I remember always being fascinated by womens' feet,whether they had sandals
on or off, I was always turned on by them.  This was before I hit puberty.  I
can't explain it and often thought something was wrong with me.  Now I can
see that there are others, both men & women that feel the same.  I feel quite
a bit better now.  Well on to my story, know that this and any other story I
send is real, not fantasy as I believe that honesty is always the best
policy.
    The story begins with my first love.  I shant use her name but she was
pretty, but very stubborn.  When I first saw her feet I thought how I would
like to feel them bare and resting on my belly.  My stomach is my favorite
place to be stepped on and then the area around the suprapubic,just above the
groin.  Well it took me awhile to wear down her defenses just to get her to
put her bare feet on my stomach, but she finally did.  I was lying down at her
feet on my stomach and her feet were resting on my back.  It was winter where
I lived then and it was pretty cool in the house.  Well I turned over onto my
back and for once she did'nt take her feet off of me and by chance my shirt
had pulled up and I felt a portion of her bare foot on my stomach where my
shirt had pulled up.  "Your foot is cold" I said and she replied
saying "I know."  "I can warm them up for You if You
want." She asked me how and I said by putting them on my bare stomach.
She was afraid of being seen as we were sitting if front of a window and I
suggested that we move to another couch.  I guess I had finally worn her down
enough that she said OK.  Needless to say my heart was pounding so hard I was
afraid she'd hear it and say no to the whole thing, but she did'nt and the
next thing I knew I was laying at her feet with my shirt up, too cold to take
it off, and she put her cold bare feet on my stomach.  This was the first
time I had ever had or been at a womens' feet and it was indeed a dream come
true.  Well I knew that next I would have to get her to step on me and that
happened at her house.  I was lying the floor being her footrest and kissing
her toes when she said she wanted to get something to drink and stood up.
She stepped into her sandals, I forget the style but they were popular then.
They had a leather insole with real light yellowish kind of sole, and the
soles were semi-stiff and hard.  Before she had sometimes stood over me and
put her sandaled foot on me and pressed down but would balk @ actually
stepping on me, or as a romantic would say; crushing my unworthy body beneath
her lovely sandaled foot.  Well on this day she did the same thing and put
her sandaled foot on my stomach and pressed down.  She asked me if it was too
much and I said "no, go and ahead and step on me."  "You will
not hurt me if You do."  Well what happened next caught me by surprise,
she took her foot off of me and stood there looking down at me for a minute
and then she put her sandaled foot on me and slowly stepped on me and over
me.  I still remember the feeling to this day.  I almost exploded it felt so
good.  By the way,the bottom of her sandal left an imprint on my stomach
after she had stepped on me.  She stepped on me twice more that afternoon,
once barefooted and with her sandals the last time.  We were supposed to go
somewhere and I had to go to my place and get ready, but since I was lying
between her and her room I stayed on the floor to see if she would step on me
again and she sort of leaned down and rubbed my stomach with her hand and
then stood and laughed and before I knew she stepped right on stomach with
her left foot and went on into her room.  Once again her sandal left an
imprint,letters and all, on my stomach.  Truly indeed was that a day to
remember.