What's the furthest you've ever gone to indulge your fetish?

[scolear]

I'd really like to hear people's stories (honest ones please no BS) of what you've done to indulge your fetish.

I've done a couple of crazy things over the years myself!

[Collegetownstudios]

I go under tables at school, I get to smell, and tickle feet of random girls.

[KMFDNFAN]

I've paid for custom shoeplay videos that I could download and put on DVDs.

[Feeture Feature]

I reach through seats at the movies to touch the feet of women seated in row behind me. I think a woman's husband spotted me at start of movie once because they got up and moved to the other end of the row. A long time ago one woman went and got the manager and he came with a flashlight and shined it at seat row. But she claimed a mouse had run across her foot and she had seen it. There was no idea it was my hand. One of the first time I did this I didn't realize how easy it was to see my hand. I kept it down the seat once when the lights came on at end of movie. I was playing with the strap of a slingback shoe a woman was wearing. Her friend said, "He's playing with your shoe!" but they did not say anything to me or anyone else. We all just left the theater.

Also I once touched and stroked the stocking sole of a young woman on a plane going from New York to Vienna. The whole flight she had her shoeless foot on my armrest at the window seat. She held up a newspaper the whole time except during the meal and movie, so she was not seeing what was happening to her foot. Her foot had touched the back of my long-sleeve shirt sleeve, which is how I knew her foot was there. The balls of her foot were nice and soft and I could feel the whorls through the nylon. When we were landing she flexed her toes against my hand as she pulled her foot down. I have also touched other women's feet on planes when it was sleeptime and I could reach between seats undetected or once through the gap between the seat back and seat cushion where the woman behind me had tucked her bare feet. Once a woman from Singapore lifted her feet to the seat between us and I used my blanket to overlap hers and I played with her feet. She thought it was the blanket moving.

At the movies once I felt a kick from the woman behind me in my wallet. I was in a broken down seat and she had her legs crossed and her sneakered foot had kicked me in the space that the seat left. I put an arm tucked behind me and played with her foot throughout the movie. A similar situation occurred in a van in Australia that was carrying tourists on a day trip through Victoria state. After the morning tea stop, I felt a kick in my wallet. The woman behind me, in high heel sandals and bare feet had put a foot on the footrest of seat behind me and stretched the foot front so it was going between foot rest and my seat back. There was a flap hanging down from the seat back so she could not see my hand but she must have felt me playing with her bare toes. We did a lot of driving that day and I kept playing with her toes. Turned out the woman had just gotten married the day before and was traveling with her new husband. She had really long legs. Once in a while the sun bothered her and she changed seats with her husband and wrapped a foot around the seat next to me so I could get a good view of her sandaled foot. At the end of the trip we stopped to see a huge bridge under construction. She and I were the only ones who did not get off the van. She kept her foot tucked beneath the seat back and I kept playing with her toes.

I have often told the story of my biggest regret in regard to my fetish. At the opening night of movie "Alice's Restaurant" the woman beside me slipped off her shoes during the previews and lifted her stocking feet up to her seat, so the soles were toward me. She had propped one foot against my calf as she lifted the other foot to her seat. Then she started rotating one ankle and banged her foot into my thigh, not a word from her and she kept the feet right beside me. She remained shoeless the whole movie and at one point I got a lovely whiff of moist leather, nylon and foot sweat. I will always regret not reaching down and stroking her feet. It seemed she did not like her companion much as her feet were always in my direction, not his. Oh, hurray for the Sixties when women dressed up and filled movie theaters on Friday night and slipped off their shoes more often than not.

[Footsiefreak]

I was so impressed with this one beautiful shoeplayer I actually followed her home in my car she was only about 5 miles away.

[Footsiefreak]

I reach through seats at the movies to touch the feet of women seated in row behind me. I think a woman's husband spotted me at start of movie once because they got up and moved to the other end of the row. A long time ago one woman went and got the manager and he came with a flashlight and shined it at seat row. But she claimed a mouse had run across her foot and she had seen it. There was no idea it was my hand. One of the first time I did this I didn't realize how easy it was to see my hand. I kept it down the seat once when the lights came on at end of movie. I was playing with the strap of a slingback shoe a woman was wearing. Her friend said, "He's playing with your shoe!" but they did not say anything to me or anyone else. We all just left the theater.

