First Experience

[hiker]

This topic has always been intriguing to me; the first experience you've had with this fetish of ours.... feet.

It's the one that brings a smile to your face. The one that gave you you're first taste. The one that was the culmination of years of waiting. The first one...

Mine was in high school at the age of 15. My girlfiend and I along with a couple of our friends, went out to dinner at Gibson's (Chicago). But before I go on, you must know about this girlfriend at the time.

Cheryl was... very open minded. The type of girl you could talk to about anything, without the fear of being judged. She was very understanding and would listen deeply when you spoke. She was always very uninhibited when it came to sex. That's not to say she was "easy", in fact she was far from it. She had to have feelings for you before you got anywhere. But when she did, it was amazing. Also, I must add that at this point she didn't know about my fetish.

Anyway, after dinner Cheryl and I were dropped off at her place. We ended up on the couch watching TV. She was wearing a red sweater with white hearts, black pants with white pin stripes, and black loafers (it's funny how you can remember such details). Under the black loafers were thin black socks that were are a bit thicker than nylons, yet thinner than regular socks. The were also ribbed with black seams.

We sat on each end of the couch and she kicked of her shoes and layed back while placing her feet on my lap. I remember thinking of a way to position myself so that her feet would rest with her soles right on my crotch. She was laying on her side with her soles facing my stomach, and I was too shy to try anything . I figured that if I got up for some reason, she might roll over onto her back which would give me a better opportunity for little "hiker" to meet her feet. I excused myself to the bathroom and remember praying that when I returned she would be on her back laying on the couch. When I walked out I thought I hit the lottery... she was positioned just as I had hoped.

Please keep in mind that I was only 15 at the time and very shy about this.

I walked over to the couch and she lifted her legs so that I could sit, but I proceeded to sit half laying down, with one foot on the ground and the other on the couch. She put her feet down, between my legs and onto my stomach. I put my hands on her feet and caressed them. Her heels were almost right on top of the little one, or big one at this point. We layed there for a while as I tried to think of a way to get her feet to slide down a few inches. During a commerical break she looked at me and smiled with a sexy little wink and her foot moved over my crotched and gave it a little rub (talk about heaven!). Needless to say I was already primed and she immediately noticed it. She gave me this look that I'll never forget... it was a surprised look that quickly turned mischievous. She said something to the effect of how excited I was and I just shrugged. She asked if I liked her feet and I just froze... like a deer in headlights (I already mentioned that I was only 15).

She removed her feet from my lap and asked me again. This time she had this coy little look on her face and I must have turned 18 shades of red. I muttered something and she put her feet back on my crotch and began to rub asking why I never mentioned it before.

This proceeded to my first footjob. She wanted to take her socks off but I asked her to leave them on as bare feet don't do much for me.

I'll never forget the feeling of this first pair of feet on my crotch. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever had. That's not to say that it still isn't amazing, but the first was somehow more intense. It was almost like... like, magic.

Believe me when I say that this wasn't easy to write. I've always been the one that kept intimate relations to myself, even when all my buddies would brag (90% of which was probably bullshit).

Anyway, I thought that we might be able to relive our firsts...

[Dead Parrot]

Wow. That was an outstanding post Hiker. Whatever happened to Cheryl?

I will work on writing my first, I'm going to have to tweak it a bit to account for our ages, and post it here in the next day or two.

Thanks for the true confession Hiker, this is a topic that should generate a lot of memories for all of us.

DP

[Mike195]

Yea.. great post hiker, this actually inspired me to post my first...

Well, here's the thing, I believed I was never very popular with the ladies, u know.. not cute enough, or not enough muscle, that kind of thing, but then I met her, the girl of my dreams, u see not only were we deeply in love, we told each other our personal secrets, so I told her my fetish.. At first, she thought it was a little wierd, but she said she would adapt. Now a couple weeks after we start going out, she's been playing footsie with me and stuff.. which is wonderful.. but nuttin too big, like, sock touching ankle, or lower leg stuff.. Don't get me wrong, lol.. i was harder than Chinese Algebra. Anyway, one day we were at my house, in my room, and I juss start giving her a foot massage, and kissing her feet, (she had gorgeous feet, a little tan, about a size 6 or 7, and nice toes) and I decide to sit across from her on my bed, while we have covers over us.. now here's where the fun comes in, she moves one of her feet close to my dick and touches it, it's a giant at this point and she knows it, so she starts rubbing my cock through my pants, and I was in desprate need of skin to skin contact. So, I unbutton my pants and let it out, as she moves it between her big and second toe and rubs it slowly, but almost a little too hard..(first time she's did this with her feet), I started to lose it a little, and she could tell, so we decided to stop, because my parents were close by, lol.. I was left with a raging hard on, but it was amazing..

