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The incident occured then I was around 14 or 15. It was a summer night and I slept with the window open; our house didn't have central AC. It was a one floor (with basement) building. About 2:00AM, someone entered my room through the window. Shutting on my bed light, I could see that it was a hooded figure--a burgler. And it was a woman. How could I tell? She was dressed all in black and hooded, as I said. An attempt was made to hide the curves on her chest. Actually, it was her feet. She was barefooted. And even at that age, I could usually tell the difference between a woman and a man's feet! She produced a knife. "Where's your parents' room?" she said in a whisper. "And don't yell, or I'll use this." "It's the last door on the left." "Good. Keep quiet, and nobody will get hurt." "Ma'am?," I suddenly said. She didn't answer right away, so I added "I know you're a woman." "What?" "Would you be willing to do a little favor for me?" "What, kid?" "Would you allow me to massage your feet, for a couple of minutes?" She pause a bit. "Are you turned on by my bare feet?" "Yea," I admitted. She paused again. "This isn't a ploy to catch me, is it?" "No, I swear it isn't." "I didn't think so. OK." I suppose some would say it was wrong of me to ask someone who was robbing my house to do this. So be it. But up to that time, I had never really felt a woman's feet before. Of course, I had tickled girls and women's feet, but it was usually just for a few seconds. Then they'd giggle and draw their foot away, or tell me not to do that.
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(continued) She sat on my bed. I kneelt at her feet and began massaging them. They were calloused, but they were feet, and it felt good rubbing them. And any doubts I had about her beeing a woman were completely eliminated! She kept her knife on me, while I did this, but not too harshly. I stopped after what I thought was a couple minutes. But she said, "You can do it a while longer; it feels good!" "OK, thank you." So I continued. "Do you often go barefooted on a. . . job?," I asked after a bit. "Always. It's quiet, like a cat." By now, she raised her voice a bit higher. Yes, she was a she! I finally stopped after about five minutes. "Thanks, kid; that felt wonderful!" "Thanks for letting me do it." She got up and kissed me on the cheek! Then she walked back to the window and left. Looking out the window, I saw her run down the street and out of the area. She didn't even bother stealing from us. I masturbated, went to the bathroom, and tried to go back to sleep! For the next few nights, I kept the window open. But she never came back.
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(conclusion) There's a little more to this story: About a year later, I saw a woman at a grocery store. She looked about 30, and had curly blond hair. Recognizing me, she smiled--and slipped her sandals off, right there in the store! I started to say something to her, but she quickly put them back on and walked away. I was glad to at least see her once more. But I never saw her again.
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i know your title said 'story', but i must ask is that in any way, shape, or form true? cool story either way, i like these stories popping up around here. we should keep them coming.
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Sorry, it's not a true incedent! But thanks for your compliment. Hey, WU and CJ: How about starting a special section where we can post foot-related short stories?
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But thanks for your compliment.
