Alicia Ch. 01

Author's Note: This story is based on a true story. I wanted to build the background for the story in this installment. Feel free to comment and give me feedback. Would love to hear from the readers.

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I have always had a foot fetish. Even as a young boy, when the weather started to turn warm in New England, I would become excited as I knew that soon women would begin to wear sandals. When I got older, I was always too nervous to broach my love of feet to my girlfriends and they never realized my foot fetish. This all changed my second year of law school.

When I went to law school in New York, I rented a room in a large house. My bedroom was on the second floor and there was another bedroom right across the hall. During my first year, this room was empty; however, my landlord needed the extra money and decided to rent it out during my second year. As my landlord did not live in the area, it was up to me to show the house off to potential tenants. One potential tenet arrived on a warm summer afternoon. When I opened the door I first noticed her pink flip flops and her perfect petite feet. As my gaze traveled up her body, I noticed her flat stomach, full B cup breasts, and her dirty blond hair. I introduced myself and found out her name was Alicia and that she was also a law student. Over the next fifteen minutes I showed off the house and just prayed that she would be my housemate for the nest year. A week later a call from my landlord confirmed that my dreams had come true.

The first month living with Alicia was great. We shared the upstairs bathroom and I always got plenty of views of her cute size six feet whenever she was just lounging about. At this time I was single and I was going crazy thinking about Alicia's feet. Most nights I would lie in my bed and jerk off just thinking about licking her wrinkled soles and sucking on each off her toes. After a month I knew Alicia's schedule and began to formulate a plan in my mind.

One Tuesday afternoon in early October I got home from class early and I knew Alicia would not be home for a few more hours. The locks on our bedroom doors did not work but both of us being in law school neither of us, to my benefit, sought to remedy this situation. I entered Alicia's room and immediately sought out her laundry basket, which was tucked into the corner of her room. I rifled through her dirty clothes until I found the item I was looking for, a pair of her white low cut socks that she wore when she went to the gym and out for runs. I brought the socks to my nose and inhaled the intoxicating scent of her feet, a mixture of sweat with a slight hint of vanilla (probably from the lotion Alicia used). My cock instantly throbbed wishing that Alicia and her feet were here.

Then out of the corner of my eyes I noticed that her closet door was slightly open and through the crack I saw the pair of black flip flops that Alicia wore almost every day. Before I could consciously think of what I was doing, I was on my knees at the closet door. The flip flops had distinct impressions of Alicia's feet and by now my cock was a fully erect seven inches. I bent down and kissed the top of the sandals, getting a full whiff of Alicia's sweet foot scent in the process. I spent the next fifteen minutes kissing every inch of Alicia's flip flops pretending that I was kissing her feet instead.

I couldn't stand the smell of Alicia's dirty flip flops anymore and didn't know how much time I had before Alicia got home. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. I wrapped Alicia's dirty gym sock around my throbbing dick and began to jerk myself off. The feel of Alicia's sock wrapped around my cock was almost too much and I had to slow down my masturbation in order to not immediately blow my load. As I slowly pumped my cock, I ran my tongue over the bottom of Alicia's sandals, pretending that Alicia was forcing me to lick the dirt from the bottom of her shoes. They tasted disgusting and I quickly began to lick the top where Alicia's foot depression was. I was lost in the sweaty taste of her old foot stink and was so focused on my impending orgasm that I didn't hear the creaking on the steps. As I exploded into Alicia's sock, the door opened and Alicia gasped and said,

"What the hell are you doing?"

To be continued...