Crazy For Feet Forum

I found the topic of babysitters on another forum and thought it was interesting topic. Can anyone remember their babysitter and how they may have influenced your foot fetish?

My babsitter was this teenage girl who's family was close with mine. She would come over on the weekends when my folks would go out for the evenings. She was incredibly sweet and nice, and would always dote over me... I had the biggest crush on her as a kid. Not to mention that she was a knockout.

Anyway, she would always wear these funky patterened socks... never plain white ones. They were always colorful with stripes and patterns. I think this is where I developed my preference for these types of socks along with nyons. Also, she was very active with her feet in that she was always flexing her ankles or rubbing the floor with her foot.

We would sit on the floor and watch TV and she was always touching me with her feet... either caressing me or tickling me. I remember how good it used to feel whenever she would touch me this way. At that point I obviously didn't know what a foot fetish was, but I knew that I liked her feet. One instance in particular that I remember... she was sitting on the couch talking on the phone and I was laying on my back near the couch. She extended her foot and rubbed my stomach. She then put both feet on me and just rested them on my chest. I'll never forget that and how good it felt.

She used to do this thing where she would prop me in the air with her feet and I would pretend to fly. She would lay on her back, put her feet on my stomach and lift me in the air. As you could imagine, I used to look forward to this.

As I mentioned, she was a family friend so we've stayed in touch through the years. I still see her often, and we're good friends now. Upon my return from college, I would bump into her at bars and we would talk for hours. My friends would always pine over her as she grew up to be pretty attractive. She got married not long after that, and I actually play a lot of golf with her husband.

Yeah man I remember such moments. I have never had a babysitter, but I remember how girls around our family used to play with me when I was a kid, and I remember a lot of moments when I was admiring their feet. Usualy I went on a visit just to see some feet. And I remember the school days and my teachers, I remember for how long I had to wait to see feet of one of my teachers, man she was hot and her feet even hotter!! I will never forget that day. Man school days were soo good, I had many teachers with unbelivably hot feet!!

Hiker,

Thanks for posting your experience.

I'm fighting the flu right now so this is just a hit and run post. Hopefully I'll be close to 100% by the weekend and can discuss this subject better by then.

Thanks,

DP

Dead Parrot wrote:I'm fighting the flu right now...

I feel for you. I just got over the flu a couple of weeks ago.

Again, thanks for sharing that experience.

I have nothing in my childhood to compare, but I have read similar accounts on other sites over the past few years.

The overriding thing about all of this for me is: why?

Why do childhood experiences like these seem to imprint themselves upon us? Why are we affected so greatly by this while other men barely remember such times, even if they did have a hot babysitter?

DP

I never had a babysitter I was either on my own or my brother would watch me.My first dipping influence was teachers though.My 2nd grade teacher Miss Gray would dip smoothly like a knife through butter.Then as I got older I would learn to appreciate watching my classmates dip.

Never had a babysitter like hiker...but I did have tons of teachers that started my interests in feet/dangling/shoes & of course my Aunt.

Now my Aunt did babysit me for a little bit when I was young..and she too did the bare feet on the stomach & prop me in the air with her feet. She called it "Airplane" God was that fun

Yeah, Aunts...

Oh God, what memories! Talk about aunts! My Aunt Priscilla had a summer camp we used to go to when I was a young boy and she really had a thing about using her feet on boys and I fell right into it! She was always doing the roll onto her back and put her feet in my stomach and hold me up over her head! She was a strong woman and could do it effortlessly and I didn't understand at first why I felt so excited when she did it to me - I just knew I liked how it felt! For three summers she did it to me constantly and I just looked forward to it so much - she even got so she pushed up with her feet and bounced me up and down on her feet and when my crotch landed on her soles it hurt but I didn't mind! Then came the time her feet pushed up against my crotch and she could feel how excited I was under her feet, my erection under her soles and she stopped doing it to me! I was so disappointed but that was the end from her. Her later years I always looked at her feet fondly, thinking about those summers and how they made me feel and she would smile , knowing the effect she had had on me when I was a boy. A coonection between feet and arousal that has never left me!

skipperbob...What a great aunt you had...I never got to experience the bouncing part but their was a time that my aunt did experience an arousal from me. She was of course babysitting me at her apartment with her female roommate while my parents were out of town... she asked if I wanted to play the "airplane game". She and her roommate both propped me in the air...constantly making smooching motions & tickling me on my stomach with their bare feet. At one point I got so excited since they tickled so much that my aunt pointed out to her roommate a little movement from my shorts...& all they did was laugh at each other & continued on.
GOD what great memories!