Estelle

Estelle loved to run. Her lean 5.7 feet tall body moved in perfect grace, and every subtle curve of her body swung and swayed with the firmness of her youth and training. 
She had run her usual track, one of these fitness circuits in the nearby woods and as it was such an incredibly nice night, and as the full moon up above seemed to charge her with silver energy, she had ran on. She had left the usual track and followed one of the little paths through the trees, jumping across fallen tree trunks, ducking under lower branches, and she felt extremely happy, and so absolutely aware of her body. The stillness of the forest calmed her and after quite some time she slowed down a bit, starting to wonder wether it would be time to go back. It was then when she heard a noise. She turned her head, went on a few steps and heard it again. She stopped. There it was again. A whisper. And another one. Two voices whispering. She walked gingerly towards the voices and noticed that there was a little unexpected clearing close to where she was. 
She ducked behind a fallen tree covered by mushrooms and undergrowth, and peered around the edge. There were people there. The tall lightly built shape of a woman with raven black hair, cut in a sort of stylised page look, was bending over another person in a kiss. They both wore black gym-pants with white stripes on the side of the legs and matching tops that left, arms, shoulders and most of their backs and bellies bare. Now they moved and Estelle saw to her surprise that they were both women. The first one crouched down at the stump of a tree, on which her friend sat down. And with a smile of her full, lips, light blue lipstick shining in the moonlight, she raised both her feet in front of her. Estelle noticed that the two women were both not only wearing the same clothes, but also the same haircut and colour, lipstick and attire. Even their figures and the way they moved seemed all amazingly alike. 
A genteel hand with perfect light blue coloured nails tugged on shoelaces that were as black as the shoes, an unknown to Estelle brand of trainers , all in black. The shoe was pulled off and revealed a pink little foot, with no socks on. Even from here the foot looked hot. Estelle noticed some fluff of the shoe still stick to it, so it would have to be moist. The woman was flexing her toes in front of her girlfriends face. Even her toenails were shining in that light blue tone, and she must have had the perfect pedicure. The women became very silent, only occasionally came a whispered word. The crouching woman kneeled down in the moss and pressed her face against the bare soles of her friends feet. Estelle had never seen anything like this, she felt the imagination of her face against that feet wash over her. Something inside her stirred, but she wasn’t sure if that came from watching or from imagining. The raven haired beauty ran her hands over the back of her friends feet, caressing them gently and in awe then cupping the back of the lovely arced feet and pressed her face against and into them even harder. Estelle saw the woman rub her face against the feet, and while she watched that she suddenly knew that the feet were damp. She felt the warm moist sensation on her cheeks and lips, on her whole face. Then she saw the woman close her eyes and sniff the feet. She deliberately and joyfully sniffed. Her nose wrinkled a little and she closed her eyes as if in concentration and sniffed them. Estelle felt as if she smelled the soft aroma of that feet. They were clammy now and damp, and they had a peculiar sweaty smell to them. She wasn’t sure at all if she did like this. Suddenly the kneeling woman got up, grabbed her friend by the shoulders and threw her to the mossy earth, straddling her chest, grinning joyfully. Estelle heard her whisper something she couldn’t quite understand, then she saw her take her own shoes off, while sitting on her friends heaving chest. She grinned in definite delight as she pulled her shoe off her bare foot and brought it to her own face, sniffing it deeply. Estelle felt the rich smell of foot, sweat, and damp plastic burn sharply in her nose. She gasped! The raven haired women looked up. Estelle dived. She crawled into the undergrowth next to the trunk and pressed herself flat on the floor. Soon after that a pair of bare feet came into her view. There was earth and bits of moss sticking to the toes, but the blue nails were still shining and clean. On the back of the foot were two bits of blue fluff, still stuck to the skin, which had a musky look to it. As a breeze blew across the ground, Estelle could smell the scent of the feet. It was exactly like in her imagination before. It had a quality close to sour, but above all the mild stench of old sweat, heated and reheated up in old shoes. Another pair of feet, one of them still in a black shoe came up to them, they whispered briefly. Estelle was quite sure that they were not talking in any language she knew. She held her breath, as the two approached her and climbed up onto the tree trunk stretching out. She turned with immense care and looked up, to see them both sitting facing eachother. Then the remaining shoe dropped carelessly past her and landed right next to her face. Estelle didn’t move, she stared in fascination up at the two women, while the mild cheesy smell from the shoe lingered over her face. And inspite of the mildness of the night a soft layer of sweat flushed her face. The women were sitting on the trunk, one leg stretched towards eachother, holding the others foot in both hands and sniffing it with complete dedication. Their tongues lapped occasionally over the balls of their feet or slid in between their rounded toes. Their expression tensing in a joyful way, as their tongues encountered the stronger smell and flavour there. One woman pressed her face against her friends foot and slowly slid a hand inside her own gym trousers. arching a little, easing the hand over her pubic mound and cupping her pussy under the dark fabric. They sat for a while sniffing and occasionally tasting eachothers feet, with their other hands moving in minute timing in their pants. Fingers dancing over pink wet flesh, Black gympants stretching. Faces hot and rubbing against moist smelling feet. Estelle watched while they began to shudder, then buck and lean back.. still pressing their noses in desperation against their lovers foot, and came trembling. Their soft moans sounding through the trees. Then they shifted position and a foot appeared suddenly over the edge of the trunk. The bare, sole half an inch from Estelles nose, she gasped in surprise and breathed in. The women turned. Estelle got to her feet ready to run, the cheesy smell still lingering in her senses. But this time the women had seen her. One of them hissed a short command, and Estelle tripped. She hit the soft ground, turned and found her legs were tied by a plant which sneaked quickly up her leg, she pulled her knees up sharply and one leg got free, she got up and turned but another plant had slung around her ankle and dragged her backwards. She fell again, spitting earth and moss out of her mouth struggling as the plants pulled her across the clearing. She was dragged around a single tree and suddenly she was in front of a big metal structure. It had at least 6 floors and a length of about 500 meters. Its basic shape was the one of a hexagon and it hummed softly. A hatch opened in its side and a ramp extended from there down to the ground. The ramp looked like one of those basic grid floor constructions with a railing. The plants pulled Estelle up to the ramp, but one plant missed it so that she ended up with her feet both sides of the rail and the plants stretching and spreading her legs around it. ‘aah!’ she said. 
