Anyway, here it is. For the purpose of the story, I'll refer to her as Beth.
A little background to set up the story...Beth and I went to HS together along with her cousin who I used to date before Beth. I always kind of had a crush on Beth and we would flirt a lot, but the timing was never right. Right after I stopped dating her cousin (amicable split), Beth and I hooked up a couple of times and made out... never took it further as she felt uncomfortable since I recently split from her cousin.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, Beth spoke to her cousin right after our little hookup about the possibility of getting together with me. Her cousin gave the OK and I guess she shared a little information about me.
So... One day a bunch of us are over at Beth's place hanging out (to this point, Beth and I hadn't done anything since our kiss except some flirting). Her dad was pretty wealthy and they lived in this HUGE house. They had a theater room before theater rooms even existed! We were all sitting around talking and watching a movie. Beth was sitting indian style in this big plush lazy boy like chair and I was seated on the floor with my back sort of leaning against the front of the chair. Beth and I were also sharing a blanket that draped over her legs down to the ground and over my legs. Beth is wearing these black argyle socks at the time.
As we're all talking, I feel one of Beth's feet kind of against my shoulder, but she's kind of moving it around as though she's flexing her ankle. As you can imagine, I'm pitching a tent at this point. After a while she moves her foot down to the ground and rests it on my thigh. My tent is starting to get higher. At this point, I don't suspect that it's anything sexual that she's doing as I don't think she knows of my fondness for feet. Some time passes and her foot is still resting on my thigh and everyone is engrossed in the movie. In case anyone cares, the movie was "Bull Durham", which kind of explains why I get that special tingle in my pants whenever I see it. Anyway, her foot kind of starts rubbing a little back and forth on my thigh just a few inches from my now fully pitched tent. At this point I realize she's knows exactly what she's doing. Soon, her foot is resting right on my tent sort of massaging it. The blanket draped over us is hiding the action from the group.
Now I decide to get a little bold so I descreetly unzip and let the tent out. She brings her other foot down and both of them are rubbing back and forth in slow motions. God, I can still remember how awesome that felt! It didn't take long, and the geyser erupted. God, I can still remember how awesome that felt! Everything else in the world sort of turned off around me. God, I can still remember how awesome that felt (I already said that, didn't I?). Even after the eruption, she kept the rhythym of her feet moving for a couple minutes and then just left her feet resting on me. So, after about 10 minutes or so, I repackage myself and clumsily spill some of my drink on my pants (oh my) and excuse myself to the bathroom.
When we ran into each other last week we kind of laughed about it.
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I miss the time when my fetish was brand new and each person you shared it with was something truly special. The fear/embarrassment/suspense/arousal/elation....so much emotion. We were so alive! It was such a big deal. And I wanted to impress her so badly.
Now...it's old hat. I have one woman now...but they come and go. No challenge. If you don't like my fetish....there are plenty that will. That feeling of "she's the only one" to fulfill my fetish is gone. The stories of first foot encounters get lost in a sea of memories.
I almost miss being the goofy foot fetish guy afraid of being alone the rest of my life. Almost. But the rush of finding that woman to love you with her feet...was the greatest rush. *sigh*
GQ
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Gotta love blankets huh? I had some great experiences with my first girlfriend under a blanket. A nice little secret just between the two of you. :-) nice story.
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quote:Originally posted by GQguy: I miss the time when my fetish was brand new and each person you shared it with was something truly special. The fear/embarrassment/suspense/arousal/elation....so much emotion. We were so alive! It was such a big deal.
Ding! Ding! Give the man a prize! SO VERY TRUE!
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Great story!