[hiker]

Whatever happened to Cheryl?

Cheryl and I were on again/off again over the next couple years. Typical high school relationship. We did get serious again about the time I left for college, but it didn't last as college had too much to offer in terms of women.

I broke her heart during the college years and we never really spoke again. I did see her at a bar right after I graduated and we exchanged looks, then I never did see her again. Looking back I should have approached her and apologized, but I wasn't mature enough at that point.

It's too bad. She was definately a keeper (very intelligent and beautiful), but what did I know at the ripe old age of 18? Live and learn I guess...

[bigfoot]

Hoyt, Hot, Hot!!!!!

[Dead Parrot]

My first was a first in every sense of the word.

I'm going to be much more vague here than I'd like because of the age difference. Needless to say I was young and she was much older (let me hasten to add that she couldn't have been much more than 20 years old).

It took place in a public library in a study section with partitioned desks. I noticed her because of her outfit: a dark blouse with brown skirt, suntan nylons and matching slingbacks with a "wedge" type heel.
She was a brunette, shoulder length hair, and at the time I thought, very pretty.

She was engrossed in her books, and was absentmidedly moving her feet around undeneath the desk. I was sitting on a stool amidst the bookshelves opposite her desk, just watching as her shoes came closer and closer to dropping off of her feet. I was getting more aroused by the moment looking at her.

Eventually she began to drag her heels back towards her across the carpet. This caused one of her slingback straps to slip off of the back of her heel. Her stockinged heel was on the floor, outside of the shoe, and she was wiggling her toes to make the slingback move.

My heart was in my throat, and I decided to move over to her desk and sit down opposite her. The partitions separated it from where I was sitting, along with the other four study areas. She couldn't see me and was too close to the desk to look underneath.

I sat way back in the seat and put my legs out so that they were closer to her feet. I was hard as a rock and too caught up in the moment to consider if someone saw me sitting there staring.

Then the girl moved in her seat and crossed her legs. She didn't bother to replace her slingback full on her foot, so the dangling shoe was...you guessed it, touching my ankle.

I was near to hyperventilating at that point, but when she shook her foot to make the slingback fall off, her shoe and her arch were against my ankle.

That was it, I came in my pants. No shit.

I was too shocked and inexperienced to realize what had just happened, but I eventually figured it out. If she'd felt anything she just ignored it, and I'm sure had no idea what she'd done to me.

I went and cleaned up in the bathroom before going home. I also got rid of the tidy whities I was wearing because I was afraid if they got into the laundry.

I never saw the girl again.

It still amazes me.

DP

[bigfoot]

That was a real HOT story, I even came in my boxers! DP, did the girl resemble any type of celeberity? Thanks!

[wsrfr]

DP, that was a great story...I have tried to do the same thing on many occasions. Almost nothing turns me on more than a lady unknowingly letting her foot/shoe touch my foot/leg. I have had a few experiences where the lady was dangling her pump and I positioned my shoes so that when she swung her pump a little bit it would hit my foot. Sometimes they realize they are hitting your foot and sometimes they don't. That is why I wear hard leather boots a lot of the time. That way somtimes they assume it is the foot of the desk or table.

[bigfoot]

[Weekend_Warrior]

Arright, this post will have 2 parts. One childhood experience and one 18+. Everything I tell you know is 100% true.

Part 1. The great days of junior school

I never quite understood when or how I got foot fetish. Heck, i don't think I even knew what it meant until much later.

I was born in a little town of Odessa, Ukraine in 1986 and lived there for 15 years until moving to Canada in November of 2002, where I am now presently.

I was taking active interest in feet I started in kindergarten. The kindegarten was combined so up until the age of 6-7 you were there and then you were off to 1st Grade of school.

