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Subject: RP: Hinka and Jill (FF,feet)
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Hinka was a dear friend of mine who lived next door. We'd commute into the
city together almost ever day. I've written many erotic stories with her. Here,
in
her own words, is the story of how she and her lover Jill first met. I promised
her
I'd post it every so often.

      Ed
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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 (honest) of our first
meeting 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.

We both live in Bergen County NJ in a lovely town near Paramus. I'm 36 and
a Computer Consultant on Wall Street, Jill is 27 and works part-time in a Shoe
store.
She spends the rest of her day doing "housewife" duties and working at her
hobbies.

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 

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Alas, Jill and Hinka are no longer together. Jill moved backed to the UK and
Hinka,
wonder of wonders, married a MAN. They are now living happily in Colorado.
Hinka says she no longer writes and is totally devoted to Dave. What a pity! My
new neighbor's 
are a young couple with two small boys. My commute into the city is very lonely
now. Hinka, if your reading this, I miss you!

               Love 

                   Ed

EdNNJ42@aol.com

I value your opinion on the above. Please direct all comments (both pro & con)
to ednnj42@aol.com 

I reply to almost all communication, and would enjoy reading your response.

                        


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