Me and Yvonne, Part 1
(Published on Friday, February 25, 2005)
This story was submitted anonymously by Karen.

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I have been married for two years to a nice guy, but things haven’t been going well. I know he loves me, but I don’t think I love him. We rarely have sex, and I have never had an orgasm. Although I’ve always thought of myself as heterosexual, for as long as I can remember, I’ve gotten excited at the sight of other women with pretty feet. I try not to think about it, and I’ve never indulged in fantasies about it, but every time I see them my heart pitter-patters and I get a little flustered. For 28 years I've been able to cope with it, but something happened recently that has forced me to come to grips with my true feelings.

I’m good friends with my hairdresser, Yvonne. We workout together almost every morning, and we go out drinking about once a month after she does my hair. We have done this for years, but a couple of weeks ago, my feelings for her changed. We were in the locker room at the gym, and Yvonne told me she dropped a weight on her toe. She put her bare foot up on the bench, and suddenly my heart started pounding. She had small, very pretty feet with the cutest, straight, smooth toes. Her big toe was the largest, and all the other toes lined up perfectly, almost the same length. I had seen her feet before, and that was probably one of the reasons I made such an effort to stay friends with her, but this time was different. I could feel my hands shaking as I reached for her toe, and I pretended to know what I was doing as I felt to see if it was broken. I was starting to sweat and, I was glad that my hair was in my face to cover it up. After feeling her toe probably a little too long, I ‘concluded’ that it wasn’t broken, and suggested she put some ice on it.

"Maybe you could kiss it and make it all better," Yvonne whispered. My stomach turned into a knot, and when I looked up at her she was smiling. "I’m kidding!" She chuckled, and padded off to the showers. I had already showered and done my hair, and I was glad to make a quick exit since I was losing my composure.

I tried to get it out of my mind, and it helped that work was very busy that day, but I dreamed about Yvonne’s feet that night. I dreamed about KISSING Yvonne’s feet! I think I came in my sleep, and the next day I couldn’t get the dream out of my head.

I also couldn’t take my eyes off Yvonne’s bare feet in the locker room either. I asked if her toe was better, and she said that my suggestion about ice had worked. Then she looked at my hair, and started pulling on it to check the length. We were face to face when she smiled and said, "A kiss would have been better though." My stomach knotted so fast, I almost doubled over. I could feel myself blushing and she slapped me on the shoulder. "KIDDING!" She chuckled and told me I needed to come in for a cut. She made an appointment for me on Saturday. I was to be her last customer as was traditional, so we could go out afterward.

I had a few drinks before going just to loosen up, and when I got there, I immediately noticed that Yvonne was wearing platform flip-flops. I had never seen her in anything but ‘sensible shoes’ when she worked, and I must have been staring because she looked down and explained, "I got a pedicure today."

"I can tell," I said. "It looks great." Her slightly tanned size six feet were sporting fire engine red on her straight, perfect toes. I fantasized that she did it just for me, and the alcohol made me speak the truth. "You have such pretty feet!"

"Thanks! Lisa does a great job. When she’s done, they're like baby-feet." Yvonne wiggled her toes as we both admired them, then she turned, lifted her foot free of the flip flop, and turned her pink bare sole upward to face me, toes pointed. "Feel it," she said.

"Wow! That's so soft!" I managed to say without losing it.

"See. Told ya,' " she said, and slipped her flip-flop back on. "I'm not supposed to wear open toed shoes at work, but I'm not about to chip these toes before a night out on the town. Hey, you should get one."

"A pedicure? Now?"

"Well, Lisa’s gone, but I can make you an appointment."

"Sure."

"You won’t regret it."

"Can she do us together? It would be fun," I said, thrilled at the chance to look at her feet for a long time.

"Sure!" She said. After we decided on a time, and filled in Lisa's appointment book, Yvonne got to work on my hair. I heard all the salon gossip, and all the stories about her problems with men. Yvonne has a filthy mouth, and comes off as a very angry person sometimes, but she’s a great story teller, and I’m used to just listening to her rant when we’re together. Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t need me there, or that she’s not even talking to me; I’m just an audience for her.

We went to a pub around the corner to 'start the night out,' and after a few drinks, and her story about her latest failed romance, she said, "I think I need to take a break from men."

"Me too," I said, and glanced at her foot for the 50th time that night. She had it crossed toward me, and her flip-flop was almost falling off her toes.

"You’re married!" She yelled, snapping me out of my daydream about her feet.

"Not happily."

"I hear that," she said, referring to her first failed marriage.

After I filled her in on MY unhappiness with my sex life, Yvonne said, "Wanna get out of here? Go back to my place?"

