The Library

It was my first year in college. I'd been spending alot of time at the library for two reasons. One, I was going to have a bio test the next week. And two, It was spring and I've had a foot fetish for as long as I could remember. To me, spring was more than just warm weather, it was feet, lots of bare feet and toes. The school library was *the* best place to catch a glimpse of what I thought was the most beautiful portion of the female body.

So there I was, sitting a table among a group of empty tables. It was 12:30 and no females (without socks that is) had come to my section of the library. Usually I would walk around till I found a woman with her shoes off, but that day I really needed to get some work done. So then I hear someone coming my way.A couple of seconds later I see a 5'5" blonde turn the corner. She had a beautiful tan, from head to her toe. She was wearing a white blouse and red jean shorts. Her hair was wrapped in a bun with what looked like chopsticks poking out. The breast were an alright size, but she had a generous helping of hips and butt. She had a lovely set of tanned shapely legs which tappered down to thin ankles. On her feet was a pair of white canvas shoes. She notices my gaze and smiles. Good, I though, I hope she sits over here. But she didn't, she continued to walk right on past. I let out a sigh resumed reading.

About 5 minutes later she returns and sits right next to me. I was elated but I kept my composure. As soon as she sat down, she kicked off her shoes. I almost gasped, even her feet were tanned, and they looked *so* soft. Evidently the woman took good care of her feet. The toes were painted a pascal orange, which matched her tan. Then she crossed her legs and I could see her flawless soles with no hint of callous. She noticed my gaze grinned and openned her books. I though it was a prime opportunity to introduce myself.

"Hi!", I said. "Hello", she replied "My name is Lamar", I said with a smile "I'm Laura",she said as rested her head in hand and looked toward me.

We continued the small talk for a couple of minutes. All during our conversation, Laura constantly kicked her legs, her toes dangling like a lure. Near the end of our talk, she brought feet under her chair and started rubbing them together. This damn near drove me crazy. It seemed everytime I looked down at her feet, she would move them even more, making that faint skin on skin sound. I thought this was just purely coincidence. Eventually we both had to continue our studies so we both turned toward our books. I couldn't, however, resist peeking to my left every couple of seconds to look under her table at her feet.

About 10 min after our conversation another woman came to speak to Laura. They exchanged a few laughs, and after a couple of minutes Laura and her friend left, but she never left my mind. I was going to get to know Laura better.

The next few days were perfect. I would go to the library after lunch and sit in the exact same spot I did the previous day. Laura would come in at about 12:30 and sit next to me. We would talk for while and then study. Occasionally she would ask me a few calculus questions, walking barefoot from her table to mine. I rarely missed a day at the library.

Then one day, I made it to the library a little later than usual. The first thing I did was look for Laura. She wasn't in our usual location, so I took about 10 minutes looking through and under cubicals (by this time I could recognize Laura's feet from a mile away), and down rows of tables. Finally for some strange reason I looked at the bulletin board and there I saw it.

"Lemar, I'm in room 018, come by and pay me a visit :)"

Room 018, was a small group study room on the sub-level of the library. Making my way down the stairs I passed a group of sandal wearing women. I gave the barage of painted toes a mouth watering stare and continued downward.

It took me only a few seconds to find Laura's room. The windows were frosted over, but I could make out Laura's form. I openned the door to reveal the typical library room with off-white walls and a thin orange-red colored carpet. It looked like a comfortable place to study. Laura looked up from her books and smiled, "Heh Lamar!" "Heh, Laura!", I noticed she was wearing another white blouse but I couldn't see the lower half of her body because of the table. Her shoulders and upper body were slightly shifting and moving, and under the table I could hear the familiar arousing sound of scraping leather and wood; Laura had her shoes off, and was using her feet to toy with them.

"I thought you would miss my message", Laura said continuing to smile ........and continuing to toy with her shoes. I just wanted to dive under the table start licking her feet.

"I never usually check the message board, so you got lucky", I said with a half grin. I still couldn't see her feet, so I searched for the best vantage point....which was right next to her. I boldly made my way to the chair next to her. Without hesitating, she scooted over to make room.......good!! I thought.

