Three Short Stories of Foot Fetish Fun
(Published on Sunday, May 30, 2004)
These short stories were submitted anonymously.

Story 1

I've always had a thing for feet. One day I started a new job and thought I'd died and gone to heaven. The girl in front of me, about 23 years old, would usually take her left shoe off and sit on her left leg. That gave me a clear sole view of her left foot. As if that weren't enough, I noticed when she was on the phone, amazing wiggling took place. Also, because she was busy chatting, I could easily get my face right next to her foot as I 'looked for something' in the desk drawer.

I'm not kidding when I say I almost hyper-ventilated one time, as it was too much for me to handle. I loved my job there. We'd eat lunch together, and I could hear her playing with her shoes under the table. It's one of the worst things to know it's happening right under your nose, and yet you can't see a thing!  I'm one happy dude though, as I married her a few years later, and she indulges my fetish. Actually, she doesn't have to do anything but be herself and let me watch her toes wiggle when she's on the phone. Graham Bell is my hero (invented the telephone)!
 

I had a job in a very small office. When you walked in the door, you'd see two chairs on your right (against the wall) and a counter about seven feet ahead. To the left were two cubicals. I was at one of the cubicals eating lunch.

A young girl came in all dressed up. I heard her heels hit the floor with each step. She leaned against the counter and started talking to my boss who was on the other side of the counter. I determined she was from a radio station, and they got deeply involved in a conversation about advertising on the radio station. At some point I heard that beautiful sound of a shoe hitting the floor, and then it being dragged around a bit as she fumbled for it and played with it.

After some more of that, I couldn't take it anymore. I moved to one of the chairs next to the door. I was now sitting immediately behind her. By making believe I was tying my shoe, I could get my eyes within inches of the action. Because of my boss' location, no one could see me, and I didn't have to worry about getting caught. For a full 30 minutes I watched with a racing heart, as her foot (shrouded in sheer brown hose) slipped in and out, occasionally rubbing her toes on the top of the heel causing her toes to spread. I would have given anything to be that shoe. She would shift her weight, and then the other foot would come out to play. It was one of the greatest shows ever, and left me short of breath.
 

The night I graduated high school, my girlfriend and I drove to the local 'lovers lane.' Because of this event, she was dressed up and wearing pantyhose. This was a first. During the night, I got my hand on her leg. Instead of working up, I worked down to her foot. This was the first time ever in my life that I actually touched pantyhose on a girl's leg, and I thought I was going to explode. I got to her shoe and undid the strap. I slid the shoe off, and felt every beautiful curve of her foot and toes. It's a night I won't forget. I then took her other shoe off, and enjoyed myself immensely, giving her a foot massage. The smooth feeling of the hose on her foot was fantastic.