot resting on top of it was putting me in ecstasy. I pulled away and began to stick my tongue out to lick her foot.  She immediately pulled it away and said, “See? I told you. You can’t resist me. You want it. But like I said, you had your chance. You will now do it on my terms.”

She had me. I was hers. I could not believe how wicked Jenny could be.  Here she was just toying with me and it just turned me on even more.  She had what I wanted and was just dangling it in front of me like a carrot.  If she wasn’t a psychology major, she was certainly missing her calling because she was seriously mind fucking me and doing it well. At that point, Lynn came out of the bedroom. She looked at me and said, “Good, you're here. Are you ready to take me home?”

I got up, untucked my shirt and said, “Sure, let’s go.”

Lynn looked at me and said, “Aren’t you going to say bye to Jenny?”

“Of course I am.” I turned around and said good-bye.

Jenny placed one foot back on the table and crossed the other one over and began to sway her foot. “Bye,” she said in a sexy tone. “Catch you some other time!”

I could have just leaped out of my clothes and fucked her on the spot.  She was the most exquisite creature on earth at that exact moment and she knew it. I had almost closed the door when she motioned me over by simply wiggling her index finger towards her. I told Lynn to go ahead and meet me at the car. I went back inside and Jenny raised her right foot that she had crossed over. Her black toenails were pointed right at me. Jenny told me to stop just shy of her extended foot. She said, “I own you. Tomorrow, Mindy is going back home for the weekend. You are going to come over to my apartment and we will begin the test. If you choose not to show up, you will never get another chance to do anything with my feet. Now, since I pity you and until now, you have always been honest with me, I will give you a second chance to have a snack. Tell me you want my feet and want to worship them.”

I succumbed to her power. Her toes were staring right at me. I finally told her what she wanted to hear. “What a good boy you are,” she said in a condescending way. Our relationship had now completely changed. At that exact moment, we went from friends to her utterly reducing me to her footslave. She then pointed at her foot and motioned me over. I inched forward in fear that this was another tease. To my delight, as soon as I opened my mouth she plunged my obsession deep down my throat.  As quickly as she placed it in, she pulled it out. “That was just a taste of things to come.” She looked at me and said, “Now be gone and come back tomorrow.”

She got up and walked towards the kitchen. I turned around and walked out feeling totally humiliated, but at the same time ecstatic. I just needed to go home and relieve my hard-on with Lynn. However, all I could think about was finding a way to make my way back to Jenny’s  apartment the next day. It was going to be a long wait.