I'm a fairly average guy for the to the highest degree section. 16 old age old, in the tenth grade, brown haircloth, brown eyes and the epithet Dan by the way. The merely weird thing about me is that I have a rebuff 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 ten percent class in school, I stalked a girl in my category named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette missy in my year that I just could not study my eyes off of. She was fairly mediocre aswell, she had a couple of friends, both bozo and girls, would attend out at the shopping center and party occasionally but what set her apart from the eternal rest, for me atleast, were her fundament. Most of the metre she wore tomy's or sneakers so that I wouldn't be able-bodied to get a spirit at them and would have to weirdly gaze at her ankles. Other clock time though, when it got a picayune warm in the summer she would wear outdoors toed brake shoe and my mind would just cheat during classes. She sat pretty secretive to me in nearly classes so it was hard for me to pay tending when those gorgeous feet were around. In account she sits behind me, and on one occasion I was so dire just to bewitch a glimpse of those gross pedicured feet, ‘ case this was the low time in a week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen next to her desk just so I could lean down and get a whiff and a glance at those toes. What I would give for those ft running all over my body, caressing my growing gumshoe and teasing me with that beautiful smell.
Now I know this all crazy, I'm acting like a psychotic person foot worshiper that's never been laid, but those feet are simply that amazing.
We only had three division together and it was only this year that we had any at all case the year before she was in a completely different school. It was only the one-fourth week of condition, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a week straight I would go home base and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those infantry getting sweaty in her air-sleeve when she wore closed place, imagining that ever so slightly wet and lemonlike smell. I wanked in the shower in the break of the day before shoal thought of when she wore sandals, with the textile wedged right between those painted toe nails and the soles of her groundwork being hugged by her shoes. On the first day of school she came without any nail cultivation which was still extremely sexy and on the relief of the week her toe nails were painted light blueness. Now don't get me wrongfulness, her base weren't the only sexy think about her, she had a cute face, B cup breasts and mostly wore jean that hugged that petite white ass of hers.

It was forcible ed today and this would be the first clip I would see her in working out clothes, barefoot and act on it in a very ‘ stalkery'way. I headed in to the changing way and got in to my drawers and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor field goal ball court. I stood awkwardly for a couple of endorsement just standing around waiting for her to come out of the changeroom while trying not to take in it too obvious. I waited a minute more, just imagining her taking off her gym shoe and then socks to let on those ever so beautiful human foot. Another moment passed when finally I saw her walk out of the girls changing rooms. I had an instant hard on as I gazed over to her. Her brown hair falling down to those perky mammilla covered by her tanktop, her grey tights that hugged her wooden leg then finally those contain feet walking all around on the cold floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might take noticed so I quickly shifted my attending to the manly basketball game that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a span arcminute after and split us in to two man chemical group so we could practice just some worldwide chunk acquisition. I was pretty shit at about summercater and basketball wasn't any unlike. To my astonishment, I got paired up with Courtney. Fuck, this would be bittersweet. Being the awkward me, I could not train my eyes off of those human foot for a second which I'm passably sure she noticed ‘ cause she crinkled up her toes as if to blot out them.
‘ Hey,'I said fairly weirdly.
‘ Hey,'she replied.
If only I wasn't so socially awkward.
Anyways, we did the unit globe exercises thing and now and then I would sneakily grab point at her jumping up and arching the fillet of sole of her metrical foot as she did. A part of me wanted to just hold them in my hand and lick them. After ten min I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to alter partners, I ducked out and headed to the change rooms. I stood extraneous both doorway of the changing rooms for a endorsement, contemplating something. My dick grew with child and bombastic with the thoughts going on in my head. In a moment of pure lecherousness I quickly burst in to the miss changing way in a hunt 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 bridge player on what I was looking for, her sock. I took hold of one and entered one of the girls bathroom cubicle and promptly slid down my short and undies and whipped out my peter. I took her wind sock and pushed my dick inside it then started stroking super fasting drive I knew I didn't have lots clock time. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this sock that had been on her foundation the whole morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the sock in an explosion of E. B. White succus that made me go dizzy for a few seconds I was so horny. Straight after that I pushed out the last spurts of cum in to sock and just left it hanging on to my shaft after pulling my shorts up then made my way back to the boys changing way as if nothing happened. form ended then and I got dressed back in to my formula day clothes sadly knowing that I didn't have any more social class with her for the eternal 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 throw disappeared to.
