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When I was about 8 or 9 it seems that everybody knew I had a foot fetish before I even knew what it was. I knew I had a desire to play with girls' feet, but I didn't connect it to my sexuality until later on. My father left us when my mother was pregnant with me, so it was just my mom, my two sisters, and me. One was 4 years older than me and the other was 8 years older. My mom would always joke with me about it and say that it was cute. She used to tell me about when I was younger how I would always crawl around under the table whenever her friends or co-workers would come to the house. My sister, who was 12, was cool about it. I mean she never made me feel weird. Now my oldest sister, who always seemed like she hated me, would always embarrass me about it every chance she got. Every time her friends came over and I was in the room she would tell everybody to watch their feet.
Anyway, when the school year started, both of my sisters had extra curricular activities after school, so my mom decided that I needed a babysitter. She couldn't find anybody so she asked my sisters do they know anyone. My oldest sister said one of her friends can do it. She said that her friend Carla gets out of school early, so she can be here when I got home. My mom was happy because she liked Carla and always felt that she was a good influence on my sister. She hired her immediately and gave her a key. Normally, I would be happy about a babysitter because I could try to get in her shoes, but this was different. Carla had been around our house before and always laughed when my sister embarrassed me about my facination with feet. If it was a babysitter I didn't know I could be sneaky about it, but with Carla she already knew I loved feet, so not only would I not be able to play with her feet but she might make fun of me just like my sister. Before I went to bed I begged and begged my mom to find someone else but she said that it was too late!
The next day when I got home Carla was already in the living room sitting on the couch doing her homework. She had on a pink sweater, blue jeans, white stockings, and some loafer style black flats. We spoke to each other and I went right to the television. For a while it was quiet. She was obviously studying hard, and I was busy sitting on the floor watching cartoons. I got up to go to the kitchen to fix me a sandwich and when I get back I notice she is finishing up her homework and putting her books up. While I'm finishing my snack I glace back to see that she is watching TV. Any minute I'm thinking she is going to make me turn the channel, but she didn't. When I get up to put my plate in the kitchen she asked me to bring her something to drink. I brought her a coke and she thanked me, then she gave me a very strange look. So I got back to watching my cartoons when I hear her shoes popping off. When I look back, she has her feet on the coffee table wiggling her toes like they have been trapped in those shoes. The bottoms of her stockings weren't dirty, they just looked like they were wet from sweat. I quickly turned my head back to the TV so she doesn't notice me staring, but inside I'm going crazy. I can't really enjoy my cartoons because I was thinking about her feet. Every time I glace back to see what she's doing, she is looking right at me. Before long I smelled a funny scent in the air but couldn't figure out what it was. It smelled really sour and strong like soy sauce or worstershire sauce. Finally I put 2 and 2 together and realized it was her feet. Now I'm feeling really strange because before this day I never imagined feet could smell that strong. I mean I would just play with feet, I never paid attention to the smell. What was even stranger was the fact that I still wanted to play with her feet. So I get up to go to bathroom (so I can stare at them without her noticing) and while I'm coming back in the living room the smell hit me. Just as I'm about to sit back down she asked "don't you want to play with my feet?" I said "no", and she called me a liar. She kept asking and asking like she didn't believe me, so finally I told her that I did want to play with them but I was scared that she would tell my sister and they would make fun of me when she got home. She started smiling and apologized for laughing at me. She said at first she thought that I didn't mess with her feet because they smelled bad. Then she told me how much she appreciated how I behaved and said that she won't tell my sister if I won't. She told me not to tickle them because she hated that.
By now I was kind of nervous, but I felt a strong sense of relief come over me. I still wondered why she was so nice about it, and I kind of felt like it was a trap, but I didn't care because it was worth the risk. So I sat next to her on the couch and she swung her feet from the coffee table straight to my lap, bringing a whole new wave of concentrated foot odor. They smelled really, really bad, but I couldn't stop sniffing. I just wanted to put my nose closer and closer. She immediately asked me how they smelled and I told her like soy sauce and she started laughing. She said she was sorry about that, then she explained how she has to walk 1.5mi. from the high school to my house. I told her it was okay, and assured her by taking her foot and putting it right up to my nose. It was still wet and completely covered my face. The smell was a lot stronger. I kept it there inhaling all of the intoxicating stench for about a minute and put it back in my lap. She looked at me and said "you must really like my feet", I just looked at her and smiled. After she turned the channel to MTV, we both just sat on the couch while I massaged her feet. I could tell she really liked it because of the noises she was making. After a while I stopped massaging them and grabbed both of ankles and put her feet right beside each other, making a little footbed. Then I laid my face on the surface and proceeded to rub my face all over the bottoms of her feet. They were a little dryer now, but the smell was still intense. She adjusted herself in her seat as her moaning grew louder.
