53 Foot Fetish Short Stories

by Andreas Bauer

  Thursday, I received the shock of my life. The answering service called to let me know I had received my first message. Madeleine Parker had called wondering if she could schedule her free appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon at 3:00 pm.

  Not wanting to appear anxious, I returned Mrs. Parker's call the following morning. I left word on her machine that Toe Ring, Inc. would have a representative at her house at the appointed time.

  Over the weekend, I visited several web sites striving to become a nail care expert. After all, I had never actually given a pedicure to anyone before. In a few hours, I learned enough to think I could handle the job passably.

  On Sunday, I invested $170 on a variety of clippers, files, brushes, scissors, and other implements required to turn even the grungiest toes into things of beauty.. My collection of nail polishes included over 50 colors. I produced a color chart using my color inkjet printer. The whole collection of pedicure equipment fit nicely in an oversized traveling case. A second trip to the office supply store resulted in a business cards identifying me as a 'Nail Technician'.

  Toe Ring, Inc. was now in business!

  Madeleine Parker lived in a gated community on a lake north of town. The house was a light stucco and impressive in size. I parked my modest Toyota Camry in the turnaround drive and approached the massive front door with some measure of fear.

  I half expected the door to be opened by a butler. But Madeleine answered it herself. She was exquisitely dressed in white cotton slacks and a blouse. Her blonde hair was long and draped casually over her shoulder. I made certain not to stare at the woman's feet although I could tell she wore sandals.

  "Is everything alright?" I asked seeing the look of bewilderment in Madeleine's face.

  "Of course." She smiled recovering quickly. "I was just surprised to see a man. I had expected a female."

  I returned her smile. "Well, we have a mix of male and female technicians." I pulled a business card from my pocket and handed it to her. "If you would prefer, we could re-schedule and have a female technician visit." My poker playing skills were good but I hoped like hell she wouldn't accept the offer.

  "Of course not." Madeleine now appeared at ease. She opened the door and waved me in.

  I followed Madeleine into the depths of her mansion. Through the massive living room into a paneled library. Every room dripped of money. Finally we arrived at a small sitting room adjacent to the master bedroom. The room contained a single lounge chair looking out over a lagoon.

  "Will this do?" Madeleine asked settling into the chair and slipping the sandals from her beautiful feet.

  "Absolutely," I said laying my case on the floor and settling in next to her feet.

  Like a practiced alchemist, I assembled the tools of my new trade. First I placed a towel on the floor at Madeleine's feet. I removed a large silver bowl from the case and filled it with a solution of soapy water I carried in a plastic bottle. My case contained a small foot rest which would be my work surface. Finally, I laid out my impressive assortment of metal clippers and files.

  "That's quite an impressive collection."

  "Thanks." I said taking Madeleine's right foot in my hand. As expected, her foot was beautiful. Tanned, well formed, and delicate. I used a cotton ball soaked in alcohol to remove the old polish from her nails. I repeated the process on her left foot.

  I began the pedicure process by soaking Madeleine's feet in the soapy water which would soften the cuticles. After a two minute soak, I trimmed her nails carefully and showed her my color chart . Madeleine picked metallic green.

  I used a toe spacer to separate Madeleine's toes and applied two coats of the green polish. I was very proud that not a single drop touched skin. As I worked, I felt a huge erection develop in my pants. I was touching the feet of the most beautiful and rich women in the city. And she appeared to be enjoying herself. We talked about sports and finance. Kids (she had none) and cars (she drove a Lexus).

  While the polish dried, I busied myself by returning my equipment to the case. I returned the spent soaking fluid to the plaster container, dried the bowl, and filed everything in its proper place.

  "You seem very good at this." Madeleine said as I removed the spacers from her toes.

  "Practice makes perfect." I said looking up at her. "Do you give foot massages too?" Madeleine asked with a serious face. I hesitated. "Of course." I said as if I rubbed women's feet every day. Madeleine extended her right foot toward me. I felt my erection leap. I took her foot and began to massage it. Feeling the delicate warm flesh. Rubbing her sole and heel. Working my fingers between her toes. I looked up and was stunned to see the look on Madeleine's face. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be breathing hard.

