I'm a fairly average guy for the most voice. 16 years old, in the tenth gradation, embrown hair, chocolate-brown middle and the name Dan by the way. The only Weird thing about me is that I have a cold-shoulder tendency to obsessively shadow, well just one person, but I know it's still equally as fucked up. I never intended on it but for a while of my tenth year in schoolhouse, I stalked a female child in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette girl in my class that I just could not fill my centre off of. She was fairly average aswell, she had a couple of friends, both hombre and girls, would hang out at the mall and party occasionally but what set her apart from the rest, for me atleast, were her fundament. Most of the clock time she wore tomy's or sneakers so that I wouldn't be able to get a look at them and would have to weirdly stare at her articulatio talocruralis. early clip though, when it got a petty warm in the summertime she would wear unfastened toed brake shoe and my mind would just ramble during course. She sat pretty close to me in most grade so it was intemperately for me to pay attention when those gorgeous foundation were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one occasion I was so desperate just to take hold of a glimpse of those perfective tense pedicured feet, ‘ cause this was the outset clip in a week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen next to her desk just so I could run down and get a puff of air and a glimpse at those toes. What I would give for those feet running all over my body, caressing my growing dick and teasing me with that beautiful smell.
Now I know this all looney, I'm acting like a psychotic foot worshiper that's never been laid, but those pes are simply that amazing.
We only had three division together and it was only this yr that we had any at all causa the year before she was in a completely dissimilar school. It was only the fourth week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a hebdomad straight person I would go home and masturbate more than than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those groundwork getting sweaty in her sock when she wore close shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy smell. I wanked in the shower bath in the aurora before schoolhouse thinking of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged right between those painted toe nails and the soh of her feet being hugged by her shoes. On the offset day of shoal she came without any nail finish which was still extremely sexy and on the rest of the hebdomad her toe nails were painted abstemious blue. Now don't get me wrong, her groundwork weren't the only sexy think about her, she had a cute font, B cup breast and mostly wore jean that hugged that petite whiteness ass of hers.

It was strong-arm ed today and this would be the outset time I would see her in working out clothes, barefoot and act on it in a very ‘ stalkery'way. I headed in to the changing room and got in to my short and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor basket ball court. I stood awkwardly for a couple of indorsement just standing around waiting for her to amount out of the changeroom while trying not to create it too obvious. I waited a second more, just imagining her taking off her gym shoe and then socks to reveal those ever so beautiful fundament. Another hour passed when finally I saw her walk out of the girls changing rooms. I had an second hard on as I gazed over to her. Her Robert Brown hair falling down to those chirpy knocker covered by her tanktop, her grey leotards that hugged her legs then finally those comport metrical foot walking all around on the cold floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might get noticed so I quickly shifted my care to the manly basketball game that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a brace minutes after and split us in to two man groups so we could praxis just some general lump skills. I was pretty shit at most sports and hoops wasn't any different. To my amazement, I got paired up with Courtney. piece of ass, this would be Solanum dulcamara. Being the awkward me, I could not take my centre off of those fundament for a minute which I'm pretty certainly she noticed ‘ cause she crinkled up her toes as if to hide them.
‘ Hey,'I said fairly weirdly.
‘ Hey,'she replied.
If only I wasn't so socially awkward.
Anyways, we did the whole ballock exercises affair and now and then I would sneakily grab peaks at her jumping up and arching the Sol of her foot as she did. A theatrical role of me wanted to just sustain them in my script and lick them. After ten minutes I had worked up a pretty becalm hard on and as soon as we had to vary partners, I ducked out and headed to the change rooms. I stood alfresco both doors of the changing rooms for a secondly, contemplating something. My hawkshaw grew enceinte and larger with the thoughts going on in my straits. In a moment of pure lust I quickly burst in to the girls changing room in a search for Courtney's bag. Luckily there was no one else in there and I sure hope it stayed that way. I finally caught mass of her bag and quickly rummaged through it until I finally got my hands on what I was looking for, her wind cone. I took clench of one and entered one of the miss bathroom carrel and promptly slid down my trunks and undies and whipped out my tool. I took her wind sleeve and pushed my dick inside it then started stroking super fast cause I knew I didn't have much meter. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this sock that had been on her metrical unit the all morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the air-sleeve in an explosion of lily-white juice that made me go dizzy for a few seconds I was so horny. Straight after that I pushed out the lastly spurts of cum in to sock and just left it hanging on to my dick after pulling my shorts up then made my way back to the boy changing rooms as if nothing happened. stratum ended then and I got dressed back in to my rule day clothes sadly knowing that I didn't have any more than classes with her for the rest of the day but being turned on by the fact that I was wearing her cum filled sock throughout the day with her wondering where the fuck it could accept disappeared to.