Next, I put her feet back down into my lap and lightly tickled them. At first, she jumped and told me to stop, but as I continued to do it she started liking it and told me how relaxing it felt. So for the rest of the evening we watched TV while I had fun with her feet. Everyday after that (up until the time when I no longer needed a babysitter)when I got home I would go directly to her feet and continue my ritual, and no matter what kind of footware she had on the smell would always be intense!
My time as a bachelor is about to end as I am about get married, so I figure maybe it's a good time to start telling my story or at least some tales.
I have been in your midst for a long, long time. I admit I have been enjoying the fruits of your labors. I have enjoyed the feet pictures and videos you have
all provided for so long. I lurked, as they say. I have felt guilty about that for far too long. So, I guess I thought I'd contribute something.
I'm about to get married, but I already said that. Besides, it's what has come before this that I think will be of interest to you all. I have
enjoyed a mighty good life. In this world and on this message board, I would hope you know what that means.
I am a footman, but I suspect if you're reading this you are too. I have taken pleasure in the feet so many women. I kissed their tops, sucked their
toes, licked their soles and derived immense pleasure from their feet. I slept with them all.
Why am I telling you all of this?
I'm getting married. Yes, I met a girl I think I want to spend the rest of my life with. She is amazing from head to toes, but I am not here to talk
about her. I will not talk about her. Here to talk about everything that has come before.
There was a lot. Many. Every single one was a beauty and every single one had ten toes which all tasted so very different, but which all got me off.
Where did it begin? My first recollections are of my babysitter. She was this lovely girl that lived in my neighborhood. I recall always pulling off her
shoes and playing with her feet. Most of all I remember her letting me. When I realized my fetish I inquired about the babysitter with my Mom and she told
me all about her. She said I would light up like a bulb whenever she came over. The great part of my inquiries is that my mother had photos of us, the
babysitter and me. She gave me them and I cherish them to this day, because in the photos you see me smiling and happy and you see her beautiful and barefoot.
My mom is clueless, so I asked her. "why is Joan barefoot in all these photos?" She said and I quote, "I don't know. She always kicked
off her shoes whenever she came over. We never asked her to. She just did."
I never want to admit I got hard in the response of my Mom, but damn if I did not sport wood right there on the spot. It was not because of her, of course.
Thank god. It was because of Joan.
Here's where the story gets good. I was in college at that time, when my mom gave me the photos. I grew into a pretty good looking and very confident
guy. Cocky might be a better word. I was home on break and actually had the balls to call Joan up. She was in her thirties at that juncture and I remember
praying she wasn't married as I dialed her digits.
We talked for about two hours. Our conversation ranged from getting reacquainted and caught up on our lives to a full-on seduction on my part. I told her
about the photos I came across and I admitted to her how attracted I was to her then as a kid. She laughed, but I also told her I would just love to see her
in person. I told her I wanted to buy her dinner and she accepted.
At this juncture, let me tell all of you I highly recommend doing this. First of all, I was never hornier than those two days while waiting for out date.
Second, when I picked her up, she turned out to be so damn hot. She looked so much better than the girl in the pictures. She was a woman and the years were
very kind. Third, yes, I ended up fulfilling a fantasy that most likely fueled each and every balls-out seduction that occurred in my life after that.
At dinner, I sweet talked her. I told her how pretty she looked and how she looked just like the girl in the photos and even better. When I asked her what
she recalled about me as a kid, she went through a short and funny list of things like pudgy cheek and a crazy laugh and a penchant for everything sweet. Then
she finally smiled and said, "And you used to play with my feet a lot."
That's what I was waiting for. I replied, "Oh. That. Yeah. I think you might have had a big effect on me. More than you know."
I waited until she replied. She said, "I did? How?"
I swallowed my food and looked at her. I admitted, "I still do that today with girlfriends. I play with their feet. I think you were my first," I
said with a big smile. When I said the word play, I made quote signs I the air. She laughed but kept looking my way. So I took that as a good sign and
that's when I said something I will remember for the rest of my life. I said, "Joan, you're so beautiful I'm finding it hard not want to hit
on you. I just wonder if you still see me the kid you babysat for or if you see me as a man who might just like to ask you out sometime."
She blushed and couldn't even look at me. That's when I knew I had her. The thought of kissing her feet and sucking on her toes made me so damn hard.
I said, "Can I ask you out sometime?"
She smiled and finally said, "I think you already did, Scott. Aren't we on a date right now?"