Now in Kindergarten I was quite popular with girls, if that meant anything at that age. I had 2 favorites. One was this quiet little girl who obviously had an interest in me. She would always wear the pantyhose, you know, the ones children wear, sort of brownish color. When we had free time, I would just come up to her, sit right in front her and she would put her feet on my shoulders, and I didn't even ask her. As far as I can remember, that was as far as I went back then. My second favorite was this girl from somewhere in the southern part of Soviet Union. She had the prettiest feet and she was quite taller. When it was bed time, and we had combined sleeping room, like boys and girls were together, and we had 2-tier beds, she was on the bed adjacent to mine. All beds were in a row, so my head was right near her feet. Every day I would lay on my stomach and stare at her feet that would stick out from the blanket cause she was longer. No wonder I never got any sleep.

Now, during the same age, when I was 7, I was usually going to my grandma's hometown Torzhok, Russia and I would spend about a month there. During that time, my grandma would always take me to all her friends who had children about my age.

Our neighbours in aparment one floor above ours had this cute girl, age 7-8, can't quite remember exactly. Since apartments were so close, I would always go to her, or she'd come to me and we'd play like regular children. Now remember that I never quite understood why I was attracted to feet, so all I did was natural without any sexual context. Anyways, I would sometimes ask her to put her pair of feet on my chest. So, it would look like this, I would lay down on a couch, she would get on the couch too, and lie down in a way that her pair of feet would be right on my chest and her small feet were right in my face. And we would just lie like that for awhile, without me knowing what to do next or understanding why was I doing that. Then we would just go back to playing. N

Now that I go back to it, I'm amazed how open minded children are at that age, I mean, she always agreed to that, no questions asked.

Interetingly enough, when I was about 15, I went back to that town once again, and we were both so shy we couldn't even talk and I don't think we'll ever repeat what we were doing back when we were 8.

That's not all. In my first and second grades, I was also quite active with feet. As far as I can remember, I had 2 foot partners in that school. As I can remember, the only thing i did was go up to her and say, hey, I like to kiss feet, would you like to try, or something like that. Anyways, whatever I said, worked, because one of the girls would take off her shoes under the desk (there was a strange rule in our school that boys only could sit with other girls, not boys, to prevent talking). So she would take off her shoes, I would go under the desk and kiss her feet for quite a long time. I can still remember the sight and the smell. Once I even got a detention for not paying attention, and I have my old timetable to prove it. Ahh. I've been doing it quite often with that girl, well, I guess almost every day for 2 years. Those were the days. I'm amazed how easy she allowed me to do so.

My 2nd partner was this quiet shy girl who just happened to me in the same class as I was and she also lived right across the street from me (in soviet union, you had to go to the nearest school in your area). She was the foot fetish dream girl. I would come over to her place and ask her to kiss her feet. Only kiss, and I didn't know why I was doing that. We would agree on number of kisses, usually it was 100 - 200, and she would sit down on her bed, i would kneel down and kiss her feet in red socks and she would count every kiss until we reached the agreed number. We would also do it in school, we would run on the 7th floor of our school, where there was only one room that no one was ever using and she would take off her shoes and I would kiss her feet for the duration of a break, then once the bell rang, we ran back to class. Or sometimes she would come over to my house, and she would sit down on the chair behind the desk and draw, I would crawl under a chair and kiss her feet which she put on on another, and she was not counting. This was going for as long as I was in that school, then I moved out of the area and changed schools and I never saw her again.

Once I was a little more older, 13 - 15, I never got the courage to ask any girl that. I was satisfied with voyerism, thankfully all the girls in my class were doing lots of dipping and they wore pantyhose more and more and open shoes, because at that age girls mature faster than boys and they develop the desire to be liked. I also realised that liking feet was my problem and I was doing some research on that, and somehow I became very shy and lacked self-esteem in school all the way up until I came to Canada. But, since I was 8-9, I had never kissed another foot ever again. I'm 19 now.

All that was said is 100% true story.

Part II coming soon.

Thank you for reading.

[Weekend_Warrior]

BUMP

[Dead Parrot]

Very good stuff here WW! Are you in contact with any of those girls now?

I'd also be interested in hearing about your life and experiences before you moved to Canada.

Any good photos of your home you can post in the Chit-Chat forum?

Thanks,

DP