Also I once touched and stroked the stocking sole of a young woman on a plane going from New York to Vienna. The whole flight she had her shoeless foot on my armrest at the window seat. She held up a newspaper the whole time except during the meal and movie, so she was not seeing what was happening to her foot. Her foot had touched the back of my long-sleeve shirt sleeve, which is how I knew her foot was there. The balls of her foot were nice and soft and I could feel the whorls through the nylon. When we were landing she flexed her toes against my hand as she pulled her foot down. I have also touched other women's feet on planes when it was sleeptime and I could reach between seats undetected or once through the gap between the seat back and seat cushion where the woman behind me had tucked her bare feet. Once a woman from Singapore lifted her feet to the seat between us and I used my blanket to overlap hers and I played with her feet. She thought it was the blanket moving.

At the movies once I felt a kick from the woman behind me in my wallet. I was in a broken down seat and she had her legs crossed and her sneakered foot had kicked me in the space that the seat left. I put an arm tucked behind me and played with her foot throughout the movie. A similar situation occurred in a van in Australia that was carrying tourists on a day trip through Victoria state. After the morning tea stop, I felt a kick in my wallet. The woman behind me, in high heel sandals and bare feet had put a foot on the footrest of seat behind me and stretched the foot front so it was going between foot rest and my seat back. There was a flap hanging down from the seat back so she could not see my hand but she must have felt me playing with her bare toes. We did a lot of driving that day and I kept playing with her toes. Turned out the woman had just gotten married the day before and was traveling with her new husband. She had really long legs. Once in a while the sun bothered her and she changed seats with her husband and wrapped a foot around the seat next to me so I could get a good view of her sandaled foot. At the end of the trip we stopped to see a huge bridge under construction. She and I were the only ones who did not get off the van. She kept her foot tucked beneath the seat back and I kept playing with her toes.

I have often told the story of my biggest regret in regard to my fetish. At the opening night of movie "Alice's Restaurant" the woman beside me slipped off her shoes during the previews and lifted her stocking feet up to her seat, so the soles were toward me. She had propped one foot against my calf as she lifted the other foot to her seat. Then she started rotating one ankle and banged her foot into my thigh, not a word from her and she kept the feet right beside me. She remained shoeless the whole movie and at one point I got a lovely whiff of moist leather, nylon and foot sweat. I will always regret not reaching down and stroking her feet. It seemed she did not like her companion much as her feet were always in my direction, not his. Oh, hurray for the Sixties when women dressed up and filled movie theaters on Friday night and slipped off their shoes more often than not.

Yeah that one with the lady with her stocking feet touching your thigh you gotta go for it and touch her feet as much as you can.Women don't do that unless they are horny and want some sexual action.

"The mouse in the theater is a great excuse if you feel like you got caught" Just say yeah that little sucker brushed my foot too

[Footsiefreak]

I reach through seats at the movies to touch the feet of women seated in row behind me. I think a woman's husband spotted me at start of movie once because they got up and moved to the other end of the row. A long time ago one woman went and got the manager and he came with a flashlight and shined it at seat row. But she claimed a mouse had run across her foot and she had seen it. There was no idea it was my hand. One of the first time I did this I didn't realize how easy it was to see my hand. I kept it down the seat once when the lights came on at end of movie. I was playing with the strap of a slingback shoe a woman was wearing. Her friend said, "He's playing with your shoe!" but they did not say anything to me or anyone else. We all just left the theater.

