Re: Feet under feet Saturday, 07-Mar-98 09:02:56

195.67.188.168 writes:

Hi there again. Last time I forgot to write my name(Iīm the guy who posted the first letter named Feet on feet.) Anyway Iīd thought that I should write a little something about myself. I am today 27 years old and my feetinterest began 15-20 years ago. My first encounter with a female foot occured when I was 12 years old. I had a babysitter, a small korean girl. She was 5.1 and 110 pounds, and she had cute little size 5― feet with red nailpolish. It was a warm summer so she was barefoot all the time. I looked at her feet as often as I could, and one day she asked me:"why are you staring at my feet?" Before I could shut my mouth I said:"I think they are beatyful". "You are one strange little man" she said. "Do you want to feel them?", she said as she slammed her bare heel down on my toes. "How did that feel?",she said with a big smile on her face. "Nice", I said. She looked at me, grinned, and said:"Wait and see". I did not understand what she ment with that then but I became aware of that the next time she babysat me. I was in the livingroom watching TV when I heard a funny noise from down the hall. Click - click it sounded. I walked down the hall to find out what was going on. I went down in the kitchen and there i met my babysitter, she was wearing black heels with open toes. What the...? I thought when she said:" I have borrowed my sisters shoes, do you like them?" "Yes" I said "they are nice". Before I knew what was happening, he put her heel down on my third toe. She was putting on more and more weight til she was finally standing full weight on my toe. Her heels werenīt of the stilleto type, but they had heels about 2― inch high and the tip were about ―inch in diameter. When she got off my toe she said,grinning,"Did it feel nice?" My toe really did hurt, but I said:" is that all you can do"? She looked at me as if I wore crazy and said"OK,you asked for it" Then she put her heel down on my other footīs little toe. She twisted her heel as if the toe was an cigarrette. That did hurt. "Oouch" I said,"that did hurt". "That was the meaning of it",she said with a smile on her face."Donīt stare at people", she said "then you could be in real pain." "OK, I understand", I said. Later that day when the pain had dissapeared I asked if she could step on my toe one more time. "Didnīt you get enough te last time", she laughed and pressed one of my toes again. Strangely it didnīt hurt so much this time as before, so I thought "maybe Iīm getting used to this". Well, I got used to it and she keeped stepping on me the remaining weeks of the summer, barefoot and in all kinds of shoes. I specially remember a pair of yellow clogs with green and brown flowers on it. s--- they were ugly, but that didnīt matter as long as my babysitters (i think her name was Jen, or something) cute little feet were in them pressing my feet down in the floor. In the autumn my family moved and i have not seen her since. She was 15 then so she should be around 30 now. God, how i want to see my "first timer" again. We have a lot of memories to redo.

You must excuse me for my bad english, but I hope that I havenīt made too many mistakes.

C U

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