She heard another whisper and turned her head. The raven haired women where there. both still barefoot, their shoes in their hands looking down at her with a curious interest. 
The first one knelt down knees on both sides of Estelles head holding her and looked into her face. Then she cupped Estelles chin in her hand which still smelled of feet and of pussy. Then rubbed it over Estelles face. Pressing it over her mouth and her nose., then her eyes. Rubbing the scent of cheesy footsweat and the light hint of wet pussy onto and into her face. Estelle felt the smell of feet wash over her again like in her imagination, then the smell of pussy and felt hers tingle with imagined touch. She became aware that something was probing her mind, and that this was what brought all that shared senses and thoughts. The second woman stepped up the ramp and looked down at Estelle from there. She raised her foot, held still looking at her, as if in thought, and then placed her foot firmly between Estelles thighs. Estelle was stunned, her feelings consisted of all the senses and emotions of all three women, a curious interest, fear, the smell of feet and sex, an overall arousal, and the lingering promise of feet. The woman at Estelles head picked up one of her shoes, and without taking her eyes of Estelles she slid her hand, up to her wrist, into the shoe. Estelle felt the foot between her legs twist. It felt warm and dry through the fabric of her clothes, but she knew it was still damp, and had that sweaty smell that started to accompany arousal in her every thought. Earth and pine needles were sticking to the soles from the barefooted walk and a trail of dirt spread all over the crotch of Estelles pants, as the arch of the foot fitted itself neatly against the promising curve of her heat and soon the foot rubbed and grinded against Estelles pussy, causing her to squirm. against both, the foot that pressed her down, and the iron rail against which the plants still held her. Estelle stared at the woman above her as she slid her hand out of the shoe then clasped it tightly over her mouth and nose. The sweat and slime out of the shoe spread over her cheeks, nose and lips. It was stronger now, and she nearly winced, trying to pull her head away. But the knees of her captor held her head. The hand pressed down on her mouth, one finger pressing under her chin, then it rubbed up against her nose, squeezing it closed, then letting go again causing her to take a deep breath, the hand cupped over her nose, the smell rich, and a feeling of steam on her skin. The combination of three aroused minds in her head caused her to squirm with arousal the sole of the bare foot pressing down on her, harder, rubbing and twisting. In the private world of her mind, a picture formed, a picture of that sole smearing its smell, and some earth all over her wet sex. The other woman now straddled her chest, lifting her bare feet to Estelles face, plastering them all over it. Estelle ‘mmphd’ with her mouth half full of foot and her nose full with the vinegary cheesy smell, as the beauties toes closed around her nose, while she felt two hands grabbing her breast caressing them expertly. She stared at the feet. The soles had a little edge of earth around them, and looked soft and pink. They turned this way and that, always pressing down on her face again. The hands on her breasts sending shivers through her body, quite in the same way as the fumes of the neat, light blue nailed feet, covering her face. Then she felt the woman turn, her weight shifting and pressing down on her. The shiny blue nails appeared over her eyes and the feet pressed down, toes splayed around her nose, a stronger, more pungent smell causing her to take another wheezing breath, her body tingling. The feet moved and Estelle noticed a bit of blue fluff still clinging to the lovely arch of the foot. It pressed down onto her face, her lips moved in a trembling sigh against them and her tongue lapped greedily, thinking of that bit of fluff, sticking to the musky, moist skin. The feet pressed down harder on her face, and the third foot rubbed and patted against her burning crotch. She began to buck and moan against the sweaty feet, and closed her eyes... 
She couldn’t remember how long it took until her screams echoed through the forest, she couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep. But when she awoke, the sunlight felt warm on her face. Her legs were free, there was no sign of any creeper-plant and the clearing was empty. As she sat up rubbing her eyes, her soles touched wet earth. Her feet were bare. Here shoes had gone, and so had her socks. While she sat and wondered and felt the sun, warm on the back of her feet, rubbing them with both hands. A breeze of footsmell blew across her face, and with it a wave of arousal.

estelle