Also I once touched and stroked the stocking sole of a young woman on a plane going from New York to Vienna. The whole flight she had her shoeless foot on my armrest at the window seat. She held up a newspaper the whole time except during the meal and movie, so she was not seeing what was happening to her foot. Her foot had touched the back of my long-sleeve shirt sleeve, which is how I knew her foot was there. The balls of her foot were nice and soft and I could feel the whorls through the nylon. When we were landing she flexed her toes against my hand as she pulled her foot down. I have also touched other women's feet on planes when it was sleeptime and I could reach between seats undetected or once through the gap between the seat back and seat cushion where the woman behind me had tucked her bare feet. Once a woman from Singapore lifted her feet to the seat between us and I used my blanket to overlap hers and I played with her feet. She thought it was the blanket moving.

At the movies once I felt a kick from the woman behind me in my wallet. I was in a broken down seat and she had her legs crossed and her sneakered foot had kicked me in the space that the seat left. I put an arm tucked behind me and played with her foot throughout the movie. A similar situation occurred in a van in Australia that was carrying tourists on a day trip through Victoria state. After the morning tea stop, I felt a kick in my wallet. The woman behind me, in high heel sandals and bare feet had put a foot on the footrest of seat behind me and stretched the foot front so it was going between foot rest and my seat back. There was a flap hanging down from the seat back so she could not see my hand but she must have felt me playing with her bare toes. We did a lot of driving that day and I kept playing with her toes. Turned out the woman had just gotten married the day before and was traveling with her new husband. She had really long legs. Once in a while the sun bothered her and she changed seats with her husband and wrapped a foot around the seat next to me so I could get a good view of her sandaled foot. At the end of the trip we stopped to see a huge bridge under construction. She and I were the only ones who did not get off the van. She kept her foot tucked beneath the seat back and I kept playing with her toes.

I have often told the story of my biggest regret in regard to my fetish. At the opening night of movie "Alice's Restaurant" the woman beside me slipped off her shoes during the previews and lifted her stocking feet up to her seat, so the soles were toward me. She had propped one foot against my calf as she lifted the other foot to her seat. Then she started rotating one ankle and banged her foot into my thigh, not a word from her and she kept the feet right beside me. She remained shoeless the whole movie and at one point I got a lovely whiff of moist leather, nylon and foot sweat. I will always regret not reaching down and stroking her feet. It seemed she did not like her companion much as her feet were always in my direction, not his. Oh, hurray for the Sixties when women dressed up and filled movie theaters on Friday night and slipped off their shoes more often than not.

Were the movie theater floors dirty for you to lay on them to touch feet?

[paradigm88]

I always find these posts kind of fascinating because I've never really had the balls to risk being caught in public. Maybe it's a generational thing, maybe it's that I was more comfortable indulging my fetish from afar, or growing up in an era where women didn't make themselves as available as they once did, or an era where people were less willing to brush off something questionable and more willing to speak up about it.

That said, we all make choices...

I grew up as the older sibling, and so I was always able to entertain myself, where my younger sister (about 4 years younger than me) needed companionship. I would wage my own battles with Transformers toys; she needed someone to help role-play with her Barbies (often, she tapped into my creative side to come up with her dolls' adventures). One day we invented a sort of cosplay game. My sister, borrowing from my mom's professional wardrobe, was an attorney; I was some kind of business partner (and since I usually wore khakis and nice shirts, and Dad had no professional wardrobe to raid, I didn't dress differently). I would guide the storyline along. One constant was that my sister's character, often saddled with shoes that were too large, would have to take her shoes off, and often needed her feet tended to. A few times, she caught on that I "must like little girls' feet" (which I denied, because I didn't - I liked womens' feet too, but I had to work with what I was given). I'm thinking we were 15 and 11 at the time. In retrospect, even though I never did anything truly scandalous to her, and it was never about it being my sister attached to those stockinged feet, it's still family, and it was still pretty manipulative. We've never discussed it in the almost 20 years since. (And as an adult, my sister is a barefoot/Uggs/Danskos kind of woman, so no, I didn't successfully plant any seeds of shoeplay.)