We started talking about class and I sat my backback on the floor between us, and began to retrieve my books. I had to sort've lean over to open my bag....this was the plan. As I went down my gaze travelled down her black shorts, down the length of her bare legs, to the golden tanned perfection of her feet. Her toes where still painted that pascal orange, and both her feet were resting on one shoe. Her legs were a bit tucked under her chair but not crossed. Both her feet were crushing one of her slingback flats, the other flat was tossed to the side with the bottom side facing up. Her feet had been pretty busy down here I thought, but now the right foot was on top of the left, with the toes of the right grasping the big toe of her left. Needless to say, I took as long as I could getting my books

Laura continued to talk to me while I did this. Then suddenly she stopped. My full attention was still on her feet and I couldn't see her face. Laura then began to softly drum her shoe with the soles of her feet, alternating from one foot to the other. My penis was throbbing at this point. I was in a trance. I just couldn't take my eyes off her feet. Then she gave out a yawn and stretched her body almost completely horizontal, lifting her feet straight out. Then she swung both of her legs back and forth. My eyes followed her feet. She then hoisted both her legs to the left (the side I sat on), and then curled them under her body. The end result was that the soles of Laura's feet were inches away from my face. I saw the smooth flawless texture of her clean soles. I saw how the blood in her feet had turned her soles into a dark rich pink. If my tongue was long enough, I would've started lapping. All I could do was long to have her toes in my mouth. I glanced up at Laura from my trance, she was staring at me with amusement.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" "Not exactly", I said. Was she on to me! I thought. My eyes returned to her feet, she was flexing her toes back and forth, showing me wrinkles and then a soft pink suface. My erection grew stiffer. I looked up again to see her giving me a slight grin. She looked from me to her feet and back again. She definitly knows, I though, and I'm making a fool of myself. But she's smiling......this is a good sign.

I finally found what I was supposedly looking for and returned to my seat. Laying my biology book in front of me, I began to read. But constantly I would flick a glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of her feet. She pretended not to notice....I could tell. Then, she turned her chair in my direction, leaned back, and propped her feet on the table. I was leaning over, so they were right next to my face...... I mean they were RIGHT THERE! I looked right at her feet and I could barely restrain myself from burrowing my face in thier softness. I had a big lump in my throat, my loins were about to explode. I longed to have her feet in my mouth so I can run my tongue underneath and between her toes. It was to much and thus I drew even closer.

She said, "I read this book about sex." She fanned her toes, "In it was this guy who liked to lick women's feet. I wonder how it feels." Laura started rubbing her feet together. "I wonder how it feels to have a man licking you feet and sucking your toes?"

I bit my lip. She stared intently at me and started to bite on her pin. It was a sexy look, but she had such an amusement on her face. She was really getting a kick outta watching me drool over her feet. Then she shrugged and removed her feet from the table. DAMN!!, I thought, I should've acted.

"Ah well, how's the bio coming?", she asked "Uh.....okay, I guess...uh....I gotta midterm soon." "I know, you told me yesterday." She glanced at my crotch and noticed my raging hard-on. Then she drop her pen, and it rolled under the table.

"Could you get that?", she said.

I dove under the table and reached for the pen. Immediately, Laura thrust her feet in my face......and I started licking. They had the smell and taste of baby lotion, which I was determined to lick off. I was on my hands and knees under the table, and Laura had the soles of her feet pressed to my face. I licked in circles from underneath her pink toes, down the white taut soles, and down to nibble on her heels. I heard Laura laughing and giggling from above. Then I slipped my body under her chair and Laura used my face like a massage board, rubbing her soles over my face and in my hair. Her toes would grasp at my cheeks and pull and then at my lips. I opened my mouth and a silky soft foot was shoved in. I ran my tongue in and out, swirling my tongue between and around her toes.

"Ohhhh.... that feels good.", she said softly. I looked up to see Laura with a hand in her pants.

It was when Laura tried to shove both of her feet in my mouth that I came. Dampness spread though my undershorts, but I didn't care. Laura came shortly afterwards with a shiver, curl, and crack of her toes. Then I heard a soft moan and a giggle from above.

"Whoa, I never knew feet could be sooo erotic.....did you get my pen?" I laughed, "Yeah, right here" "Hand it to me, I have work to do."

I didn't expect such an abrupt stop to our activities, and I felt embarressed as I handed her the pen. When I started to get up she said, "Heh! Stay right there, don't leave yet! Your face feels so good, don't get up now."

"But your working", I said "Stay put, I'll study better with my feet on a man's face!"

I was more than content to do just that. And all while Laura studied, I was beneath the table under her tanned feet and orange toes. I had taken the place of her slingbacks for the rest of our time in Room 018. I must've came at least 5 times before she finished studying. When she was done, she slid her chair back and looked down at me.

"So, when is my foot cushion coming back tomorrow?" "Tomorrow evening",I said. "Good!",she said and smiled, "I'll be waiting"

She got up, put on her flats, grabbed her books, and walked out the door without looking back. It wasn't until after she left that I got off the floor and prepared to leave. Who would've guessed, I thought, that all this time Laura wanted a foot slave........ --

Darkman