It sounded like she was just bored, and angry at the pub we were at, but my heart started pounding as if she meant more. Then I noticed that she had her hand on her foot, and was caressing her arch slowly with her fingers. Was she doing it on purpose? Was she teasing me? My mind reeled and I noticed that Yvonne seemed to be actually paying attention to me, which was rare.

Whatever the reason, I was getting horny as hell, so I intentionally and obviously looked at her foot and said, "Definitely." There was no way she could have mistaken my intentions after that, and I waited for her to make the next move. If she was comfortable being barefoot with me at her apartment, it would be a very good sign.

When we got to her place, she immediately kicked her sandals off made us more drinks… YES! After standing in the kitchen, and downing a few margaritas as we continued to bitch about men, Yvonne said, "Let’s go sit down. I’ve been on my feet all day."

"Want me to rub your feet for you?" I said as I walked behind her, admiring her slender pink heels.

"You expect me to say no?" She chuckled.

"I hope not," I said, revealing my intentions once again.

She sat in a recliner, and swung out the foot rest. Her adorable feet popped up in front of me, and I was unable to hide my excitement as I eagerly massaged her beautiful, soft feet for a long time. Luckily she kept talking, and lost track of time, allowing me to thoroughly enjoy her feet. But when there was a break between her stories, I caressed her foot and sighed, "Baby feet. So soft."

Yvonne just sighed with a beatific expression.

"So soft and SO beautiful," I said nervously, running my hand sensuously over her sole, hoping she’d see things my way. She was silent as I caressed her bare feet and admired their beauty.

"I think I’m getting ticklish," she said in a sensual, inviting tone of voice. I apologized, and offered to stop, but she said, "No, it feels so nice." For a long time after that, the only sound was her occasional moan or sigh, and when I heard that, I knew she wanted more.

I wanted more too, but I didn‘t want to lose her as a friend. "I’ll do this whenever you want," I whispered, figuring that it was getting late, and hoping for her to allow me to do it again sometime. I was happy just being at her feet, and if had left right then, it would have been a good night. But it turned into an UNBELIEVABLE night.

"Be careful what you promise. I might take you up on it."

"I want you to," I said, and squeezed her foot for emphasis.

Yvonne opened her eyes and looked at me. After a tense pause, she said, "I have some pretty strong feelings for you. Do you know that?" I shook my head no, and continued to caress her feet. "I do, and this thing you’re doing to my feet is… making it much harder to hide them." Then she stroked my arm with her toes and I was so overwhelmed that I was unable to speak. "So, if you just want to be friends, which is fine, tell me now… but you better stop THIS." She yanked her bare foot away from my hands.

I dove for it. "No, don’t," I pleaded as I grabbed her ankle.

"Well, it really turns me on," she said.

"I love you," I confessed, and kissed Yvonne‘s toes! My heart skipped a beat, and Yvonne gasped. I lifted her foot high, and looked upward, pressing my face to her bare sole, and running my lips up and down, kissing it all over to prove my feelings. Then I looked at her to see her reaction.

"I love you too," she whispered. Her lips were parted, and for the first time since I had known her, she had a soft, vulnerable, exquisitely feminine quality. I ran my lips up the side of her foot, tickling her sole with my fingertips, and then took her toes in my mouth when I reached them. "Oh Karen," she gasped as her body stiffened. "Oh, I love you so much. For so long. This is better than my wildest fantasies."

I started making out passionately with her feet and toes, burying my face in them, and just doing whatever turned me on. Yvonne loved it as much as me, and her panting and moaning drove me crazy. I rubbed and tickled her feet as I kissed them all over, and sucked her toes. Yvonne started panting "Yes, yes, yes," and, "I feel it coming."

Her arousal fed mine the way her toes fed my mouth. I could feel it coming, too. "Oh god, here it comes," I thought. "Yvonne... I'm...," I tried to warn her so she wouldn't be freaked by my... "Oh yes... here it comes... my... first... orgasm!" I silently thought to myself. I thought I was dying, and it seemed to go on and on, but I'd die again like that any day.

"Did you just have an orgasm?" she asked, excited.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" I moaned, triumphantly.

"Wow! That's SO cool!" She squealed. "I'm so happy for you!"

I asked her what she wanted me to do, and she pressed her toes to my mouth, and her fingers between her legs. "Don't stop," she grunted. Yvonne must have been holding back, because as soon as my lips engulfed her toes, she started writhing and moaning, and crying out my name until she came really hard, her toes clenched tight, just minutes later.

We got undressed, and laid in bed after that, kissing and holding each other, and discussiong what just happened. After a long time, I told her that I was worried that I could only have an orgasm if feet were involved. "I have never come close before, but I didn't even need to try tonight," I said. "I was just so turned on by your FEET that... oh god, just talking about them is making me want you again!"

It was a dangerous confession, and she could have freaked out, but she just smiled and said, "As long as it’s just MY feet."