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Sweet Feet (FF,feet)

By Hinka

Please do not read if under age of 18. Contains some offbeat material
not suitable for children or closed minded individuals. 

I've received so many requests for a foot story, I thought everyone
might enjoy to hear how Jill and I met. This is a true story of our
first encounter and is lovingly dedicated to her. It has been revised
since it's last post for "historical accuracy" and to include our
first sexual encounter.

It was a Saturday in February, so like a good New Jerseyan I trotted
off to a local Mall to do some shopping. I needed a new pair of black
pumps so I started my quest by looking in my favorite shoe stores. Not
having any luck I ventured over to the food court to drown my sorrows
in a slice of pizza.  An older woman, with way too much eyeshadow, sat
down at the next table. I noticed she was carrying a bag from a shoe
store I hadn't seen before. I asked her where it was located and was
soon off down the mallways to continue my quest. The new store was
pretty crowded but they did have a nice selection. I slipped off my
boots and started to browse. One nice thing about a crowded shoe store
is all the pretty feet you see. Looking upon the other women slipping
there toes in and out of shoes was making me feel very warm. I picked
out a pair of pumps, sat down and waited my turn. I remember getting
frustrated, waiting so long, and was about to leave when Jill came
over. I was looking down putting on my boot when her beautiful pair of
feet stopped in front of me. Clad in a silky taupe hose, I could
detect a pale pink nailpolish on the perfectly shaped toes. Looking up
I gazed into the face of an angel. She introduced herself as Jill and
asked if I needed any help. I stammered out I was looking for a pair
of pumps and was a six B. Kneeling down she lifted my foot and gently
pulled off my boot.  Her soft hands cupped my sole and lovingly placed
it against a metal measure. It's been years since I've been measured
and I thought it a little strange.  Her palm flattened out my toes as
I playfully wiggled them for her.  Taking my other foot she did the
same. As she walked away to get the shoes my eyes where glued to her
dainty feet. With each step, as her arch raised off the carpet, I
could almost feel my pussy throb. She returned soon after with three
or four boxes. As she placed my foot in the first pump she commented,
"Isn't it a shame how moist and clammy some boots can leave your feet.
I bet you can't wait to get home to take them off. I'm lucky my boss
doesn't mind me going shoeless all day". I immediately responded,
"Yes. What they need is a warm bath and a good massage. I kick off my
shoes at work sometimes too. I would love to have a job where I could
go barefoot all day".  After the second pump was on I got up and
walked around. I could feel her eyes as they followed my movements. I
sat down before the kneeling jewel and told her they seemed tight (she
had put on a five and a half B). Jill smiled, removing the first pump
she said, "I think your feet are too cramped from being in those boots
all day. Maybe this will help". With those words she began to massage
my foot. Starting with the toes, her magical fingers caressed my
nylons. Squeezing my instep we looked deeply into each others eyes.
Not breaking our gaze she kneaded in earnest as my heel nestled
against her crotch.  We said nothing but our eyes spoke volumes. I was
getting so hot my breathing started to quicken. I could tell Jill was
getting excited too. Realizing our surroundings Jill stopped abruptly.
We both took a quick look around to see if anyone had noticed us.
Feeling safe Jill put on the second pair of shoes.  Still feeling
flushed I hobbled around the store in them. I made a hasty decision to
buy the pumps and hurried out the door. Making a beeline for home I
threw off my clothes and nestled into bed. There was no need for
lubrication, as I remembered her warm touch, and gently fingered
myself to relief. 