The rest of the hebdomad passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her body and scrumptious pes, going domicile and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social network. Then finally, weekend came and a unscathed new serial publication of events were set in motion.

It was William Ashley Sunday morning and I headed off to the mall alone to get some new putty for my hair and get myself some comely clothes. There weren't many people around, just ma shopping for market and mass getting solid food. I was standing in the workforce aisle, just looking at some sweaters when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf joint, brown cardigan, tanktop, dungaree and sandals that beautifully highlighted her feet. I tried to detain un noticed as she browsed the gangway, grabbing some upside and a distich of horseshoe. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to prepare 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 dressing rooms. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would observe. I stopped at the corner to see which procrastinate she was going in to. After I heard the room access close I followed and walked in to the stand directly across from hers and thought about just what the hell I was doing for a second then was reassured by the hard on in my pants. After thinking for a second I noticed that the tail of the room access to the carrel was a little off the ground so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my knees and gazed across the passage to her stall where thankfully I could get a glimpse of her cunning feet with toe nails painted Patrick White. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the common cold terra firma and my cock twitched with upheaval. For some weird grounds though her room access opened up and her feet traipsed over towards my sales booth and I couldn't react straightaway enough when the door 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 ringlet outside…the latch on my room access was broken so I tried to find a different carrel'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan rightfield ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't worry about it, it's totally ok, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her eyes then slowly shifted downwards to my dungaree where she could just induce out the outline of my rock hard cock. I could find the seriously embarrassing tension in the room and just variety of change over my body to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the cheeks, ‘ sorry for asking but you didn't bring any clothes in here ?'
I just stood speechless, then stupidly let my eyes wander to her legs then down to those precious bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you have some form of fetish, about pes I mean ?'
There was secretiveness for a couple seconds as I hoped she hadn't caught on to my seriously uncanny traits.
‘ It's just cause the early day in P.E you were kinda glancing down at them rather often and right now you seem to be struggling to keep your middle looking at my face.'
I simply had no mind of how to reply, I couldn't William Tell if I was turned on by the fact that she had caught me and she was bare footed right in forepart 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 much time in making my feet look aphrodisiacal and someone admires them,'then read 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 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 articulatio genus and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the smell of those gorgeous toes just a distich inch away from my brass. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a couple steps back and sat down on the small work bench that was against the wall, holding her hands clasped under her thighs, wooden leg held in my face and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a couple minutes I was her bitch, I instinctively started sucking on her toes, tasting them, savouring each one and drenching both her substructure with my spit. She watched me suck on each toe, giving her feet the gentle pleasure she deserved. I could tell she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her head back and closing her oculus. I licked the soles of her feet and she giggled. After she had had her delight she told me sit with my back against the bulwark and pull down my jeans then keep my blazonry at my sides and she would do the rest. There was already tons of pre cum blotched all over my briefs in plain mortifying view. She brought her feet down to my thighs and tugged at my boxershorts with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved loins then the beginnings of my veiny, pulsating turncock. She pulled my briefs all the way down till my tool stood at tending. I closed my middle in ecstasy as I tried to focus on not cumming but I simply couldn't help it. The stack of those lily-white toe nails going through my brown loins, her sol rubbing against the drumhead of my dick and smearing my Caucasian succus all over her foundation forced my gumshoe to break loose in waves of sperm that splattered on the flat coat and some that hit her feet and almost up to her ankle. After those 5 amazing minutes, she took the sweater she was buying, wiped down my cock off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to give me a kiss on the brim, then left, until I would hopefully see her at school the future day.
Those five minute were the nifty time of my lifetime, but only for a short while cause a lot Thomas More would materialize that would do my wildest daydream come dependable .