  "Do you give more than foot massages?" She asked in a low voice. I was stunned but continued rubbing her foot.

  "What about Mr. Parker?" I asked.

  "Mr. Parker is in Las Vegas at a convention." She gave me a lecherous smile. Foot massages are so erotic. You wouldn't get a girl hot and leave her would you?"

  "I didn't answer. She pulled her foot from my hand. My cock was close to erupting. She took me by the hand and led me to the bed room. "Don't worry." She said stripping off her slacks. You will get a nice tip."

  21.

  Jane

  Working in a college town has its up and downs. In my line of work I get to get all kinds of people. Currently I work installing cable TV. Business is good in our city and I am always busy. Except for that Wednesday afternoon. I remember that day because it was the day I met Jane. She is a college freshman (second semester) and a beautiful 19 year old girl. She was my only call so far. I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. When she opened the door I was amazed at her beauty. She invited me in and showed me the rooms she wanted cable. Instantly I noticed that she was bare foot. Her feet were about a size seven with slender toes that were perfectly formed. Her toenails looked freshly painted, and they were a deep red color. Jane 's feet were the creamiest shade of white and I noticed how nicely it contrasted with her toes. As she showed me around I had a hard time not looking at her feet as she walked. The last stop was her bedroom and from the look of it she came from money. Very nice, new furniture filled the new apartment. Jane went into her closet and came back out with a pair of running shoes in her hand. She opened her dresser and grabbed a pair of cotton white socks. Being a runner myself I complimented her expensive running shoes. She thanked me and said she loved her old pair, but they had too many miles on them.

  Jane led me back to the living room and she sat on the sofa. I watched as she put her socks and shoes on. I had a hard time covering my hard-on with my clipboard! She said she had to run several errands and would be back in a few hours. With that, she closed the door and I watched her get in her car and drive away. I sat on the sofa for a second thinking how sexy she was and how nice her feet looked. I decided to visit her closet and inspect her shoe collection. When I opened her closet door I saw that she had tons of shoes. Platform strappy sandals, pumps, flats, flip flops, Keds, the works. I got down on the floor and looked at each pair. I found a well-worn pair of leather sandals that had deep dark toe prints embedded in them. I raised the sandal to my nose and inhaled the aroma. It was a light scent of sweat and leather. I kissed each of her toe prints and ran my tongue along them. I tasted the salty sweat of her young feet. My cock was straining to get free of my pants. Then I saw the old running shoes she was talking about. I reached over and brought one up to my nose. Its smell was much stronger and the sandal, but not offensive. I reached inside it and pulled the insole out. It looked like a perfect mold of her foot. The toe and heel imprints were deep mixed with some white sock lint. I pressed the insole to my nose and inhaled deeply. I closed my eyes and imagined her soft bare feet on my face. I lower the insole and ran my fingers over the indention her sweet young toes had left behind.

  Suddenly I hear the front door key slide into the dead bolt. Quickly I tried to stuff her insole s back into
her running shoes. In my excitement I put the shoes back and jumped out of her closet as I heard her close the front door. "Hello, Jim. Are you still here?" I heard her call out. I came out of her bedroom and told her it was taking me a little longer than usual. She walked into her room and took a look around. "Did I leave my closet light on? God what an idiot I am. My power bill is going to be so high." Jane said. She walked over and opened the closet door to turn the light off. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as she looked inside her closet. I couldn't remember if I put everything back in order. Finally the light went off and she came back out.

  I needed some air! I told her it was my lunch break and I was going to run and get something. "Nonsense" she said "Hang out, I've got some killer leftovers we can have." I sat at her kitchen table while she nuked the food. We talked about school and my job. Little small talk. She mentioned that she was on the schools cross-country team for a while but had to give it up. When I asked why, she said that she had trouble with shin splints and also her feet and knees hurt a lot after she ran. Of course this got my full attention. I hadn't even considered trying to actually touch her feet. I would have been happy to be left alone in her closet!

