53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

Recognizing her voice I said,

  "Hey you, are you almost ready to go?"

  Mary also recognized my voice,

  "Sure, I just got out of the shower, so by the time Tanya gets over here I'll be dressed."

  "Well, I just talked to her," I said breaking the news, "They called her into work again, she has to close."

  I thought I could hear that pout,

  "That sucks, do you want to go anyway?"

  Straight to the point like always. I agreed to pick Mary up at her house in half an hour. When I saw her I smiled. She wore a light blue tank-top that only covered about half the distance to her pierced naval, a pair of acid washed jeans that lacked their cuffs from her knees down, and white canvas mules that reveled her translucent blue toes, and gold toe ring.

  "Wow," I breathed. I always said that to myself whenever I saw Mary's outfits, but this time it just sort of slipped out.

  Her smile widened,

  "You like?" Mary said as put her arms straight out and did a slow spin.

  I did like. Her jeans were skin tight in all the right places, revealing just enough of her taunt tanned curves to rouse me to half-mast.

  "You always look good, all ready?" I replied.

  She was.

  We went to the bowling alley, rented shoes. Mary produced a pair of socks from her bag, and how I was sorry to see those sexy peds go, and then proceeded to mop the floor with me in seven straight games. I acted like my normal self, playfully teasing her on her ‘girly' bowling style, sneaking up behind her to throw off her rolls, and kept up my running line of smart ass comedy. Mary however, seemed different. Gone was the standoffish beauty, who didn't want to talk about anything but jokes and her college classes. In her place was a woman who gave back as much teasing as she got, talked about herself more than ever before, and seemed to be flirting with me. I dismissed it almost as easily as she had dismantled me in the seven straight games. I was in an intimate relationship with her best friend, she had to know that. Plus, she was way out of my league. Tanya was pretty, but Mary made her look downright homely by comparison. It took a stranger turn at dinner afterward.

  We continued our conversation at dinner, during which Mary confessed, when I suggested she needed something more in her relationships, both friendly and intimate,

  "Yeah I need something alright," She said around a slightly bitter laugh, "Like an orgasm."

  I was stunned for a second, and then we both broke out laughing.

  "You have got to be kidding me, you've never had one?" I asked already knowing the answer from Tanya.

  "Nope, not once. Not even close." Mary replied with a smile.

  "Not even by yourself?" I asked around my nervous laugh.

  She shuttered dramatically,

  "No way, I don't do that." Her smile was gone.

  I held up my hands in surrender,

  "Hey you don't know what you’re missing." I said as her smile returned, "What is your one thing?"

  Mary looked puzzled and repeated the question,

  "My one thing?"

  I leaned closer and lowered my voice,

  "Yeah, your one thing. That one thing that turns your key pushes your buttons. You know your fetish."

  Mary had leaned closer to hear my lowered voice, as I'd intended, now she sat back in her seat.

  "I don't know," She said, "I like to, you know...Be...adored."

  I also sat back,

  "Adored?" I repeated, "You mean worshiped?" My voice was still low, but it carried across to her.

  Now it was Mary's turn to lean forward,

  "Yes and no," She whispered, "I like for a guy to ya know, make me feel like I'm his queen, his goddess."

  I leaned in again,

  "So you like to be worshiped, to be in control." I said again, thinking how Tanya had beaten around the bush on just the same subject.

  Mary seemed slightly exasperated; she placed her palms flat against the table.

  "No, that's not it," She sighed and leaned back in her seat, "Never mind. You don't understand."

  I didn't understand, but I was curious. It was a new problem, understanding this woman's need. So I attacked like I did any other problem. With an equal dose of logic and passion.

  "You said, ‘I like a guy to make me feel like his queen' does that you need your man to not only tell you you're the best thing in his world, but to show you in bed?"

  Mary blinked, but said nothing.

  "You need him to make you not only the number one priority, but the only priority," I continued, "To devote all of his attention to you and not want anything in return. To take his pleasure in giving it to you, not in you giving it him. That about right?"

  "No, I'm not selfish in bed," She said, it seemed she was on the defensive, "I don't always need to be the center of attention. You act like I'm this prima Donna bitch sometimes and it’s just not true."

  I realized that she was no longer talking about her bedroom habits, so I quickly backed away from the subject altogether. I apologized for what I said, even though I felt I had only tried to help her. Mary calmed back down, but she was back to the way she always was, keeping me at arm's length.

  Oh well, I thought, At least I tried. I wouldn't know how hard I had tried until later that night.

  So when we finished dinner, it was getting dark, and I drove Mary home. When we got there, I noticed she was limping very slightly. I asked her about it and she replied,

  "Oh, those damned rented shoes always hurt my feet. I'll just get my mother to rub them for me or something."