Aside from that, as a kid who was aware I was interested in stockinged feet (and somehow aware that this wasn't something to share), my indulgence was pretty much limited to putting myself where I could witness shoeplay - something I admit to doing even today (don't we all?). I remember in the 5th or 6th grade, we had "outdoor recess" after lunch, which basically meant walking around a school parking lot until the bell rang. In the winter months, one particularly pretty girl would often wear skirts with black tights and black moccasins. When she and her friends were walking and talking, she'd heelpop with every step, and so I made sure I stuck with my friends a few discreet feet behind, my eyes watching for the occasional standing dip. High school was also an education in choosing seats on the days when girls would dress up, or making a window between a notebook, a calculator and whatever else so your eyes appeared to be focused on classwork and not the girl at the next desk playing with her loafers.

When I first discovered the shopping channels, I was presented with a new challenge. My parents' house is open-concept, so (largely by construction necessity) there were no doors from our bedrooms to the balcony over the playroom, or from the kitchen to the living room - so, basically, there was no such thing as "privacy." If I wanted to watch TV, there was always a risk of "getting caught" if someone was home. If no one was home, I'd use the living room TV (and since there was a window that looked up to the front door, I could keep an eye on anyone returning home). At night, I'd use the kitchen TV, making sure that it wasn't reflecting off any of the windows upstairs, and I'd keep the audio on silent. There was a TV in my folks' bedroom I could use, as long as they weren't asleep. And I had to keep the audio low so I could hear my mom's footsteps coming in that direction. All the same, I'd have another channel on the Flashback button so, if they were coming, I could change channels to something I was seemingly watching. Once I got a TV tuner in my PC, the PC was visible from the kitchen, so I had to use the same tactics, though I could sort of angle the monitor away and spare my embarrassment that way. Similarly, when I was coming home from college, I'd usually leave my computer at school and take my laptop home. The laptop only had academic stuff on it for the most part; my bookmark list of foot sites was on my Mac at school. Obviously I didn't want my parents to pick up on my recreational browsing. So I installed a copy of Opera on a Zip Disk, which I'd put into the family Mac on my visits home. I'd browse using the foreign browser on the Zip Disk, then take the disk with me when I left. I wasn't worried about them snooping for anything; I was worried about them accidentally stumbling upon something (as my mom once found my nested invisible folder hierarchy containing some foot fiction), and this covered my tracks quite well. I guess that's the modern equivalent of hiding your porn in a box in the woods.

[Feeture Feature]

Footsiefreak, I never lie down on the floor in a theater. I just slide my hand down the seat cushion of the seat beside me and reach through under the seat back, sometimes touching the floor, other times going along the bottom of the seat back. You never know exactly where you will encounter a foot. One of the best was on a very hot holiday in Australia. I was in a theater that was very sparsely attended. After the movie started a woman came in and took the seat behind and to the left of me. I reached down and touched what seemed to be the front of a clog. Her foot was hot in stockings as I found out soon after because it was a shoeless foot I was touching along the bottom of the seat back. It was a double feature and at the intermission between movies I wanted so bad to look down at the seat beside me as I knew she had her foot against the seat cushion but I never did. After the intermission I put my had down again to touch her foot. One time when I was maneuvering my hand around against the seat cushion she suddenly stuck the foot front and I had toes in the palm of my hand. About 10 minutes before the movie ended she slid the toes across my palm as she uncrossed her leg and I never got to see her face.

When I was younger and not so stiff or fat I used to be able to lean front and slide a hand behind me to play with feet in the seat directly behind me. But now I can only do it in seats beside me and it depends on theater construction if there is much room below the seat backs or if the rows are close enough together to experience anything. Theaters used to have seats where the cushion and seat back would slide front and the people behind would use a bar that was then exposed as a footrest. These were my favorites for shoeplay.

