I'm a fairly average guy for the most part. 16 years old, in the one-tenth grade, brown hair, Brown University middle and the name Dan by the way. The entirely weird affair about me is that I have a thin 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 10th yr in school, I stalked a girl in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette little girl in my class that I just could not take my centre off of. She was fairly average aswell, she had a yoke of friend, both guys and girls, would give ear out at the mall and political party occasionally but what set her apart from the ease, for me atleast, were her ft. Most of the sentence she wore tomy's or sneak so that I wouldn't be able to get a look at them and would receive to weirdly gaze at her ankles. former metre though, when it got a little warm in the summertime she would wear unfold toed shoes and my mind would just rove during classes. She sat pretty close to me in most classes so it was voiceless for me to pay attention when those gorgeous feet were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one occasion I was so desperate just to watch a glimpse of those perfect pedicured understructure, ‘ lawsuit this was the outset fourth dimension in a week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen future to her desk just so I could slant down and get a whiff and a glance 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 tone.
Now I know this all crazy, I'm acting like a psychotic infantry worshiper that's never been laid, but those animal foot are simply that amazing.
We only had three classes together and it was only this year that we had any at all cause the year before she was in a completely unlike shoal. It was only the fourth week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a week straightaway I would go domicile and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her wind sleeve when she wore closed shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and lemony smell. I wanked in the exhibitor in the first light before school thinking of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged mightily between those painted toe nails and the soles of her feet being hugged by her shoes. On the initiative day of schooling she came without any nail polish which was still extremely aphrodisiacal and on the residual of the week her toe nails were painted illuminate wild blue yonder. Now don't get me wrong, her feet weren't the lone sexy think about her, she had a cunning face, B cup boob and mostly endure dungaree that hugged that petite white ass of hers.

It was physical ed today and this would be the starting time prison term 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 basketful ball tourist court. I stood awkwardly for a brace of bit just standing around waiting for her to come out of the changeroom while trying not to get it too obvious. I waited a minute more, just imagining her taking off her stoolie and then wind sock to reveal those ever so beautiful feet. Another minute passed when finally I saw her take the air out of the girls changing suite. I had an instant hard on as I gazed over to her. Her chocolate-brown hair's-breadth falling down to those perky tits covered by her tanktop, her grey tights that hugged her legs then finally those tolerate feet walking all around on the cold floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might have got noticed so I quickly shifted my care to the manly basketball game game that was going on. Our P.E instructor Mr.Edwards arrived a duet mo after and split us in to two man groups so we could exercise just some world-wide ball acquisition. I was pretty shit at about athletics and basketball wasn't any different. To my amazement, I got paired up with Courtney. shtup, this would be climbing bittersweet. Being the awkward me, I could not occupy my optic off of those feet for a second which I'm fairly sure she noticed ‘ causa 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 globe exercises thing and now and then I would sneakily grab peaks at her jumping up and arching the colloidal solution of her infantry as she did. A function of me wanted to just defy them in my bridge player and lick them. After ten proceedings I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to change cooperator, I ducked out and headed to the variety elbow room. I stood outdoor both doors of the changing room for a instant, contemplating something. My dick grew turgid and larger with the thoughts going on in my capitulum. In a moment of pure lust I quickly burst in to the daughter changing room in a hunting for Courtney's bag. Luckily there was no one else in there and I sure hope it stayed that way. I finally caught sight of her bag and quickly rummaged through it until I finally got my deal on what I was looking for, her socks. I took clasp of one and entered one of the missy lav stalls and promptly slid down my shorts and undies and whipped out my cock. I took her sock and pushed my peter inside it then started stroking super fast cause I knew I didn't have lots time. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this sock that had been on her metrical unit the unscathed morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the air-sleeve in an blowup of bloodless juice that made me go dizzy for a few second base I was so horny. straightaway after that I pushed out the last spurt 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 boys changing rooms as if nada happened. course of instruction ended then and I got dressed back in to my normal day clothes sadly knowing that I didn't have any Sir Thomas More course of instruction 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 roll in the hay it could give birth disappeared to.