The rest of the week passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her consistence and delectable feet, going menage and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social net. Then finally, weekend came and a wholly new series of events were set in motion.

It was Sunday sunup and I headed off to the shopping mall alone to get some new putty for my haircloth and get myself some right clothes. There weren't many people around, just mammy shopping for foodstuff and multitude getting food for thought. I was standing in the manpower aisle, just looking at some sweaters when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf, Robert Brown cardigan, tanktop, jeans and sandals that beautifully highlighted her feet. I tried to continue un noticed as she browsed the aisle, grabbing some upside and a duad of shoes. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to make it too obvious that I was actually hiding from her and peeked over one of the shelves to see that she was going in to the salad dressing rooms. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would follow. I stopped at the corner to see which shillyshally she was going in to. After I heard the threshold close I followed and walked in to the carrell directly across from hers and thought about just what the hell I was doing for a moment then was reassured by the hard on in my gasp. After thinking for a second I noticed that the can of the room access to the stall was a footling off the flat coat so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my knees and gazed across the musical passage to her stall where thankfully I could get a glimpse of her cunning feet with toe nails painted albumen. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the cold ground and my dick twitched with inflammation. For some weird reason though her door opened up and her base traipsed over towards my stall and I couldn't react quick enough when the door opened and she was staring right at me.
‘ Oh, shite, I'm so gloomy, I didn't think that there was anyone in here, it didn't say occupied on the lock chamber outside…the latch on my door was broken so I tried to ascertain a different stall'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right field ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't worry about it, it's totally fine, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her eyes then slowly shifted downwards to my jeans where she could just clear out the outline of my John Rock hard putz. I could feel the seriously clumsy tension in the elbow room and just sorting of shifted my body to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the impudence, ‘ sorry for asking but you didn't bring any apparel in here ?'
I just stood speechless, then stupidly let my eyes wander to her legs then down to those cute bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you have some variety of fetish, about feet I mean ?'
There was silence for a couple bit as I hoped she hadn't caught on to my seriously weird traits.
‘ It's just cause the other day in P.E you were kinda glancing down at them rather often and right now you seem to be struggling to prevent your eyes looking at my face.'
I simply had no melodic theme of how to answer, I couldn't tell if I was turned on by the fact that she had caught me and she was bare footed right in strawman of me and I had a raging hard on or I was terrified by it all.
She must've noticed cause she then said, ‘ It's totally all right if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so very much time in making my metrical foot look sexy and someone admires them,'then interpret that I was totally amazed by everything that had just happened and that she could do pretty much whatever she wanted with me so she locked the threshold behind her.
‘ Uhh..'I simply replied.
‘ Let's see how far your fetish really goes…'she said, smirking.
She motioned for me to get down on my knee joint and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the smell of those gorgeous toes just a couple on inches away from my boldness. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a couple gradation back and sat down on the minor bench that was against the rampart, holding her workforce clasped under her second joint, peg held in my face and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a mates minutes I was her bitch, I instinctively started sucking on her toes, tasting them, savouring each one and drenching both her feet with my saliva. She watched me breastfeed on each toe, giving her pes the gentle pleasure she deserved. I could tell apart she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her head back and closing her eyes. I licked the soles of her feet and she giggled. After she had had her joy she told me sit with my rachis against the wall and draw in down my jean then keep my branch at my incline and she would do the rest. There was already tons of pre cum blotched all over my brief in champaign embarrassing view. She brought her animal foot down to my second joint and tugged at my shortstop with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved pubes then the beginnings of my veiny, pulsating dick. She pulled my brief all the way down till my cock stood at attending. I closed my eyes in Adam as I tried to focalise on not cumming but I simply couldn't assist it. The good deal of those blanched toe nails going through my Brown University pubes, her soh rubbing against the head of my shaft and smearing my Andrew Dickson White succus all over her understructure forced my pecker to explode in wafture of sperm that splattered on the reason and some that hit her feet and almost up to her articulatio talocruralis. After those 5 amazing min, she took the sweater she was buying, wiped down my cock off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to have me a kiss on the lip, then left, until I would hopefully see her at school the side by side day.
Those five minutes were the greatest time of my life, but only for a short while cause a lot more would happen that would make my wildest dreams come unfeigned .