At this point I think I need to fast-forward an hour and get to the good parts. We went back to her place and I remember thinking how incredibly well this was
all going and how incredible easy it was to seduce her. I can honestly say years after babysitting me and instilling a mighty strong foot fetish in me, she
was instilling something else entirely. She was giving me confidence and lots of it. We kissed a while in the living room before moving to the bedroom. In
the living room though, I pulled off her shoes and my hands were all over them while we kissed. Playing with my babysitter's feet so many years after the
fact was something I never imagined would happen. I kept thinking I must be dreaming, but I wasn't. My hands moved all over her toes and sole. It was
was something I made happen and that got me so excited. Her feet were so pretty and very, very soft. As I touched them, Joan giggled at first and then said,
"Some things never change." She then moved her body so her feet were more accessible to my hands and after just a few minutes of that I said,
"Where's your bedroom?"
In bed, I sucked her toes for a good five minutes before we made love. It was an amazing feeling to have these feet after all these years. I cannot even
begin to tell you how turned on I was. I almost blew my load just from sucking them. Joan seemed to like the feeling of my mouth and tongue on her toes and
feet. When we were having sex she put her feet on my shoulders and also on my chest. I also moved them to my face when I was inside her so I could suck her
toes some more as we had sex. Needles to say, I eventually came all over. So much so Joan laughed and said, "Wow." We had sex three more times
that night and I think I taught her how to give her first footjob too. I don't think she ever did that before.
At one point in the night she asked, "You really like feet huh?" I said, "Yes and I really think yours are very pretty." She laughed but
I could tell she liked the compliment.
It was such an incredible night and we saw each other often after that. It was when I went back to school that we eventually stopped talking to each other. I
asked her to come visit me a few times, but she never did. I have not talked to her since that fall when I was in school, but I will never forget her. Her
feet were so pretty. They were size eight and had these perfect long toes that I could suck and pull at like licorice candy.
I think that experience instilled a lot of confidence in me because I became so aggressive with women and only targeted those with feet I evaluated as top
notch. I guess I see girls with less than stellar feet as a waste of time. That sounds rude, but it is just how I have always acted.
I have a lot more stories. I mean a lot. Some are so unbelievable I imagine I'd get a lot of flack if I posted them, but they are true. In any case, I
hope you all like this one.
Great recollection of your experiences. I'd love to read about her giving you a full FJ if you ever have the time to write about it. Well written. Great
job!
Dude, the FJ was so great. I think it was so great because it was her
of course. Seeing her feet slide across my shaft was something I
imagined many times growing up after she stopped babysitting and when
those kinds of thoughts started entering my brain every 8 seconds. I
remember kneeling on the bed and bringing her feet together onto my
shaft. She watched with wide eyes as I slid it across her soles like I
was making love to her feet. I was so into in and was watching the
action so intently, I recall being surprised when she spoke. She
asked, "Do you like that?" I nodded and then told her to do it. I
stopped rocking and she fumbled with it at first, but like most girls,
she was up to the challenge. I watched as she got the hang of it.
After a bit she really seemed to like doing it. During it her toes
looked so good all over my shaft. After a while I got on my back and
told her to continue but while sitting between my legs. She got the
hang of that position really quick. I didn't blow though. She ended
up getting on top and made me me come again with some nifty moves she
obviously perfected over the years. The whole experience with her was
really incredible.
Cool story. I think there may be a few guys who have fantasized about hooking up with their babysitter once they were an adult and there's no doubt that
not many have done it. Glad you had the opportunity and took the time to write about it. I'd love to hear more stories about other women you've had
foot fun with.
wow great story i hope you can right some more story like the babysitter wow you rock
Welcome - great work and yes extremely well written. Can't wait to hear more!
Too cool. I too had a crush with who became a babysitter. Than x for the memmories.
What the hell! This is about a five year old post!
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Hey Everybody!
I'm just getting started with the mousepad, and I was wondering if anyone has any babysitter feet stories... you know, the events where your babysitter put her feet on you while you were on the floor or maybe while playing airplane. I apologize if this subject has been talked about before, but I never had the opportunity to enjoy female feet in this manner. Hope to hear about some events!
You and I must be from the same foot fetish tree. Having a woman rub my stomach and chest with her bare soles is just about my favorite thing on this planet. I have loved soles just about as far back as I can remember and though out my life I've had a plethora of soles on me, and I can remember each pair, each with their own particular look, shape and "feel". As a child I had all sorts of feet rubbed against me, from mother to aunts to babysitters to family friends. Whether it was on the couch, on the floor or paying "airplane" each one brings back memories I'll never forget. I'll begin by sharing my first experience with my mother, which is actually my foster parent that raised me from age 4 till present.
I first came to the US from Honduras in the summer of 1988, I was 4 yrs old and had been adopted by a family in Texas. To make a long story short, I was 4 yrs old and already had somehow developed a foot fetish because I remember already enjoying my aunts feet on my stomach before I moved away.
So I arrived to the U.S and remember being fascinated with how different the American women's feet were. The light
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