  My ears perked up. Her mother? I looked longingly down at those stunning size 6s. Those were defiantly too good to pass up. I looked back up into Mary's eyes, placing my thumb and forefinger on either side of my chin in a thoughtful gesture,

  "Are you sure you’re okay? I give a pretty mean foot massage. You want me to help you out?"

  Help her out, yeah like she was the only one getting something from that foot massage. Mary thought about it for a second, then smiled,

  "Okay, your massages do come highly recommended. Tanya said they were incredible."

  My smile froze for a second, and then I recovered. She didn't know anything; she shouldn't, or she wouldn't have accepted my invite, right? I looked at the driveway; it was empty except for my white Eclipse, none of her parents where home. Inside we went, down to her basement living room, to watch her one of father's bootleg movies. I placed a pillow over my crotch to prevent Mary from getting poked by anything that would arise. Returning to the couch, Mary swung her legs across the cushions and plopped her feet, white canvas mules, pale blue toes, golden toe ring, and right into my lap. I smiled, looking down at them for a second. Mary's toes clenched into fists, then unclenched, my penis throbbed in my pants, beneath five inches of pillow. I felt a slight phantom pain there too, remembering Tanya´s commanding pinch not ten days before. Gripping the sole of Mary's right shoe, I slipped it off, then tore my eyes from her feet to meet her gaze,

  "Oh I see," I quipped, "I have to take your shoes off too, huh?"

  Mary laughed,

  "I wouldn't have it any other way." She joked.

  I placed the shoe on the coffee table, and then took the other off with a slightly slower touch. Shifting around so that I faced Mary, I took her right foot in my hands. At my slightest touch, she sighed,

  "Ahhhh," Mary breathed as she slid down farther into the couch, "This is how life should be."

  I began to massage her instep, working my thumbs in small circles, switching to a down-up motion every once in a while to penetrate deeper into the muscles of her sole,

  "How's that?" I asked.

  Mary had closed her eyes,

  "A day of fun, entertaining conversation," She began, "With charming intelligent company. Then a nice skillful massage to melt my tension away. This is the way life should be."

  I smiled at the complement; I didn't get them often,

  "What tensions do you have that are in need of melting?" I said as
I began to rub between Mary's toes with my thumb and forefinger of one hand, keeping the circular pressure up on her sole with the other.

  She didn't respond. Instead she rolled her head towards the television and opened her eyes to watch it.

  "You know," Mary told me, "You never told me yours."

  I was puzzled,

  "Mine? My what?" I replied.

  Mary's brown eyes met mine as her head turned back to me,

  "Your one thing, the thing that turns your key, pushes your buttons."

  I paused, breaking eye contact. During my silence I switched over to Mary's other foot. This one had the sexy golden toe ring encircling her second toe.

  I decided to stall.

  "Well...I thought we had gotten away from that line of questions."

  She smiled,

  "Don't stall."

  Damn.

  "I don't know," I lied, "There's a lot of things I like."

  "Name one." Mary shot back.

  This seemed to be getting a little intense, and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing.

  "Legs," That was good, everyone liked legs, "Long legs, tanned and tight."

  I don't know if I was unconsciously describing Mary's legs, but I was.

  "Come on," She taunted, "Every guy likes my legs, give me something else."

  I attempted to make myself look as uncomfortable as possible. It wasn't hard. Well it was hard, but that was really only one of the reasons for my discomfort.

  "I....Ahhhh..." I stuttered slightly, very slightly, hoping she Mary didn't notice.

  She of course, did,

  "Hey," She began, "I don't want to make you feel weird, but turnabout in fair play. Just don't worry about it okay? Forget I said anything."

  I was slowly twirling the gold ring on her second toe, sighing a breath of relief. Then she did something I hadn't expected.

  "My neck is starting to hurt, where that is-Oh you have it." Mary now sat up; gripping the pillow I was using to cover my excitement.

  She pulled it away, and her feet dropped directly into my lap. Well, kind of onto then off of my lap, there wasn't much room there; I was sporting a very visible erection. Mary's toes were together, in a kind of steeple, each toe touching the one of the same type on the other foot. They came down directly onto my penis, splitting to either side, quickly running down the length of my shaft. Then Mary realized what had happed, and she pulled her feet away to rest on either of my thighs,

  "Woah there tiger," Mary said through her short laugh, "What you do you got going on down there?"

  She was staring right at my tented crotch; there was no way to hide it. I was for once, at a loss for words. Luckily, I didn't need any this time.

  "So that's it, huh?" She said smiling broadly now, "This is your one thing, your fetish?"

  She wiggled her toes slightly to illustrate.

  I began to apologize,

  "Mary-I'm so sorry-I don't know what to say."

  She laughed again,

  "This is great," Mary said, "It’s about time I got to see you this uncomfortable. Not so funny now that you're the one under the microscope."

