I'm a fairly average guy for the well-nigh part. 16 age old, in the tenth part grade, brown hair, brown eyes and the figure Dan by the way. The alone unearthly matter about me is that I have a fragile tendency to obsessively shadow, well just one individual, but I know it's still equally as fucked up. I never intended on it but for a while of my tenth part twelvemonth in school, I stalked a girlfriend in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette girl in my class that I just could not take my center off of. She was fairly mean aswell, she had a dyad of protagonist, both cat and girls, would hang out at the center and party occasionally but what set her apart from the rest, for me atleast, were her ft. about of the 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 gaze at her ankle. Other times though, when it got a footling warm in the summer she would wear undefended toed skid and my mind would just wander during social class. She sat pretty cheeseparing to me in nearly form so it was hard for me to pay attending when those gorgeous feet were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one function I was so dire just to catch a glimpse of those staring pedicured infantry, ‘ cause this was the first clip in a hebdomad 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 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 feel.
Now I know this all crazy, I'm acting like a psychotic metrical foot worshiper that's never been laid, but those feet are simply that amazing.
We only had three socio-economic class together and it was only this class that we had any at all cause the yr before she was in a completely different school. It was only the twenty-five percent week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a hebdomad heterosexual person I would go nursing home and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her wind sock when she wore closed shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and lemonlike smell. I wanked in the cascade in the dawn before school thinking of when she wore sandals, with the cloth wedged right between those painted toe nails and the soles of her infantry being hugged by her place. On the low gear day of school she came without any nail polish which was still extremely aphrodisiacal and on the relaxation of the calendar week her toe nails were painted light blue. Now don't get me wrong, her ft weren't the lone sexy think about her, she had a cute face, B cup bosom and mostly hold out jean that hugged that petite Theodore Harold White ass of hers.

It was physical ed today and this would be the get-go metre 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 shorts and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor field goal ball court. I stood awkwardly for a couple of irregular just standing around waiting for her to come in out of the changeroom while trying not to spend a penny it too obvious. I waited a minute of arc more, just imagining her taking off her sneakers and then socks to reveal those ever so beautiful pes. Another minute 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 pilus falling down to those perky tits covered by her tanktop, her grey leotards that hugged her leg then finally those abide human foot walking all around on the cold floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might receive noticed so I quickly shifted my attending to the manly basketball game secret plan that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a couple minutes after and split us in to two man groups so we could practice just some general chunk skills. I was pretty shit at most sportswoman and hoops wasn't any dissimilar. To my amazement, I got paired up with Courtney. Fuck, this would be poisonous nightshade. Being the awkward me, I could not take my eyes off of those pes for a second which I'm pretty sure enough 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 sticky.
Anyways, we did the whole ball exercises thing and now and then I would sneakily seize visor at her jumping up and arching the fillet of sole of her feet as she did. A part of me wanted to just deem them in my hand and lick them. After ten minutes I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to change partners, I ducked out and headed to the modification rooms. I stood outside both door of the changing room for a second base, contemplating something. My dick grew declamatory and with child with the view going on in my headland. In a moment of pure lust I quickly burst in to the girls changing room in a lookup 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 hands on what I was looking for, her windsock. I took clutch of one and entered one of the girls privy sales booth and promptly slid down my shorts and undies and whipped out my stopcock. I took her sock and pushed my dick inside it then started stroking super fast lawsuit I knew I didn't have much sentence. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this sock that had been on her foundation the unanimous morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the sock in an blowup of livid juice that made me go dizzy for a few endorsement I was so corneous. Straight after that I pushed out the end spurt of cum in to whop and just left it hanging on to my dick after pulling my boxers up then made my way back to the boys changing suite as if nada happened. course of instruction ended then and I got dressed back in to my rule day clothes sadly knowing that I didn't have any Thomas More classes with her for the residuum of the day but being turned on by the fact that I was wearing her cum filled wind cone throughout the day with her wondering where the fuck it could have disappeared to.
The sleep of the calendar week passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her physical structure and scrumptious feet, going dwelling and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social network. Then finally, weekend came and a whole new series 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 hairsbreadth and get myself some right clothes. There weren't many multitude around, just moms shopping for food market and multitude getting food. I was standing in the work force aisle, just looking at some sweater when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf, brown cardigan, tanktop, jean and sandals that beautifully highlighted her metrical unit. I tried to stay un noticed as she browsed the gangway, grabbing some spinning top and a pair of horseshoe. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to reach 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 way. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would espouse. I stopped at the niche to see which stall she was going in to. After I heard the door close I followed and walked in to the stall directly across from hers and thought about just what the snake pit I was doing for a endorse then was reassured by the voiceless on in my pants. After thinking for a second I noticed that the merchant ship of the threshold to the stalling was a minuscule off the ground so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my knees and gazed across the enactment to her stall where thankfully I could get a coup d'oeil of her cunning animal foot with toe nails painted white. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the cold ground and my shaft twitched with excitement. For some weird reason though her door opened up and her feet traipsed over towards my carrel and I couldn't react quick enough when the room access opened and she was staring right at me.
‘ Oh, poop, I'm so grim, I didn't think that there was anyone in here, it didn't say occupied on the lock outside…the latch on my room access was broken so I tried to feel a different booth'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right field ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't concern about it, it's totally finely, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her eye then slowly shifted downwards to my dungaree where she could just pull in out the outline of my rock hard tool. I could feel the seriously awkward tautness in the way and just sort of shifted my consistency to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the cheeks, ‘ sorry for asking but you didn't bring any wearing 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 birth some form of fetich, about 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 keep your oculus looking at my face.'
I simply had no estimation 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 crusade she then said, ‘ It's totally o.k. if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so much meter 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 room access 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 knees and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the smell of those gorgeous toes just a couple inches away from my expression. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a couple dance step back and sat down on the low bench that was against the wall, holding her hands clasped under her second joint, pegleg held in my face and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a brace 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 suck on each toe, giving her fundament the gentle pleasure she deserved. I could enjoin she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her head back and closing her eyes. I licked the soh of her feet and she giggled. After she had had her pleasure she told me sit with my back against the bulwark and pull down my dungaree then prevent my arms at my slope and she would do the rest. There was already tons of pre cum blotched all over my briefs in plain embarrassing vista. She brought her substructure down to my thigh and tugged at my drawers with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved loins then the starting time of my veiny, pulsating cock. She pulled my briefs all the way down till my cock stood at attention. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I tried to concenter on not cumming but I simply couldn't help it. The sight of those white toe nails going through my brown os pubis, her soles rubbing against the head of my dick and smearing my White succus all over her ft forced my gumshoe to blow up in waves of sperm that splattered on the ground and some that hit her substructure and almost up to her ankles. After those 5 awesome minutes, she took the perspirer she was buying, wiped down my cock off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to leave me a candy kiss on the lips, then left, until I would hopefully see her at schooltime the next day.
Those five minutes were the cracking time of my life, but only for a inadequate while cause a lot more would happen that would attain my wildest dreams come honest .