   Three days passed and I couldn't get Jill off of my mind. Having a
strong fetish, I have played foot games with women in the past. No one
had ever turned me on as much as her. I went back to the store that
night hoping to find her. The manager said she was part-time and only
worked Saturdays. On Saturday I went back to the Mall. Wearing my
finest hose and heels I waited until just before closing. Walking in I
sat down, took off my heels, and asked for Jill. I could see her face
brighten as she came out of the backroom and saw me. My legs crossed,
I dangled my sheerest black hose before her. I playfully arched my
foot and wiggled my toes in her face as she knelt down.  Saying how
much I loved the black pumps she sold me, I wondered if they had the
same thing in red. Taking my foot in her loving hands once again, she
said, "I remember you and your pretty feet. Your a six B. Your foot is
much sexier tonight. Not clammy at all". With those words she gently
slid her finger along my arch towards the toes. I also slid my hand
down my leg to gently rub the top. "Yes", I smiled. "I made sure that
tonight there nice and dry for you". My hand glided down to my toes
and touched her as she teased the sheer underside. I gently squeezed
her warm skin against the silky material, while curling my toes around
her slender finger. Our eyes met once again and I knew that I wanted
no other. I prolonged the "trying on" process as much as possible.
Every so often the manager would stick his head out, obviously anxious
to leave. Finally he said the Mall was closing and had to lock up. I
bought the last pair I had tried on and commended him for hiring such
a fine saleswoman. Waiting for Jill to leave, I sat down on a bench
near the store. To my horror, Jill took off quickly in the other
direction. Rushing after, my heart sank as I stared into the parking
lot and couldn't find her. Then I heard her angelic voice behind me.
"Cold night isn't it", her lips mellowed. "I could go for some hot
tea. How about you?" Needless to say I nodded "Yes". I followed her
car to a local diner. Once inside we sat at a booth and started to
chit chat. We felt so comfortable with each other it wasn't long
before our most intimate secrets came out.   I found out she too had a
foot fetish. I remember holding her hand tightly, looking into her
eyes and praying inside when I told her I was a lesbian.  Without
saying a word she slipped off her shoe and rubbed my leg with her
nylon foot. I thanked god, smiled broadly and did the same. Our feet
played under the table as we held hands and looked into each other. I
knew then I was in love. She followed me home from the Diner. Once
inside the door I led Jill over to my couch. Kneeling before her I
slipped off her shoes. Holding her loafer close to my face, I inhaled
the sweet perfume. Bending down I kissed each toe. With both hands I
held her feet against my cheeks. The toes covered my eyes, the arch my
nose and the heel rested against my lips. I drank in her aroma as I
helped her gently rub my skin. Her sweet feet rescinded as I reached
up and pulled down her hose. Now standing over me, she took my head
and held it close against her trimmed mound. Finding her slit I
tongued and sucked in earnest. No pussy has ever tasted so sweet. Her
juices flowed freely into my anxious mouth, as she moaned her delight.
Falling back down on the couch, I attacked her opening fervently. My
fingers held her lips wide as I eagerly lapped the bucking goddess.
As I sucked her clit deep into me, she let out a loud cry. Her orgasm
rippled through her body as waves of her foam slid down my throat.
Tears of joy swelled in her eyes and we hugged each other, while
crying like school girls. The rest of the night was spent making
passionate love. Next morning we had breakfast and vowed to be
together again soon.  

   Three years have passed since our first date. Jill moved into my
house over a year ago and we plan to stay together forever. We love
each other more every day. Our foot games still thrill us and keep our
passion high. I can't wait to get home, shed my clothes and get Jill
in a 69. We love licking and sucking each others toes as fingers probe
our wet slits. Sometimes I'll keep my nylons on and have Jill tongue
my toes through the sheer webbing. One of Jill's favorites is to oil
her breasts and, as she lies before me, have me massage her tits with
my toes and heel. By the time my big toe works it's way down to her
throbbing clit, any pressure on it sends her convulsing madly. I love
to hear Jill moan and I try to keep her on the edge as long as
possible. We try to be creative in our love making to "fan the flames"
as much as possible. Jill is watching me type this and doesn't want
all our little secrets out. For the most part, we're still in the
"closet" and will probably remain there for now. Hope you enjoyed our
story. It's been great for us reminiscing over how we met. 

	      Love

		Jill and Hinka 
  
As always your comments are very welcome. Please send to HinkaNNJ36@aol.com



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