Just last night (unusually warm for this time of year) I went to see Brooklyn at the theater near home. This theater has usually been very poorly attended when I go as it shows what AARP calls movies for grown-ups and foreign films. The audience is usually ancient. But since this is a woman's movie it brought a big crowd (the theatre is actually small and the rows are very close and built steep so you can see over the person in front of you better than in most theatres. I was not sure if many people would go on Black Friday. But turnout was good and quite mixed. Despite the 60-degree weather there were no flip-flops (I have seen them when temperature is in 40s), otherwise shoes of all types. I ended up in front of a couple in their 50s or 60s and the woman had on leather sneakers. I reached down and explored the toes and front of one shoe she had extended quite far under the seat back. She rocked her foot up and down and one time caught my finger under her sole and put a lot of weight down. Since I discovered that theatre about a year ago I have felt all kinds of boots and shoes. Once the woman behind me had Biblical-type ugly sandals on (otherwise quite nicely dressed and good looking) and when I reached down I felt the empty fronts of the sandals. I even slid them around a little. Later she had one foot, back in the sandal, extended against the seat cushion and I touched her big toe and toenail. Another time with another woman I encountered a shoe sole when I was pushing my hand along the seat back. Trying to explore I touched bare toes as the woman had open-toed flats on. Once I was not having any luck and the woman behind me at that time suddenly slid her foot front and when she pulled back, the foot came up and I felt her very soft sock over her instep. I often rest my arm on the seat cushion next to me so I can feel if it suddenly moves from the pressure of a foot in the back. A woman in flip-flops was seated 2 seats away from and behind me but I felt the seat cushion get kicked. I stretched my hand to the far edge of the cushion and actually felt the side of her bare foot.

I have also been disappointed often when I thought I had the perfect position, failing to feel the shoes or feet of women in high heels when I was sure they would stretch their feet front or slip off the shoes.

[Tomi]

PLaying footsie with a nyloned foot of a middle aged latina woman beside me in an aeroplane returning back from South America. The lights were off at the evening and she removed her ankle boots. So I just gave a try! She didn't make any unconvenient move, but put slightly away her foot. My foot however followed hers in a short time

[scolear]

This is the most recent thing I've done...

There's a glamour model I know who offers private sessions etc.

I arranged to meet with her in a bar just after it opened so there wouldn't be many people around.

In the roleplay we were meant to be complete strangers. She would arrive, order a drink, walk over to my table and ask if the seat opposite me was taken and then she'd sit down.

She then start reading a newspaper and without saying another word to me or making eye contact she'd take her shoe off and give me a footjob under table while reading the newspaper.

As soon as I'd cum she'd get up and walk out without saying a word.

It was a fantastic thrill!

I didn't think she'd agree to the roleplay but thankfully she did!!

[Feeture Feature]

About 30 or 35 years ago I was sitting in a library at a carrel at a college near where my mother lived. I had long graduated myself but I continued to hang around libraries, even when on vacation, as at this time. A student in well-worn high heels, not very dressy, claimed the carrel behind me and kicked her shoes off her bare feet so the shoes were right behind my chair. Then she got up and wandered off barefoot. I went ahead and picked up a shoe and licked the unlined inner side inside the shoe. It tasted neither good nor bad, just like leather. I quickly put the shoe down and she soon returned and put the shoes back on and left. I always wondered whether the shoe felt wet to her.

[Footsiefreak]

Just wanted to tip my hat for all these open and honest posts we need more of it on this forum.

I remember when I was younger I had no fear in following women all around the stores or whatever to watch them dip. But I did get busted and realized that stores had security cameras so I was way more cautious. I shared this story before but here it is again.

She was in her 30s and very petite wasn't sure if she was Italian or Latina but whatever SHE WAS A MASTER SHOEPLAYER!!!I would watch her for 30 minutes leave the store and come back for more.She always wore those one inch heels and she never could keep them on. So on the weekends no one noticed me because it was so busy. But I went on a weekday and was hiding behind an aisle to watch her. But I didn't know someone was watching me. The security guy came down and kneeled right beside me and said "I m wondering what you were looking at?" So he left but I still stayed and then he came back again and said "you are looking at that lady aren't you?" and just quietly left.My dumb ass came back two days later and guess who was sitting there with his arms folded? So I left and realized ...NO MORE DEPARTMENT STORES!!!