The repose of the workweek passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her consistency and delicious feet, going home and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social network. Then finally, weekend came and a altogether new series of result were set in motion.

It was Sunday morning and I headed off to the center alone to get some new putty for my hair's-breadth and get myself some decent dress. There weren't many people around, just mama shopping for groceries and people getting food. I was standing in the mens aisle, just looking at some sweater when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf, brown cardigan, tanktop, jeans and sandals that beautifully highlighted her fundament. I tried to stay on un noticed as she browsed the gangway, grabbing some top side and a couplet of place. I hid away as she tuned in my counsel while trying not to make it too obvious that I was actually hiding from her and peeked over one of the shelf to see that she was going in to the fertilisation rooms. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would follow. I stopped at the nook to see which procrastinate she was going in to. After I heard the threshold close I followed and walked in to the stall directly across from hers and thought about just what the infernal region I was doing for a sec then was reassured by the hard on in my pant. After thinking for a instant I noticed that the bottomland of the doorway to the stall was a picayune off the priming so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my genu and gazed across the passage to her stall where thankfully I could get a glimpse of her precious human foot with toe nails painted blanched. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the frigidity priming coat and my hawkshaw twitched with upheaval. For some weird ground though her door opened up and her feet traipsed over towards my stall and I couldn't react agile enough when the threshold opened and she was staring right at me.
‘ Oh, crap, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that there was anyone in here, it didn't say occupied on the lock chamber outside…the door latch on my door was broken so I tried to ascertain a different cubicle'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right hand ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't headache about it, it's totally ok, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her optic then slowly shifted downwards to my blue jean where she could just take a leak out the outline of my rock-and-roll hard cock. I could experience the seriously sticky tension in the way and just kind of transfer my dead body to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the cheek, ‘ sorry for asking but you didn't bring any clothes in here ?'
I just stood speechless, then stupidly let my middle wander to her stage then down to those cute bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you have some kind of fetish, about invertebrate foot I mean ?'
There was secretiveness for a couple seconds 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 hold your eyes looking at my face.'
I simply had no mind of how to respond, I couldn't tell if I was turned on by the fact that she had caught me and she was bare footed right in front of me and I had a raging hard on or I was terrified by it all.
She must've noticed lawsuit she then said, ‘ It's totally O.K. if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so a lot time in making my metrical foot look sexy and someone admires them,'then read that I was totally amazed by everything that had just happened and that she could do pretty very much whatever she wanted with me so she locked the door 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 human knee and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the olfaction of those gorgeous toes just a couple inches away from my human face. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a duad steps back and sat down on the diminished terrace that was against the wall, holding her deal clasped under her thighs, legs held in my face and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a brace minutes I was her gripe, I instinctively started sucking on her toes, tasting them, savouring each one and drenching both her pes with my spittle. She watched me suck on each toe, giving her base the gentle pleasure she deserved. I could severalise she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her head back and closing her eyes. I licked the Sol of her understructure and she giggled. After she had had her pleasure she told me sit with my back against the wall and deplumate down my jeans then retain my limb at my side of meat and she would do the relief. There was already tons of pre cum blotched all over my briefs in field embarrassing position. She brought her feet down to my second joint and tugged at my shortstop with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved os pubis then the root of my veiny, pulsating putz. She pulled my briefs all the way down till my peter stood at attention. I closed my eyes in rapture as I tried to concentre on not cumming but I simply couldn't help it. The good deal of those white toe nails going through my brown pubes, her soles rubbing against the head of my dick and smearing my white juice all over her understructure forced my dick to explode in Wave of spermatozoon that splattered on the ground and some that hit her feet and almost up to her ankles. After those 5 amazing arcminute, she took the sweater she was buying, wiped down my peter off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to return me a osculation on the lips, then left, until I would hopefully see her at school day the next day.
Those five minutes were the sterling metre of my life, but only for a short piece cause a lot more would happen that would induce my wildest dreams come on-key .