  After we ate me we moved into the living room to let our food settle. I told her that I did a lot of running and used to run track in school too. I told her that it might be a problem with the way she ran that was giving her so much trouble with her feet. I told her that I could tell how she landed on her feet when she ran. She didn't believe me. I said I could prove it to her and asked her to show me her old running shoes. She went and got them and handed them to me. She watched as I removed the insoles (again) and examined them. "I sorry, I know they have to be really stinky" she told me. "No problem. See I bet when you run you land directly on the balls of your feet" I said. She asked how I could tell. I showed her how the impression of her foot was much deeper where the balls of her feet were. "You have to land on your heel first, then roll your foot along the ground and push off with your toes." Then I decided to just go for it. I scooted near to her hand reached down and picked up her feet and swung them into my lap. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I bet these shoes are the same way." Having said that I slowly untied her right shoe and with one hand cupping her heel I slid her shoe off. Instantly I felt the heat coming from her foot on my leg. I untied the other shoe and took it off her foot too. "I bet I can tell you which foot is your strong foot too." I said. Jane seemed a little nervous, but not overly so. I placed my hands on her socks and just caressed them for a second. They felt so warm and moist that I wanted to bury my face in her soles! I slide my fingers under the top of her right socks and slowly rolled it off her foot. Then I did the same to her left foot. I looked at my lap and saw the sexiest pair of feet I had seen in a long time. Jane was totally chilled out and not looking nervous anymore. My fingers stroked up the length of her silky soles. "Your right foot is the dominate foot" I told her. "See how the skin is harder along the side of your big toe and the slide of your heels. Your left foot doesn't have that." She looked at her feet and said "Awww poor baby, am I working your too hard?" As she looked at her right foot and laughed. "It’s alright I have something for it" I said as I launched into a foot massage. My fingers pressed hard against the bottom of her right sole. I worked my fingers up her foot until I got to her toes. Then I slid my index finger between each toe and also pulled gently on each one too. "Wow, I haven't ever had a foot massage before!" she exclaimed. "Don't forget my left one!" she said joking.

  How could I!? I placed both ankles together in my lap and tried hard to conceal my erection. What could I do? All I wanted to do was just staring at her feet and run my hands all over them. Which I found myself doing. I massaged her feet for almost 30 minutes. I would raise one up to run my hand along the underside of her calf and try to get it close enough to my nose for a smell. I had one foot being massaged by both hands really hard and it accidently bumped into my nose when I tried to get it too close! The contrast of my big, thick tanned workman’s hands and her little milky white feet was almost too much.

  Jane looked up at me and told me directly, "You have a thing for feet don't you?" At first I tried to deny it, but the evidence against me was too much. "It’s alright. I don't think you’re a freak, I've just never met a foot guy before. Sooooo.. what do you think of my feet? Are they pretty enough?" Jane said with a sly smile. "You have no idea" was all I could manage to say before I raised her foot up and kissed the tip of her big toe. I looked up at her to get a reaction and all she did was let out a little giggle. That was it I was going all the way, damn it! I pressed both ankles together and buried my face in her soles. Her soles felt a little sticky and smelled so good! I slid her soles down my face as I inhaled deep until her toes where at my mouth. I opened up and stuck both of her big toes in my mouth. She let out a sexy little yelp and laughed because it tickled her. Jane tried to jerk away out of a tickle reaction but my grip on her narrow ankles was too great. Her feet weren't going anywhere. I gently nibbled on the balls of her feet as she screamed and laughed out loud. She was thrashing around like crazy trying to get away. I wish I would have tied her up, but now it was just a battle of muscle. After seeing tears of laughter stream out of her eyes. I stopped my attack and gently ran the flat part of my tongue up and down the length of her soles. She moaned a little bit and bit her bottom lip as she watched me. By the time I was ready to have her toes, her soles looked like I had rubbed baby oil on them. That is how wet and shiny they were from my saliva.

