howdyboy
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Hey, I recently gave a foot rub. My sister had a few friends over and we were all hanging out. It was 2 a.m. Soon my sister fell asleep, then one of her friends. The other friend (who will remain nameless) and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. We were joking around, she bit me playfully so as revenge I reached under her covers and started tickling her feet, she laughed!!! I decided to make it interesting, I told her to last for 20 seconds on her feet each. She agreed. So for the next 40 seconds, I tickled this pretty girls feet, trying to be silent and not wake up my sister and friend. An hour later, we were watching more tv, when suddenly she puts her feet on my lap.
I reach for them as she gets scared, thinking I'll tickle them. But I tell her I won't, and instead I slowly begin massaging her feet. She just laid back and let it happen. For the next two hours I would make my hands touch those feet all over... and I was in paradise: having those dainty size 8's in my hands (I wanted so much to put them in my mouth). She would moan that it felt so good. Eventually, I asked if my fingers smell, she said no. She said she's been working all day with her parents so her actually feet may stink. With that, I leaned in and sniffed her feet. She laughed at this display, I told her not to think of me as a freak. She just sighed and said, "It's all good."
Soon we were back to massaging, she just sat there talking to me about stuff while I was secretly having the time of my life rubbing her soles and toes. It was past 5 a.m. I needed to go to bed, but I so wanted this to never end. I gave her feet some last good rubs as I secretly got my face as close as possible to feel the heat and smell the odor from those cute, dainty feet. I told her I was done and she sighed. She was tired, too. But I had to ask, "How was I?" she smiled, "Probably a 9/10." "Really?" I asked. She said definitely. Well, with that said, I didn't want another opportunity to pass up, so I told her that if she ever needed a foot massage when she comes over, just let me know. She responded, "I will. Especially when your sister and parents are asleep."
I told her good night. And headed to bed... I never wanted to wash my hands again.
I reach for them as she gets scared, thinking I'll tickle them. But I tell her I won't, and instead I slowly begin massaging her feet. She just laid back and let it happen. For the next two hours I would make my hands touch those feet all over... and I was in paradise: having those dainty size 8's in my hands (I wanted so much to put them in my mouth). She would moan that it felt so good. Eventually, I asked if my fingers smell, she said no. She said she's been working all day with her parents so her actually feet may stink. With that, I leaned in and sniffed her feet. She laughed at this display, I told her not to think of me as a freak. She just sighed and said, "It's all good."
Soon we were back to massaging, she just sat there talking to me about stuff while I was secretly having the time of my life rubbing her soles and toes. It was past 5 a.m. I needed to go to bed, but I so wanted this to never end. I gave her feet some last good rubs as I secretly got my face as close as possible to feel the heat and smell the odor from those cute, dainty feet. I told her I was done and she sighed. She was tired, too. But I had to ask, "How was I?" she smiled, "Probably a 9/10." "Really?" I asked. She said definitely. Well, with that said, I didn't want another opportunity to pass up, so I told her that if she ever needed a foot massage when she comes over, just let me know. She responded, "I will. Especially when your sister and parents are asleep."
I told her good night. And headed to bed... I never wanted to wash my hands again.