  I saw her smile for the first time, and but I relaxed only slightly,

  "Could I have that pillow back, please?" I asked

  Mary hugged it across her full breasts, locking her arms around it,

  "Oh no," She laughed, "You had me basically stripped naked at dinner, poking and prodding my libido ruthlessly. Now it’s my turn."

  I folded my hands over my engorged cock, and blushed,

  "I didn't have you stripped naked-"

  "Yes you did!" Mary playfully shouted, "You might as well have broadcast my whole sex life across the diner!"

  We argued back and forth for a couple of seconds, until I finally conceded the point. We sat in silence for about a minute, listing to the movie in the background, then,

  "That's it right?" Mary began, "You get all worked up over giving foot massages?"

  "Yeah, over feet in general really," I admitted, "Just seeing some woman's toes poking out of her sandals is all I need to get me worked up?"

  Mary seemed to think this over for a second,

  "Really? That must make you pretty lucky."

  I didn't follow that one,

  "How does my foot fetish make me lucky? At this moment it seems to make me a pervert and a most unlucky one at that."

  Mary only laughed,

  "Think about it!" She said, "All spring and Mary you get to see feet and toes, sandals, flip-flops, mules, even just bare feet. Every other guy is forced to look around at the pool for bikinis or for some tramp wearing a super low cut top to get off. You just have to take a peek down and voila! You got your fix."

  She had a point, but I was still feeling rather ashamed,

  "It doesn't ‘get me off'" I said, "It just, you know, turns me on. It's not like I come every time I see some girl's pedicured toes. And I still like the other stuff just as much as the next guy."

  I was getting a little defensive now. I felt bad enough about this, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it seemed like I had been molesting her or something. I was finally beginning to lose my hard-on.

  Mary sensed my feelings it seemed,

  "Hey calm down, look at my face, I'm smiling, I'm laughing. I'm not laughing at you. I'm not all freaked out or anything. Okay?"

  I looked at her face. She was indeed smiling.

  "You’re not feeling all....disgusted... with me taking advantage of you?" I asked starting for the first time to realize what I may have happened into.

  Mary laughed at this remark,

  "You taking advantage of me?" She laughed again, "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm the one getting the foot massage. I'm the one getting all the pleasure. If anything, I'm taking advantage of you! I just never realized that a guy could get aroused like this."

  For the first time since Mary had taken the pillow from my crotch, I smiled. Now I had a decision to make. Be bold and take the initiative? Or keep meek and let this opportunity pass me by? I tried something a little different. I was bold. I uncovered my now resurrected penis, and took Mary's left foot, the one with her toe ring into my hands again. She showed no resistance to my touch, and I began to finger the gold circlet there,

  "Yes you did. If you didn't, why would you wear jewelry on your toes? Or paint their nail to make them look pretty. It's only natural that your feet would get someone excited."

  Mary seemed to think once again on this perspective I had given her. The smile never left those full pink lips however.

  "It's after all just one part of your whole idea that you use to attract us. The pretty blue toes, the gold toe ring, the pierced belly button, your sexy little belly shirt." My hands moved slowly up Mary's calf, then back down towards her ankle.

  "It's all just part of the package. To match that perfect face, your full breasts," I thought her smiled grew a little now, "That striking smile. It just seems that this facet of your sexuality has been repressed. You know it's sexy, but not why. Now you expect me to believe you when you say that you didn't know deep down that your feet could turn me on."

  My other hand took her other foot back into my lap. Then as a pair they continued to roam, now moving past Mary's knees, just teasing the sensitive spots on the inside of her thighs, then moving back out towards her feet, but keeping just a little bit farther above where they started. Her legs were perfectly smooth, and I could feel her hard muscles sliding softly beneath her skin. Her calves were like massaging firm rubber through a sheet of silk.

  "I've always felt a woman's body was sexy. Every part of it," Mary said, "From the top of my head to the tip of my toes. I just never fully realized it until now."

  Mary's thighs were still covered in the knee length legs of her thin jeans. I wished I could have taken her shorts off right then, but patience was required. Sensitive, sensual patience. Instead of going for her zipper, I lifted Mary's left leg and, leaning forward slightly, I placed her f
oot on my chest. The toes were bent backward, pressing against my breastbone, and her leg was bent at the knee. I moved my hands in circular patterns, tracing lazy rings around the sides of her ankle.

  "I'd have to agree with you," I said, "Every part of your body is sexy. Even feeling it. Any part of it. The solidness of your calves, the shape of them."

  I had moved up at a brisk pace to her calf. Rolling my fingers all around that tanned flawless flesh, sides, back and top, I kept my hands moving between Mary's erogenous zones at the back of her knee, the inside of her thighs, the base of her heel. It had the desired effect. The surface temperature of the skin between her thighs was rising, and Mary's calves had picked up a slightly rough texture; Gooseflesh had caused the base of her shaved hairs to rise above the surface.