  I took my time and sucked each of her toes and made sure to lick between each one too. Finally it was time to get to work. The day was almost over. I told her I would be back tomorrow to finish her cable installation. As I was getting up I stuck her socks in my pocket. I gave her my card and gathered my things. She didn't look to happy that I was leaving, but I had to keep my job. I got into my van and drove to the nearest park. I turned off the van and pressed her socks to my nose and masturbated. In about a half second I came all over her socks!

  When I got home that night Jane called and asked me to come over for dinner. That will be another story!

  22.

  How We Met

  She had this look about her: All golden, fresh and breezy, like she’d just stepped out of a fucking tampon commercial. She was 5-9, curvy and had Jenna Elfman.s blonde hair and impish grin. She dressed like Jackie O-cool, casual and elegant.

  Of course I wanted her, even though I felt like Quasimodo standing next to her. I especially wanted her feet. The thought of kissing those smooth tanned legs, those lovely ankles and plump pink heels was always enough to bring a lump to my pants.

  We’d make small talk when I ran into her in the hallways, or when we saw each other outside at lunch. She even came to a party I threw at my house. I remember the terror I felt one Friday morning when-compelled by forces I could not understand-I sent her an email asking her if she would be interested in having coffee with me that afternoon.

  Twenty sweaty-palmed minutes later (an eternity!) I received my reply: Of course she would! I was just imagining what colors I’d be wearing at our wedding when I got another message. She’d have to cancel-one of the servers had gone down and her group would have to deal with all the confused and possibly angry customers. Damn!

  I spent the next hour mentally kicking myself for getting my hopes up. Then later that afternoon another message arrived. The server had been fixed and the mini-crises over. Would I care to join her for a drink after work? I was so excited I could pee!

  She was waiting for me outside when we got off work. I’d made sure I had put on my sunglasses before I hit the front doors so I could drink in the sight of her surreptitiously.

  She had on white slides, a white knee-length skirt, white tank top and a white sweater with a gold clasp fastened over her perfect breasts. Her sunglasses were pushed back into her hair. She smiled at me as I approached.

  Goddamn, was all I could think. We headed for the bar across the street.
Somehow I managed to keep my wits about me, even though I was practically beside myself with lust. She laughed at all my lame jokes and told some herself. I felt I was being sized up-but for what?

  We talked about work, art & her passion for fashion. Time flew. It was 9:30 PM and getting pretty dark when we decided to go. I knew she’d recently moved into a place pretty close to work, but I offered her a ride anyway so that I could spend a few more minutes with her. To my surprise, she accepted!

  As we were pulling up in front of her house she turned to me and asked me if I like to come check out her new place. I readily agreed.

  It was a struggle maintaining a cool exterior as she showed me around the house. I tried to stay behind her as much as possible so I could 1.) Burn the memory of that incredible body into my brain and 2.) Catch glimpses of her lovely soles and heels.

  After the tour was over she excused herself and went into the bathroom, returning wearing sky blue man-styled silk pajamas. Finally, I got to see her pretty bare feet!

  She plopped down on the sofa. Even though she looked as sexy as ever, I could tell she was tired.

  As I stood up and got ready to go, she smiled up at me told me I didn’t have to-she just wanted to get more comfortable and could I do her a favor: Rub her feet? Time slowed. There was a buzzing in my head and chest and a roaring in my ears.

  I looked at her feet directly for the first time: Size 8, no nail polish, perfectly proportioned. Tan on the tops, slightly pudgy with straight perfectly formed toes. Sure-I said and sat next to her on the sofa. Thanking me, she swung her legs around and her feet were resting in my lap, mere inches from my rapidly swelling cock.

  I grasped her right foot and began rotating the ankle, then went to work. >From her soft sighs and moans I could tell she was really enjoying herself. I glanced at her-Her face was suffused with pleasure, her eyes almost closed. We locked eyes and she smiled, and told me how good it felt. I felt something snap inside me-I’d decided to go for it. Grasping her foot, I planted a kiss in the top. She giggled, but didn.t pulls away.