Summer 1986, Part Two

Michelle was a girl that I had in choir class. I had always caught glimpses of her feet. They were a size 11. Her toenail beds were full and she always had them painted bright colors. There was a time when we went to my choir teachers house for a pool party. And she had playfully put her feet on my back. I remember when she pressed them to my back, the feeling was warm and a little damp. I was embarrassed, as I was slowly coming into my own as a foot fetishist and I scolded her. At that, she had quickly taken her warm damp feet off my back. You know to this day, I really regret that. I think as fetishists, there are sometimes things in life that we really, really just regret. This was one of them. I even had my black trans am, parked in the driveway. What a perfect chance that would have been.

So I had my second chance… She was awkward, at first, as we met at the local git n go. But she was awkward because I had made her feel awkward, most likely. But it was the late 80’s and 50 bucks in cash was easy money for a girl, just to rub her sweaty feet on someone’s face. Especially with the promise that I wouldn’t tell anyone… ever. I was like “so hey, how are you?”, you know, just making small talk, she replied, “I am fine, but I have to warn you, my feet really fucking stink!” With that, I was in it to win it. I said “cool, let’s go over here, motioning to my car.” We got in and I started driving to the spot where high school kids hung out. I knew that at that time of the day that no one would be there, much less alot of people. It was a hot day. Sun beating down upon us. I didn’t have air conditioning and both of us had beads of sweat on our upper lips.

We pulled over to a semi secluded spot. We made some small talk and then she said that she only had about 30 minutes because her mom wanted her to help her out with something… I said ok let’s go then. She asked what I wanted her to do, and I just took her legs in my hand, slipping her hot pink flats off and burying my face into the soles of her hot wet feet. I had just gotten the second foot, firmly planted on my face when the stench hit me. OMfuckingG! It was deep, dark and musky at the same time. I was amazed at all of the different little odors I was smelling. She was giggling hysterically, talking about “omg, I can’t believe you like that”, “I will be able to tell this to my grandchildren”, weird nervous things that a girl says when she has just experienced something that she never has ever done before…