I'm a fairly intermediate guy for the most component part. 16 days old, in the tenth level, chocolate-brown hair, brown optic and the names Dan by the way. The only Wyrd thing about me is that I have a slight tendency to obsessively shade, 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 yr in school day, I stalked a girl in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunet girl in my class that I just could not take my eyes off of. She was fairly ordinary aswell, she had a couple of protagonist, both guys and female child, would hang out at the mall and political party occasionally but what set her apart from the relaxation, for me atleast, were her feet. nearly of the time she wore tomy's or snitch so that I wouldn't be able to get a smell at them and would have to weirdly gaze at her mortise joint. Other time though, when it got a footling warm in the summer she would don overt toed shoes and my brain would just wander during classes. She sat pretty tightlipped to me in virtually classes so it was hard for me to pay attention when those gorgeous substructure were around. In history she sits behind me, and on one social occasion I was so desperate just to hitch a glimpse of those perfect pedicured foot, ‘ cause this was the first time in a calendar week she had worn sandals, that I faked dropping my pen following to her desk just so I could run down and get a whiff and a glance at those toes. What I would give for those animal foot running all over my torso, caressing my growing hawkshaw and teasing me with that beautiful smell.
Now I know this all crazy, I'm acting like a psychotic person ft worshiper that's never been laid, but those feet are simply that amazing.
We only had three classes together and it was only this yr that we had any at all drive the year before she was in a completely different school. It was only the fourth week of condition, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a week straight I would go home and masturbate more than once just imagining those toes. Sometimes thinking about those feet getting sweaty in her socks when she wore closed brake shoe, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy olfactory perception. I wanked in the exhibitioner in the morning before schooling thinking of when she wore sandals, with the textile wedged right between those painted toe nails and the Sol of her feet being hugged by her horseshoe. On the initiatory day of school she came without any nail polish which was still extremely sexy and on the rest of the week her toe nails were painted promiscuous blue. Now don't get me wrongfulness, her animal foot weren't the alone sexy think about her, she had a cute face, B cup breasts and mostly wore jean that hugged that midget tweed ass of hers.

It was physical ed today and this would be the first of all time I would see her in working out dress, barefoot and act on it in a very ‘ stalkery'way. I headed in to the changing elbow room and got in to my short pants and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor basket ball courtyard. I stood awkwardly for a couple of seconds just standing around waiting for her to descend out of the changeroom while trying not to make it too obvious. I waited a hour more, just imagining her taking off her gym shoe and then wind cone to reveal those ever so beautiful feet. Another minute passed when finally I saw her take the air out of the girls changing rooms. I had an instant hard on as I gazed over to her. Her chocolate-brown haircloth falling down to those perky tits covered by her tanktop, her white-haired tights that hugged her peg then finally those wear pes walking all around on the coldness floor. I stared for a little too long and I think she might induce noticed so I quickly shifted my attending to the manly basketball secret plan that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a couple minute of arc after and split us in to two man groups so we could practice just some superior general clump skill. I was pretty shit at most sports and basketball wasn't any different. To my amazement, I got paired up with Courtney. Fuck, this would be woody nightshade. Being the awkward me, I could not take my eyes off of those feet for a second which I'm pretty sure she noticed ‘ cause she crinkled up her toes as if to veil 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 top at her jumping up and arching the sole of her feet as she did. A constituent of me wanted to just harbour them in my deal and lick them. After ten second 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 variety rooms. I stood exterior both doorway of the changing elbow room for a second, contemplating something. My dick grew declamatory and enceinte with the thinking going on in my head. In a consequence of pure luxuria I quickly burst in to the missy changing suite 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 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 hold of one and entered one of the girls toilet stall and promptly slid down my shorts and undies and whipped out my cock. I took her drogue and pushed my pecker inside it then started stroking super fast cause I knew I didn't have much fourth dimension. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this wind sock that had been on her substructure the unscathed morning, massaging those toes. I came in to the wind sock in an detonation of white succus that made me go dizzy for a few mo I was so corneous. Straight after that I pushed out the final stage squirt of cum in to bash and just left it hanging on to my putz after pulling my shorts up then made my way back to the boys changing rooms as if nothing happened. Class ended then and I got dressed back in to my normal day wearing apparel sadly knowing that I didn't have any more family 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 possess disappeared to.
The rest of the week passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her body and scrumptious feet, going home and masturbating in to her air-sleeve and stalking her on almost every sociable network. Then finally, weekend came and a whole new series of upshot were set in motion.

It was Sunday daybreak and I headed off to the mall alone to get some new putty for my whisker and get myself some decent wearing apparel. There weren't many people around, just mum shopping for grocery store and people getting food. I was standing in the mens aisle, just looking at some perspirer when I spotted her. There Courtney was, all alone, wearing a scarf, brownness Cardigan Welsh corgi, tanktop, jeans and sandals that beautifully highlighted her foundation. I tried to stay on un noticed as she browsed the aisles, grabbing some tops and a dyad of shoes. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to realise 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 suite. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would pursue. I stopped at the corner 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 endorsement then was reassured by the severe on in my drawers. After thinking for a secondly I noticed that the rear end of the door to the stall 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 precious metrical unit with toe nails painted whiteness. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the cold ground and my dick twitched with exhilaration. For some Wyrd reason though her door opened up and her ft traipsed over towards my stall and I couldn't react prompt 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 lock outside…the door latch on my door was broken so I tried to find a different stall'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't trouble about it, it's totally fine, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her oculus then slowly shifted downwards to my jeans where she could just make out the outline of my rock 'n' roll hard cock. I could feel the seriously awkward tension in the way and just kind of shifted my body to the side.
‘ Uhhh…okay..'she said, going red in the nerve, ‘ 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 cute bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you induce some form of fetich, about feet I mean ?'
There was silence 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 eyes looking at my face.'
I simply had no estimation of how to reply, I couldn't tell if I was turned on by the fact that she had caught me and she was bare footed right in figurehead 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 okay if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so very much sentence in making my feet look aphrodisiacal and soul admires them,'then read that I was totally amazed by everything that had just happened and that she could do pretty often 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 knees and I did so promptly. I was intoxicated by the olfaction of those gorgeous toes just a copulate inches away from my look. 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 bench that was against the wall, holding her hands clasped under her thighs, legs held in my grimace and camel toe in view.
‘ Please me babe,'she smirked.
For a couple minutes I was her cunt, I instinctively started sucking on her toes, tasting them, savouring each one and drenching both her feet with my spittle. She watched me suck on each toe, giving her ft the gentle pleasure she deserved. I could tell she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her head teacher back and closing her optic. I licked the colloidal solution of her pes and she giggled. After she had had her pleasure she told me sit with my cover against the rampart and pull down my jean then keep my arms at my sides and she would do the repose. There was already piles of pre cum blotched all over my brief in field embarrassing view. She brought her feet down to my thigh and tugged at my short pants with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved pubes then the beginnings of my veiny, pulsating tool. She pulled my legal brief all the way down till my prick stood at attention. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I tried to focus on not cumming but I simply couldn't help it. The sight of those Andrew Dickson White toe nails going through my brown pubes, her soles rubbing against the fountainhead of my peter and smearing my white succus all over her foot forced my dick to burst forth in moving ridge of sperm that splattered on the ground and some that hit her infantry and almost up to her articulatio talocruralis. After those 5 beat minutes, she took the sweater she was buying, wiped down my tool off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to return me a kiss on the backtalk, then left, until I would hopefully see her at shoal the next day.
Those five minutes were the greatest prison term of my life story, but only for a little piece cause a lot more would happen that would pretend my raving mad dreams come reliable .