Foot Fetish- Double the Pleasure

Foot Fetish- Double the Pleasure

For the first 20 years of my life, my feet were not on my mind at all. I discovered my foot fetish unexpectedly at the office. In his mid 40’s, my coworker Brad was not unattractive, but I didn’t find myself sexually aroused by him. One typical day at the office I was up on a stool trying to reach a box on the top shelf, I was wearing a short dress but I wasn’t too concerned about anyone seeing my panties because I was in a closet. The closet door was open and in walked Brad asking me some questions. Because his voice shocked me, I rolled my ankle and fell from the stool. Papers spilling from the overturned box transformed the little office closet into a snow globe, Brad and I were the little characters inside.

Ouch! Holy fuck! You scared me and I twisted my ankle! “Sit on the stool, let me check your foot to make sure it’s ok.” We both knew my foot was just fine, and I was about to pull my foot out of his hands when suddenly a jolt shot through my entire body. No one had ever touched my feet like that before. As a result, I was suddenly helpless. He went from a light touch to a massage, and now to something beyond sensual. It became obvious very quickly that Brian had a foot fetish and I was starting to think that maybe I did too.

“Violet, you have very sensitive feet, don’t you?”

Dumbfounded, I stared at him. My boyfriend back home and Brad’s wife should be taken into consideration! I should have protested, got up, and walked out of that closet. But instead, like the slutty cheating girlfriend I was, I slipped my other foot into his lap and allowed him to complete his work. Slowly, my knees bent and fell apart, exposing my red panties. But I was so entranced by the way his fingers slid between my toes that I couldn’t bring myself to close my legs. His eyes weren’t on my pussy anyway. His eyes were fixated on my petite, manicured toes as he gradually pulled my feet closer to his face. Simultaneously he breathed in through his nose and sipped on my toes as if I were a glass of fine wine.

I started to reach towards my pussy to touch my clit as I knew that would throw me over the edge. But then he sat my feet down on the floor and started picking up all the loose papers around us and organizing them back into the box. My face got hot. Confusion, frustration, and fury even flowed through me as the most intense sexual experience of my life ended as suddenly as it began.

 “The office isn’t the place for us to explore your foot fetish.”

And then he left me there, hot and bothered and alone in the office closet. Fuck. The seconds ticked by like hours the rest of the day. I had to finish my work in my soaked through panties. As he grabbed his coat and passed by my desk, Brain dropped a note to me on a folded up sticky note that read, “My place tonight, 8 pm. Do not wash your feet.”

At first I deliberated on whether or not I should go, but I knew Brian held the key to something very important to me. I texted my boyfriend I would be working late and headed over to Brian’s house. A petite woman opened the door and invited me in. “So you are the sweet Violet with the sensitive feet?”

Shyly I acknowledged my recently discovered foot fetish.

Brad was in the dining room arranging 2 dining room chairs to face a third chair. He gestured for me to join him and have a seat in the single chair pulled away from the table. He and his wife sat opposite me in the opposing two chairs. Brian grabbed my right foot and pulled it into his lap, rubbing it sensually. He damn near gave me the fasted orgasm of my life, but pulled back before my body had a chance to explode. “See, I told you she was a sensitive one!”

Sarah took my foot and dunked it into a bucket of very hot soapy water. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked sweetly. I would agree to anything to experience the orgasm I knew was waiting for me at the end of this foot rub if Brian would just let me have it! Both our feet rubbed together in the basin while Brad started getting more sexual with his foot rubbing.

“I also have a foot fetish and I find that rubbing the feet of another woman doubles the pleasure.”

I like clean, freshly bathed feet while Brad prefers feet after a long day at work. May I rub your left foot?” She pulled my foot out of the basin and started drying it with a towel. “If you like, you can play with my feet while Brad and I play with yours.” She handed me the towel and I took it.

Shortly after that, we all headed upstairs to the bedroom. If you want all the steamy details of our threesome, give me a call for some hot phone sex and I won’t hold anything back!

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