I had noticed that I got very excited at the sight of female feet from the age of 9, but I only had the braveness to take this forward when I was 20, and the individual I had my first metrical foot fetish experience was, none other than my 18 year old cousin. She had the most beautiful pelt, subdued, smooth, warm and bonnie. Her eyes were enchanting and whenever she came over to visit, she would always end up barefoot or kept her wind sleeve on. She had the most arrant understructure, pink cushy fillet of sole, delicate and tranquil heels, cute and petite toes. It was a Saturday dark, we were in my room doing things we always did when she came dwelling house, played placard or wrestling, with her always winning ( since I let her ). It was a cold, windy night so she decided to restrain her fink on. I tried my best to centre on what we were doing, but the intellection of her beautiful toes and warm feet submerged in her sneakers got my heart racing. I did my comfortably to cover my erection, which had made itself deliver in my gasp. As we continued to hang out, the secret plan got boring, and that 's when it happened, she undid her laces and loosened her canary, but still keeping them on. I decided to get around the ice.

Is everything okeh ? I asked, trying to be as nornal as possible.

She replied : `` Yeah dude, just tired from walking around the center today, and my feet hurt ''. That was it ! I knew if I had to make a move, it had to be now or never, so I calmly said, `` Hey cuz, if you allow me, I would n't mind giving you a pick massage, I promise you will feel better afterwards ''. To my surprise she said `` That would actually be awesome ''. She got up, laid on her breadbasket with her branch facing me and gently kicked off her sneakers. Naturally I was expecting her feet to be smelly from walking around all day, but to my absolute surprise and delight, my first cousin was one of those young lady who did not have smelly metrical foot. As she lowered her infantry towards my lap, I quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap so that her feet would not touch my raging hard erection that was dying to be released from my jeans. Her feet finally came to rest on the pillow as she pulled her phone out and got glued to it.

I gently touched her animal foot, feeling her warm sock, as I began gently massaging her soles through her air-sleeve. I pushed my knuckles into her soles and then rubbed up and down her fundament with my thumb. After about 20 minutes, I mustered the courage to ask her : `` Hey, this would be more efficient without your socks in the way, can I assume them off ? '' Her reply was `` Yes, but wo n't you feel dirty, considering I was walking around the altogether day ? ``

'' Cuz, relax and let me take away all the stress from your feet, you deserve it after the day you had '', was all I was able to blurt out before returning my hands to her gentle feet. I gently pulled off her socks, one by one until I had her stark base on my lap. I began massaging them whilst at the same fourth dimension, trying to hold up back from bursting my consignment in my pants. After a spell it got too a great deal to handle, as I started to rub myself with my flop helping hand whilst I massaged her feet with the left. Feeling my massage with one hand, she turned to me, which made me jump at being caught. Although she did n't see what I was up too, it did make her mistrustful as to why I was massaging her with one deal. I then lost control condition, and threw the pillow to the floor and let her metrical unit repose against my hard cock. This immediately triggered a response from her, when she turned back and was greeted with my pole, standing hard in my pants. What she did following take aback me. She flipped over, and whispered : `` Wow cuz, I think you need to loosen up, it looks like your zip is going to bristle any 2d ''. As she said this to me, an embarassed look snap across my grimace, which made me knock off my school principal, when I suddenly felt a script pull at my zip, and behold, it was my cousin, pulling down on my zip. As she pulled it further down, my peter began throbbing with fervour at being released any minute. Once she pulled my zip all the way down, my dick shaft out, still covered by my Boxer short circuit. You could see the front of it soaked, as a event of my pre-cum. Having felt this story of comfort, I proceeded to give my whack and let down my pants, sitting there with just my pugilist and my careen intemperately prick probing its'way through my boxers. I told my first cousin that I had a substructure fetish and was really turned on by her feet.

'' Do you think my human foot are pretty cuz '' ? My reply was a forte `` YES '', which shot a smile across her cheek. She pushed the soles of her infantry onto my shaft and began rubbing her feet up and down, causing me to moan in utter passion, and the naughty feeling on her face made it more worth patch. Here I was, with just my boxers, and my 18 year old cousin, rubbing her aphrodisiacal fundament on my cock. Naturally I began thrusting my hips forward, to touch her feet and feel it press harder against my cock.

She threw her straits back, and that was when I took her right foot in my hired man, and put it to my face, inhaling as deep as I could. Her base did not smell dirty, but instead smelt of a mixture of rubber eraser, and a sweet smell ( which I guessed was from her lotion ). I then grew bolder, and decided to lap up her sole, to which I heard a indulgent groan of pleasure from her. I got more bolder and began licking her sole even faster, as her groan got louder, whilst her left foot worked my throbbing tool. I licked her sole till it was wet and pink like I was used to seeing, before shifting to her left hand foot. I continued this for 20 minutes, before taking her toes deep into my backtalk, unleashing a scream of pleasure from her. I sucked her toes, in between her toes all the way down to her heels and then back up again.

The pleasure drove her over the bound as she pulled my boxers down, and began stroking my pecker with her hands, I almost blew my warhead there. It was not until she wrapped her warm ft around my tool and started stroking me up and down, that I started my moaning. It seemed my moaning gave her bravery as she got faster and faster in perfect rhythm method of birth control. I was nearing my end and told her this. She continued whilst looking me suddenly in the eye. I could not hold it back anymore, and I blew my load all over her toes. The number 1 snapshot went in the air and landed on her knee joint, but every shot after that, landed directly on her infantry and dripped between her toes. I think I came for a total 5 proceedings, before I came to my senses and felt my hawkshaw start to soften. I opened my eyes to find her rubbing her ft together, letting my cum cover those jolly soles and toes.

She got up after that, washed her infantry and came back to sit future to me. She took her feet and started using her toes to recreate with my orchis, and rubbed her soles on the length of my tool, until my dick began growing again ... ... ... ..

halt tuned for part 2 !