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« Reply #4 on: August 31, 2009, 02:33:48 AM » |
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One of my earliest foot experiences was in 1st grade. I had known I liked feet for as long as I could remember at that point. I even remember going to the store with my mom when I was as young as 4 years old and feeling a strange tingly down there. Anyway, it was probably sometime mid year, around spring. It had to be because all my favorite teachers were in sandals. I went to a Catholic school, so there was nothing too revealing, but there was one teacher, Ms. Hillman, and she was beautiful. Looking back on it, she had to be of mixed ethnicity because I remember her hair was like that of a Black woman but it was sandy brown, and she was very light-skinned, but she didn't look black, but I digress. On that particular day, she wore some kind of low heel sandal that revealed her toes. She was the first woman I'd ever seen a French Pedicure on, and I had never seen toenails as long as hers. They weren't like claws but the protruded slightly over her toes, which was new to me because my mother made sure everyone in the house cut the nails every week. I think that was also the very first time I realized that I had an erection. Of course I didn't know what it was, but all I knew was that I wanted to put her foot on it. I didn't really understand why, and I was even disgusted by the thought, but nevertheless, I still wanted to press her foot on my "monkey" as my parents called it. At the time she wasn't my teacher. She was a substitute, but two years she was the third grade teacher.
Skipping forward to my next major experience, I was in 5th grade, 9 years old at the time if I recall. Once again, the instigator was Ms. Hillman, now Mrs. Ackworth. On this occasion, we were at lunch and we were seated by grades, with the teacher sitting at the end of every class. The 4th grade teacher, Ms. Jackson, was an attractive Black woman, with nice feet, but I wasn't drawn to them as much as some of the other female teachers, mostly because she always had on red nail polish, which WAS one of my least favorites. Moving on, Mrs. Ackworth ans Ms. Jackson were always chatting it up so, going against the norn, which was to sit as far away as possible from the teacher, I sat behind the two. My thinking was that if I sat down behind the two, then I could peek over my shoulder and steal glimpses of them slipping their soles in and out of their sandals (school had just started and it was still quite mild out). And it worked for the most part. I was supposed to continue the voyeur routine with Ms. Jackson's feet at recess, which was right after lunch, but I guffed up. The signal to the kids that lunch was over and to be quiet for garce was the ringing aof a handheld bell. If anyone is sitll talking after the bell rings, we stay inside for the whole 35 mins of recess. I certainly never wanted that, especially because I thought that I would have to stay in the Principle's office, full of strict nuns. But, alas, when the bell rang, I was enthralled with some stupid conversation i don't care to remember, so I had to stay in and my parents would be called tonight. I though at that moment life could only get worse. As the las of the kids filed out of the lunchroom outside for recess, to my shock, Ms. Hillman (I'll just call her Ms. Hillman) stayed inside and took me and two other kids upstairs to her classroom. At that point I had massive butterflies in my stomach because I had noticed that she was gone from lunch today and that she was now wearing sandal when earlier she was wearing heeled-loafers (my favorite shoe because of what happened that day). When we arrived at her classroom the wo other, older kids, who were apparently buddies, rushed to the back of the classroom. I mostly out of being a teacher's pet sat right next to her desk. She came in and said that she would be back in 5 minutes or something to that effect and when she walked out the door, the two classic Jersey Guidos started talking shop, and I just sat there looking around, kind of pissed because I wanted to stare at Ms. Hillman's sandalled feet and imagine them doing nasty things to me. Then, in anticipation I guess, I looked down and saw her black heeled loafers just laying there. I turned around to see what the wise guys behind me were up to and they seemed busy. So i just kind of casually picked up her shoes that she was wearing earlier. I wasn't into shoes at that time, just feet so I wasn't aroused by having her worn shoes in my hand, but just curious. I looked on the inside and saw that her insoles were pretty thinned out. The next thing I did was bring her shoe to my nose to smell it, just playfully. Like I said I wasn't into the whole foot sniffing thing until about that moment. When I did sniff her shoe it threw me off guard because I wasn't expecting such a pretty lady to have such stinky feet. Because I'm not the kinda guy that feel s comfortable comparing the smell of feet to snack foods and dairy products, I can best describe the smell as a string smell of foot sweat mixed with leather and some kind of lotion. I was put off at first by the smell and set her shoes back down. She came in about two minutes after that. She sat down and started grading some papers for the twenty or so minutes, while of course fidgeting with her feet in and out of her newly dawned sandals.I was enjoying the show thoroughly when she got up and left the room. Recess was just about over so I guess she was going to get her class. When she left she waved to the two guys and me and left. I guess that meant go wait at our own classrooms. So when the other two got up to leave, I waited for obvious reasons, such as the tent I was pitching from watching the feet of my dream for anearly half an hour straight. The funny thing was that the whole time, I was thinking about those smelly shoes. So when the other guys were finally gone, I scooped up one shoe and just sniffed. I also took a peek at the size because the shoe looked and felt bigger than some of the other female teachers' feet, and vice versa. I knew how to find men's shoe size and I though women's was the same. It wasn't where I'd expect to be shoe I didn't really realize her size until later. I saw a golden "10" on the sole of the shoe and passed it off as nothing. I thought to myself that this is probably as close as I'll get to her feet, so I stuck her shoe down my underpants and fidgeted my way into her shoe. All the while I'm scared that someone will come in so I head to the cloakroom that is always closed but not locked during the day. With one shoe down my pants and with the other to my nose I just begin to sniff slowly and quietly while just pressing the insole area of Ms. Hillman's shoe against my little boy-cock, not really knowing what to expect from doing so. I keep pressing and a pressing and sniffing and sniffing until finally i feel like i have to pee, then all of a sudden I feet this rising and intensifying tingly sensation only in my cock. The tingly sensation just kept throbbing and throbbing stronger to the point where I was scared that I did something wrong sand that something bad and probably irreversible was happening. I was actually a bout to scream for help when I felt myself "pee" a little in to Ms. Hilliman's shoe. I was embarrassed because I though I that I peed into my teachers shoe because I was so scared. When I took the shoe out of my pants, the inside ha a little white stuff in it. At first I thought that it was glue then I remembered I "peed" into the shoe, so I figured that that was the pee I cleaned it up quickly and put the shoes back and sat down where I was before. My little shenanigan only lasted about thirty seconds to a minute. After about five more minutes or so, I hear the same hand bell ring, meaning recess is over, and for all the teachers to take their classes back to their classrooms.
I never did anything lke that again with Ms. Hillman, or any teacher for that matter after that. But after that, my fetish for big stinky feet and shoes was awakened and I indulged in my realtor mother's size 8's and my athletic older sister's lovely size 10's a lot after that.
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