I'm a fairly average guy for the to the highest degree component. 16 years old, in the tenth gradation, brownness hair, brown eyes and the names Dan by the way. The only weird matter about me is that I have a slight 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 spell of my tenth year in school, I stalked a girl in my class named Courtney.
Courtney was this amazingly beautiful brunette young lady in my division that I just could not take my eyes off of. She was fairly medium aswell, she had a pair of supporter, both guys and miss, would attend out at the shopping center and party occasionally but what set her apart from the rest, for me atleast, were her fundament. nigh of the time she wore tomy's or sneakers so that I wouldn't be able to get a looking at at them and would induce to weirdly stare at her ankle joint. other times though, when it got a slight warm in the summertime she would wear open toed place and my mind would just wander during course. She sat pretty finis to me in most socio-economic class so it was hard for me to pay attention when those gorgeous groundwork were around. In chronicle she sits behind me, and on one occasion I was so do-or-die just to catch a glimpse of those double-dyed pedicured groundwork, ‘ cause this was the outset time in a workweek 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 olfaction.
Now I know this all loony, I'm acting like a psychotic understructure worshiper that's never been laid, but those feet 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 different school. It was only the fourth week of term, and I was already becoming pretty sadistic. For a week heterosexual 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 shoes, imagining that ever so slightly wet and tangy aroma. I wanked in the exhibitioner in the morning before school thinking of when she wore sandals, with the fabric wedged right between those painted toe nails and the colloidal solution of her feet being hugged by her shoe. On the first 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 light blue. Now don't get me wrong, her feet weren't the only sexy think about her, she had a precious facial expression, B cup breasts and mostly wore blue jean that hugged that bantam white ass of hers.

It was physical ed today and this would be the low 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 elbow room and got in to my drawers and working out top then made my way out on to the indoor hoop ball motor lodge. I stood awkwardly for a yoke of instant just standing around waiting for her to total out of the changeroom while trying not to work it too obvious. I waited a mo more, just imagining her taking off her snitch and then wind cone to reveal those ever so beautiful feet. Another min passed when finally I saw her walk out of the girls changing suite. I had an trice hard on as I gazed over to her. Her chocolate-brown hair's-breadth falling down to those perky titty covered by her tanktop, her grey tights that hugged her legs then finally those bear feet walking all around on the frigidity level. I stared for a trivial too long and I think she might have noticed so I quickly shifted my attention to the manly basketball game biz that was going on. Our P.E teacher Mr.Edwards arrived a match minutes after and split us in to two man radical so we could exercise just some general ball skills. I was pretty shit at most sports and basketball wasn't any different. To my astonishment, I got paired up with Courtney. Fuck, this would be bittersweet. Being the awkward me, I could not take on my middle off of those understructure for a indorse which I'm moderately certain she noticed ‘ causal agency 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 ball exercises affair and now and then I would sneakily grab elevation at her jumping up and arching the soles of her feet as she did. A component part of me wanted to just hold them in my hand and cream them. After ten minutes I had worked up a pretty steady hard on and as soon as we had to commute mate, I ducked out and headed to the variety rooms. I stood outside both door of the changing rooms for a sec, contemplating something. My tool grew large and orotund with the opinion going on in my straits. In a moment of pure lust I quickly burst in to the girl changing room 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 hands on what I was looking for, her socks. I took custody of one and entered one of the girls bathroom stalls and promptly slid down my boxershorts and undies and whipped out my cock. I took her sock and pushed my prick inside it then started stroking superintendent fast cause I knew I didn't have much time. It didn't take long for me to cum, thinking about this wind cone that had been on her feet the whole dawning, massaging those toes. I came in to the sock in an blowup of Andrew D. White juice that made me go dizzy for a few seconds I was so randy. Straight after that I pushed out the final spirt of cum in to sock and just left it hanging on to my tool after pulling my short pants up then made my way back to the boys changing room as if nothing happened. Class ended then and I got dressed back in to my convention day wearing apparel sadly knowing that I didn't have any to a greater extent course of instruction with her for the residuum 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 nooky it could have disappeared to.
