Well, I consider myself a normal man, who enjoys good physical health and who likes normal entertainment like everyone e

Well, I consider myself a normal man, who enjoys good physical health and who likes normal entertainment like everyone else. I like be with my loved ones, but there is something that makes me lose control and makes me crazy... I must admit that women's feet turn me on a lot. that excitement has cost me some embarrassing moments when going swimming, or things like that. And if we add to that... touching and tickling them It's the climax of everything, imagine how I felt when what I'm going to tell you happened. count... One day I went out of the house and found that there was no no one from my family. Since I didn't have a key, I decided to wait outside, sitting on the bench and under the hot sun. About 30 minutes would have passed, my patience ran out. I was drinking and suddenly I saw a girl of about 20 years old passing by, modest in appearance, brunette, light brown hair, wearing tight pants and sneakers sports. The strangest thing about the scene is that he momentarily turned towards me, (I thought he had seen me as a criminal, because although I try to be formal, that day I was wearing ripped jeans, boots, a black t-shirt and long hair) and I noticed a strange look in his eyes, in addition to the fact that he was wearing an apron, like the one they use the chachas. Overall, I didn't give it much importance, since it's most likely that I wasn't going to see her again. But after a while, she passed by again and not only He didn't look again, but he gave me a soda. I was speechless, the heat It had made me very thirsty, and the fact that she had given it to me made it even more shocking. "Here," he said. "I hope it improves your mood." -g..g..thank you.- I answered with a small voice. -How do you are you calling? -Ana- he answered -well, see you- "But wait!" I told him. -Where do you live?- -Wow, very far from here, and where do you live?- "Here," I answered. -My goodness, what a shame! Do you mean that you are the boy who lives in this house? - She asked alarmed. -Yes, but don't worry. I appreciate your gesture, and I would like talk to you.- -It would be good, but I have to go back to work.- It turns out that this girl works in a little store that is about steps from my house, and he had only gone out to buy something, he saw me and thought about brighten my day by giving me a soft drink. We said goodbye informally and, I must admit, I felt tenderness towards her, in a little while my family arrived. I took a shower, and pretended to go to buy something at the store. While there we talked more, we got to know each other better and I found out that she lived alone and I noticed sadness in her eyes. That caused The tenderness he felt towards her grew. But this is not a novel, here the good thing begins... I calculated the time I was leaving work, and pretended to pass by new out there. She didn't have any friends yet, so I invited myself over. accompany her home. It wasn't as far as she said, about 30 minutes. walking, but the talk made it seem like seconds. She thanked me for accompany her, she told me that she felt a little lonely, and invited me to come into her room. home. Once inside, she sat on her bed (she rented a modest but comfortable) and I noticed the whole way that he was limping slightly. Ana unbuttoned her tennis as if his foot hurt, and I was neither slow nor lazy to ask him: -Does something bother you?- -Yes, yesterday I played all day on the court, and I think I stepped crooked, because I haven't been able to step properly all day.- I, very gentlemanly, finished loosening his 6 ½ shoe and I took it out. She seemed to get excited. -No! What a shame! You better not take it away from me, because frankly yesterday I didn't bathe and my foot has a very strong smell, even my parents kicked me out of their room. fourth when I took off my shoes! There he began his sentence, I wouldn't have said that! I, with a voice sweet I let him not worry, I just wanted to check his little foot. I slowly took off her sock, but my heart was beating with titanic force. Could smell a delicious, feminine aroma, her sock was wet and had some spots on the sole, caused by the friction of the foot with sweat and its tennis. Her foot was really beautiful. Cinnamon skin with nails like almonds, A moist touch and peachy plants, without wrinkles, delicious, and with that perfect aroma, a privileged gift that only a fetishist can appreciate and enjoy. Carefully I took him in my hands, approached him and I moved a little. -With a massage you will feel better, girl.- -Yes, it would be fine... if you don't fall asleep first because of the smell, ha, ha- His laugh turned a switch on me, because I was wondering completely if by chance he would tickle that precious jewel of his... "Are you ticklish?" I asked him while I caressed his plant, which immediately convulsed. -Yes, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm very ticklish! -he responded with a delicious laugh -don't continue, because I laugh very badly!- Not at all my love, her laugh was sweet, and the best of all is that... he did not resist, he moved his foot quickly and covered his eyes, his face, and his lips but he couldn't stop laughing, as if he really enjoyed the little tickles that my fingers made him. We lasted several minutes like that, she laughed more, and her foot began to sweat, impregnating my fingers with that exquisite nectar that I wanted to drink, the room was filled with that aroma and I scratched more quickly its sole, in its arch, its heels and its most ticklish part: under his fingers. After a while, I finished the torment, a little embarrassed, and very red, because I noticed that she was also blushing, apparently because of the laughter She caught her breath, and told me "how naughty you are" -Don't tickling bother you?- -No. Before my sister used to tickle me before going to sleep, But since I already live alone, that doesn't happen. I even feel rich. Glory! I, already confident, reached for his other foot (the left) and I took her other tennis shoe, she laughed, but she didn't put it on either. endurance. I took off her shoes and began to gently walk my finger along her arch... -Cuchi, cuchi... do you also have ticklish feet on this foot?- -Yes! Hee, hee, hee, Not anymore, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I'm going to urinate! His left foot was even more ticklish, and smelled more, because At that point she was already sweating from the excitement that my actions were causing her. tickling He even threw himself completely on his bed, laughing and convulsing, and I hugged both feet, and tickled them, while I inhaled that aroma heavenly that is still in my memory... My climax would have been to lick her soles (that's my favorite technique for tickling feet) but In a way, I had just met her. She laughed, she rolled around laughing and I I continued the tickling saying "cuchi, cuchi, cuchi, which foot has the biggest ticklish? The little game lasted several hours. My hands smelled of his feet, She was exhausted and put on some huaraches. It was already late at night and I had to back to my house, so I said goodbye to her, we shook hands and He accompanied me for a stretch. I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug, as if we were we knew for years. We agreed to meet again, and so it was. I was able to enjoy the scent of his feet and his laughter once more, but then she gave up the little shop and went to live somewhere else, without saying goodbye to me (she, like I hate goodbyes). There have been several times that I have been left out of my home, sitting, let's see if... I don't know, she passes by again and we can have a good time like only we liked it. Ana is a code name I used for this story. If "you" are reading this, don't hesitate to look for me again, okay?