WARM FOOT STORY SPECIAL
Michael felt nervous as he managed to bring the young female cat, Angelina Still, into his home. He's been building a friendly relationship with her, but Michael didn't want to be friends, he wanted more as for her to be his girlfriend. Some nights, he would fantasize in bed if they were in a relationship. He would tell her how much her loves her everyday, and thinking of a evergrowing list of all the things he would love about her: I love the way you kiss, giggle, smile, etc. One thing that drove him crazy were her feet, he had a foot fetish, and she had gorgeous feet.
She was more of a shoe girl, so she never really displayed her feet, only about twice. Michael wished she could wear sandals more often, just a bare look at her toes would be enough. But now, his goddess was sitting on his couch, looking beautiful as always. Then a idea came to his head.
"Hey Angelina", she turned her head to him with a little smile, "Yeah, what's up?".
"You wanna play a little bet?", Michael felt nervous asking such a random question.
She was all ears and played along, "Sure, what's the game and stakes?" That one got Michael, he thought hard of anything he was really bad at,
"How about Quess?" Angelina seemed really confused, "Quess?".
"Its just a chess version mod of a game I play called Quake." Angelina smiled, "Okay, I'm pretty good at chess." Michael went ahead to connect his laptop to his computer server so they could play on a local network.
"So uh, what does the winner get?" Michael was struck with fear as she finally said those words, he hoped what he was gonna say wasn't gonna freak Angelina out.
"Uh, uhh, the loser has to lick and sniff the winner's feet as ultimate humiliation." Her face paused, thinking about what Michael said, he was very anxious to hear her say something.
"Okay then, pretty high stakes I guess, wait, I get it! It's just like in Quake III where the announcer guy says HUMILIATION." Angelina said it in a funny way as imitating the actual announcer.
"Wow this girl play's Q3A? I love this girl..." Michael whispered
Afterwards, off they were at playing. Through out the whole game, Angelina kicked Michael's ass. For once, Michael was actually happy that he was losing at something. After the whole session, Angelina was left as the victor.
"Okay, a bets a bet, and I lost, so..." Michael acted like he was all sad, but in fact, he's been more excited than he's ever been.
"Okay, let's do this" Angie said while she sat on the computer chair and Michael got up to knees. He untied each of her skater sneakers and slipped off the right one, then the left. What was left were soft white socks, where you could see her toes under the transparent threads. They smelled quite nice for Michael, she has to be putting baby powder in her shoes daily, he thought. He stripped her feet of her socks which revealed beautiful, soft toes. Also with that were delicate soles and uncolored toe nails that shined from it's gloss.
"Well, get going!"
Angelina smirked as Michael willingly dunked his face to her feet. He sniffed each delicious smell in between her toes. Her feet the most pleasant scent Michael has ever smelled in his life, He wished it could be a fragrance, but that would be weird. As he got himself
ready for the licking, he saw little bits of sock cotton. So he decided to lick them off, he spit them out though afterwards. Angelina chuckled while Michael ran his tongue up her soft soles. Michael met his eyes to hers while saying, "This feeling good for you? I could do more if you want."
Angelina rest her back against the chair and blew out some air.
"Well, if it isn't much a bother, you could massage my aching feet, y'know since you're already down there."
"Sure, it would be my pleasure."
And it sure was for Michael! He pressed each of his thumbs into the skin of her soles, letting his touch relax each tense pressure point on her feet.
"Oh yes, Michael, that feels so good, where did you learn to massage like that?"
Michael looked at her again, giving her the response, "Oh you know, my Mom always has me to massage her feet everyday."
Angelina's face changed to a concerned look, "Wow, that should suck." "Yeah..." Michael pleaded, but he liked it though, his Mom's feet were pretty, but he felt different to Angelina's, it was a sexual feeling. He never felt that way to his Mom, that would feel wrong. Michael was in joy that he was able to make Angelina feel like a Queen, but he had may plans for her to feel like a goddess. She was receiving the best foot rub she'd ever felt. Michael pressed hard on her soles so it would spread her toes. He shoved them into his mouth and licked all over those little appendages. After what felt like a good hour, Angelina decided to call it quits.
"Um, Michael? Hate to end this little party, but I feel quite finished." Michael hated to hear it, but he understood, at least he had a hour to love her feet. He got and sat on his bed as he watched his dream girl put her socks and shoes back on. Michael felt quite down with his little sad face. Angelina noticed the look and sat right next to him, "Mikey, what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, just thinking..." She paused and looked straight at him,
"What is it?"
"Oh just a suggestion, you should wear sandals more often, I don't know, you look pretty in those." Angelina giggled as she leaned
to him, "Oh I see..."
She smiled and placed her hand on his, which made Michael blush.
"You're a foot guy huh? Well, can't blame you, I do have pretty nice feet. I guess I could wear flip-flops so' more so I can show my nice feet to a nice guy."
Michael was confused that this went along so easily, "So you don't think I'm weird?"
"'Course not, you are a really nice guy and a good friend, I'm glad Mikiki introduced me to you."
"Gee, that's good to hear, Say, wanna go to the Galleria so I can help you pick up a nice pair of sandals for you?"
Angelina tied her shoes back on to face Michael again, "Ok Mikey, sounds nice, then maybe we could grab a bite to eat? I could eat a brahmin!"
"Sure, sure, but one thing, can I call you Angie, since you are giving me the little pet name everyone gives me."
"No problem, come on, lets go, I'm starving." They both got off the bed and to the door.
Michael looked at Angie again, "Hey Angie, I know this one Mexican place that my Mom and I go to eat..." The door locked and they drove on their way in the night.
