05.
KRISTEN'S FOOT STOOL
AUTHOR : UNKNOWN

Kristen was a beautiful girl. Soft blue eyes, and long brown hair.
She was in her sophomore year at college, and was home for the summer. Her
parents lived in a small subdivision, and because she had grown up there,
she knew almost everyone. Including me. We were the only kids in the
subdivision, and we were good friends, especially in grade school, and middle
school. But as time passed and we matured more, we gradually drifted
apart. After her senior year in High School, she moved away to college.
She would hardly ever visit home at all for the first year, and this was
only her second time back home this year.


I had just graduated from High School, and was bored. I still had
another month before I went to college, and had no plans besides sit and
vegetate in front of the computer by day, and party by night. Things were
really starting to get too routine for me, until she came home for a visit.
I'm not exactly sure if she even wanted to talk to me anymore, so I
decided not push my luck. Just a hello, a smile, and as much small talk as
she made. So satisfied with my 'plan' to re-acquaint myself with her, I went
outside, and positioned myself in the yard, where I knew that we could see each other.


She had no idea that had a foot fetish, and used to 'admire' her feet
from afar when we were younger. I've always had a crush on her, when we were teenagers,
and I always found myself lusting after her feet when we were together.



Now two years later I found myself in the same damn position, lusting after
her and her cute tootsies. However, I didn't get a chance to reminisce long,
when she said, "Hi Mike, haven't seen you in awhile." She came up from nowhere!
"Oh, hello Kristen, so, how is college so far?  You know, I'm going to college, this fall"
I said, wondering where she came from. "Oh it's alright, a lot easier than high school. 
So which college are you going to?" Kristen asked. "Oh, its a small college in
Indiana, you probably never heard of it. Hey, where were you, just now? I
didn't hear your door." I remarked. "Oh, I was out jogging." she replied.
"In THOSE shoes" I nearly exclaimed too loudly. She was wearing a pair of canvas
shoes, definitely not your typical running shoes. "Yeah, I forgot my tennies in my dorm
back at college. Anyway, I just wanted to say hello.  And it looks like I really have to
get back to my typing," she said. _Canvas shoes and SOCKS, there isn't a sexier
combination than that!_ I thought to myself, as I walked back inside to the air
conditioning.


Just as I settled in for another boring day in front of the
computer, I heard a knocking. I was very unwilling to get up. It was 95 degrees outside,
and even with the air conditioning I just wanted to relax.  But as soon as saw that it was
Kristen, I perked up right away. "Hello again, what brings you over here" I asked
good-naturedly, glancing down at her feet.  When I did, I saw that she was still wearing
the same shoes. "Hi Mike, I need your help!" she said. "You need MY help?" I asked.
"I think, you know a lot about computers right?" she pleaded. "Well, I know a little, what's
the problem?" I asked. "well, I have a computer at school, and I was typing
a paper on it. I saved everything to a disk so that I could work on it here
at home and...and, the damn thing WON'T save to my disk! I just typed 800 words, before
I went jogging, and I was going to save it when I got back, but, it wont do it!" she said in a
very flustered tone. "Could you please come over and take a look at it?" she added. "Well,
I'm not busy for awhile, so I guess I could," I said trying to conceal my excitement!


Needless to say, I followed her right over. As soon as I got there
though, she started straightening up the house, and wouldn't even sit next to me.
The first thing I checked was the disk, and sure enough, the little lock
protection slider on top was slid into the 'lock' position. Even though I
found the problem, I decided to 'fake' it, so I could stay a little longer,
long enough for her to take off her shoes at least!  So I stalled for
another hour, then she finally stopped straightening her mother's house. She
pulled up a chair, and said "So, can you get it?". "Well, I think I've
got it pinned down now." I said, as I slyly watched her place her feet
underneath the desk. She was STILL wearing her shoes after about ten
minutes of her feet being under there. By now, the combination of her sexy
voice, and sexy feet, I was going WILD. Sadly though, I knew I would have
to leave her and her feet, because I was running out of things to 'check' on
her computer. I tried to act like I was bored with being there, so she
would keep on talking to me.  Then, she said the magic words. "Ohh, are my
feet tired." Wow, was I happy to hear that!  Maybe I'd even get see
her feet before I left! "Why don't you take a break, and give me a foot
massage?" I almost lost it!  Just those words was all it took to get my
heart pumping! "Sure." I tried my hardest not to seem too enthusiastic, but
I'm sure I sounded eager!  And with that, she placed her feet, still in their
shoes, on my lap. I wanted to be sure to savour every moment I could so I
took my time, untying each shoe, then loosening them. I took off each of
her canvas shoes with such care, you'd think they were solid gold! I took
my time holding the shoes, I tried to make seem like I didn't know where to
put them down. However she soon reached out and said, "here let me take
those things."  With that, she took the shoes away from me and set them
on the computer desk next to her. I was sooo nervous!  My hands were
shaking, and I was beginning to feel a little bit buzzed. "What's the
matter?  Mike, you look like you've just seen a ghost," she said almost
seductively. "Uhhh, hmm nothing...I'm just a little bit woozy" I stammered.


"Are my feet bothering you?" she said. "It..it's not...then what is
it Mike?" she softly questioned. She was onto me, from the beginning! "Do
you like my pretty little feet?" I just looked into her eyes, pleading
without words. "I think you should lie down on your back for awhile...Mike," she
said rather sensuously. I agreed, and lied down, face up.  "By the way,
you may want to check to see if the disk is write protected!" And with that
she slowly lowered her sock clad feet, lower, and lower. Then she placed
them, gently on my face, flicked the little square on the disk closed, and began typing.
Hours passed, which seemed like minutes, as one of my greatest
fantasies was being realized. The whole time she typed, I lied there, under
her feet, becoming acquainted with every stitch in the soles of her damp socks.
Periodically she would shift her feet on my face, sometimes her toes pointed
straight into my mouth, other times, I was just covered.
"Well, Mike, are you enjoying yourself?  Are you ready for a change of
pace yet?" she asked. I tried to reply, but she just wiggled her soles playfully into my face.
"No, don't say anything, I know what you want now.  But sorry, you can't have it -
not just yet," she said, as she took off her socks, using her feet. Both fell squarely on my
face. Then she  moved her socks around my face, with her now bare feet. "Mike..." she
moaned, as her hands wandered up her thighs, and closer to her pussy. "Oh Mike...suck
my toes!" she moaned, as she plunged her toes into my mouth. I couldn't see much with
her sweet foot in my mouth. Her running shorts were now down around her
ankles, and they were saturated with her juice in the crotch. With her toes
still in my mouth they slid down further, past her heel, then past her arch,
then the soaked shorts reached her saliva-soaked toes just as she pulled them
out of my mouth. The shorts stayed there, teetering on the tips of her toes. The
crotch was directly above my face, as it slid off the tip of her toe, and onto my face!
"Well, I already know you like the taste, of my feet, but how
about my sweet pussy?" she spoke, as her bare foot came down, and pressed
the wet crotch of the shorts into my mouth. I have never smelled a smell
as erotic as the combined smell of her feet and pussy.
"Do you like this smell too, Mike?" she said. I could only mumble out the word "yes".
"Good, because from now on you are my humble slave forever" With these words she
pushed her shorts deeper into my greedy mouth with her perfect feet, as I laid there with
an extreme hard on of this beautiful girl who was really dominant and unbelievable sexy. 

   THE END.