The rest of the week passed pretty uneventfully, with the usual me staring at her body and scrumptious feet, going house and masturbating in to her sock and stalking her on almost every social network. Then finally, weekend came and a whole new series of upshot were set in motion.

It was Sunday morning and I headed off to the plaza alone to get some new putty for my haircloth and get myself some adequate wearing apparel. There weren't many people around, just mum shopping for grocery store and people 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, brownish cardigan, tanktop, jeans and sandals that beautifully highlighted her feet. I tried to stay on un noticed as she browsed the aisles, grabbing some crown and a duad of shoes. I hid away as she tuned in my direction while trying not to make it too obvious that I was actually hiding from her and peeked over one of the ledge to see that she was going in to the dressing rooms. I instinctively followed shortly after, unknowing of what would survey. I stopped at the corner to see which stall she was going in to. After I heard the doorway close I followed and walked in to the stall directly across from hers and thought about just what the hell I was doing for a endorsement then was reassured by the knockout on in my pants. After thinking for a second I noticed that the fundament of the room access to the stand was a little off the ground so that you could easily see out of them. I quickly got down to my stifle and gazed across the musical passage to her stall where thankfully I could get a glimpse of her cute fundament with toe nails painted lily-white. She slipped her sandals off, letting her bare soles touch the inhuman priming coat and my shaft twitched with excitement. For some eldritch reason though her door opened up and her understructure traipsed over towards my stand and I couldn't react quick enough when the door opened and she was staring right at me.
‘ Oh, horseshit, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that there was anyone in here, it didn't say occupied on the lock outside…the latch on my door was broken so I tried to detect a different stall'she blurted out hurriedly then realizing, ‘ Oh hi, it's Dan right ?'
‘ Yeah, uhm don't headache about it, it's totally fine, my bad actually for not locking my door.'
Her eyes then slowly shifted downwards to my blue jean where she could just draw out the synopsis of my rock tough tool. I could sense the seriously awkward tension in the room and just sorting of shifted my organic structure 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 optic wander to her legs then down to those cute bare toes.
‘ Dan…are you…uhh. Do you have some kind of fetish, about feet 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 make 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 idea 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 front of me and I had a raging severely on or I was terrified by it all.
She must've noticed case she then said, ‘ It's totally approve if you are, it kinda turns me on as well, the fact that I put so much time in making my groundwork 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 a good deal whatever she wanted with me so she locked the door behind her.
‘ Uhh..'I simply replied.
‘ Let's see how far your hoodoo 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 olfactory perception of those gorgeous toes just a twin inches away from my font. I already felt like I was going to cum out of excitement.
She then took a distich steps back and sat down on the minuscule bench that was against the paries, holding her hand clasped under her second joint, legs 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 feet with my saliva. She watched me nurse on each toe, giving her feet the blue pleasure she deserved. I could tell she enjoyed it by the fact that she kept laying her top dog back and closing her eyes. I licked the so of her metrical foot and she giggled. After she had had her pleasure she told me sit with my book binding against the wall and pull in down my dungaree then maintain my arms at my sides and she would do the residuum. There was already tons of pre cum blotched all over my brief in plain embarrassing view. She brought her feet down to my thighs and tugged at my shorts with them, slowly pulling them down, first revealing my unshaved pubes then the rootage of my veiny, pulsating hammer. She pulled my brief all the way down till my tool stood at tending. I closed my centre in hug drug as I tried to concentre on not cumming but I simply couldn't supporter it. The sight of those white toe nails going through my brown pubes, her so rubbing against the head of my gumshoe and smearing my bloodless juice all over her feet forced my dick to explode in undulation of sperm that splattered on the ground and some that hit her groundwork and almost up to her ankle joint. After those 5 nonplus minutes, she took the sweater she was buying, wiped down my prick off all my cum and her toes then leaned down to give me a osculation on the rim, then left, until I would hopefully see her at school the future day.
Those five arcminute were the greatest time of my life, but only for a short while cause a lot more would happen that would name my wildest dreams come true .