The Library
      Submitted on 12/15/05


    This experience happened to me while I was still in college I was about
twenty at the time and I was studying for finals that were coming up. I
really hated finals and I really hated studying but I knew that if I were to
have a chance in passing a few of my classes that I had to do really well on
the finals so I hit the books. I at first tried to study in my dorm room but
kept on getting distracted mainly by Shara laying on her stomach studying
too but she had her feet waving in the air and with that kind of temptation
I couldn't focus. I finally decided that the best place to go for some non
distracted studying was to go to the library on campus. I went there found a
rather secluded area of the library sat down at large wooden table and began
to study. I sat there for an hour flipping through the pages of my book
memorizing this learning more in depth about that until I felt like my head
was going to pound open. So I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes
just allowing myself to relax for a moment so has to clear my head. I bent
my back on my chair so to crack my back and then I decided that it was time
for me to return to my studies, when I opened my eyes though I found that I
was not the only one in that area of the library anymore. I was joined by an
African American man probably two or three years older then myself who was
looking through so books, I thought nothing of it though and put my eyes
back towards my books. As I started to study again I felt as though I was
being watch like I could almost feel eyes looking at me, I raised my head
and looked but I only saw that guy standing there paging through a book. I
just shook it off and went back to work studying on for my finals until I
could feel the eyes on me again except this time instead of directly looking
up I drew less attention to myself and just took a quick glance around to
find the man staring at me. I just smiled to myself thinking nothing of it
again since I am an attractive woman he was just looking me up which if
anything made me feel good about myself. I went back to studying and must
have studied for at least another forty-five minutes when I realized that
the man had been looking at me the entire time. He hadn't moved an inch and
was still staring at me which was kind of starting to freak me out a bit, so
I lifted my head and looked directly up at him which startled him and made
him look away fast. I saw him move away some almost as though he was trying
to hide in the darkness of the library and just blend in with the selves of
books. I felt that would get him off my back and he wouldn't be staring at
me anymore, but it wasn't until a few minutes later that he came back and
was looking again. Now I was really starting to get a little mad and a
little scared thinking he might be some kind of perverted rapist you hear
about. So I took a quick scan of him from the side of my eyes looking him
over and since he didn't look like the type so I dismissed that idea. But
this time when I was looking at him I realized where his were focused on,
they were focused towards the ground. I smiled to myself realizing that this
man was either checking out my legs or had an extreme foot fetish. I was
about to start toying with him when I thought that I should get back to my
studies and decided that if this man was really that intent and was still
looking when I finished then I'd really have some fun with him. I sat there
for a good two hours more in which time the man might left three times in
all that but each time he returned and assumed almost the exact position as
before. I stop and closed my eyes as I feel my head throbbing with a
headache but I decided that help release some stress was I was going to give
this guy more then just a foot show. I start wiggling my foot allowing my
sandals to slip down until my toes are the only things supporting the sandal
from falling off of my foot showing my sexy tan feet completely. I looked
over and saw him starting to try to move so as to hide is now bulging pants
which were tented up like crazy. I start to move my foot around more moving
until I was showing a perfect image of my high arch and sexy lightly tan
soles, I then bend my toes to show my sole wrinkled I can see him starting
to squirm some. I then slip both of my sandals off to reveal my size eight,
tanned, and nicely painted toes a sexy red. I stretch my legs out until my
feet feel the leg of the wooden table and I start to rub my silky soft soles
up and down the leg, by this time I start to hear him breathing. I stop and
spread my toes and place the corner of the leg between my toes and start to
pinch and rub it very strongly going up and down. I take my head from
looking at my books and look up directly at him but he's too engrossed my
feet to even notice that there I was staring at him. He wasn't even trying
to hide himself now as I could see practically a circus tent made of his
pants I smiled to myself since I could still make a man lust for my feet. It
was obvious to me by then that this man was a man with an extreme foot
fetish and not only that but he was desperately attracted to my feet. It was
then that I decided to make my presence known and I cleared my throat rather
loud which caught his attention pretty fast, and when he saw I was looking
at him he turned to quickly leave. But to I said in a low and sexy voice
"stop! Where do you think you're going come back over here." He stopped and
turned around very slowly until he was stand within five feet of me. I then
say to him "now do you really think it's fair for me to give you that show
of my feet with which I can tell you enjoyed very much and not compensate
me?" I pointed towards in bulge with my foot and see him go back to staring
at my foot. I continued "now come over here and show me how much you
appreciate what I did for you." He stood there not knowing what to do until
I said in a more strict voice "come over here now get under the table and kneel
at my feet!" He instantly did so and was under the table, I pulled my seat out
a little further so I could see him kneeling there at my feet waiting for me
to tell him the next thing to do. I take my foot and slowly raise it to just
under his chin and rub it lightly with my big toe seeing the delight he gets
just from that little act. I slowly started to my big toe he automatically
opens his mouth but I say "not yet you just have to wait for the main
course." I could see him filled with disappointment as it showed all over
his face but I just ignore him and brought my toe up to his nose. I then
tell him in a whisper to close his eyes which he does I then spread my toes
and stick his nose directly between my big toe and tell him to take in the
deepest breath he can muster. I can feel as the air flows between my toes, I
see his face light up as the entire aroma of my toes flows through to him
and I can see a slight smile appear on my face. With my other foot I started
to rub my foot up and down his neck and face allowing him to feel the soft
skin of my soles running along his skin. I then bent my toes so my toe nail
was running along his cheek leaving a light line on it, I then brought my
toe to his lips and rubbed them softly. By that time he has his hands on my
foot and was smashing it into his nose as my other foot went along his skin
giving him sensational pleasure every where. I then pulled my foot from his
grip very roughly which left him with a shocked looked on his face but no
sooner had I taken my foot out of his clutch did I shove my foot about half
way down his throat. I heard him give a muffled cry of delight as I allowed
him to suck on and in-between my toes, I could feel it teeth scraping softly
along the top of my foot as he tried to take in almost my entire foot. Which
he almost did until he had to stop within about an inch of getting to my
heel but that didn't stop his enthusiasm as he ran his tongue along the
lines of my sole. I started to play with his tongue rubbing my toes all over
it and pinching it slightly as he started to go crazy. I rubbed his tongue
between each toe making sure any lint or sweat between my toes were
completely gone, I even got him to lick my toenails. Mean while with my
other foot I had let is wander a little further down it was now under his
shirt rubbing up and down his chest which was rather well built. I ran my
foot over the sides which got a little bit of a laugh out of him and I
continued to rub him all over feeling every muscle that was on his chest. I
the decided that my one foot had enough tongue attention and my other one
needed some so I pulled my foot out of his mouth with a suction like pop
noise sounding when it finally came out. I then told him to stick it tongue
out which he did eagerly almost looking like a dog I then removed my foot
from his chest and started to rub my sole all over his tongue paying special
attention to my slight dry heel making sure he got a good taste of it. It
was then that I thought I'd finish him off but he did it for me cause with
hit pants still tented up I only slight pressed down on to his crotch and I
heard him give a moan of pleasure. Now this moan was rather loud so I
thought that it was my time to step out, so I quickly put my sandals on and
walked away leaving him there laying under the table with wet pants, his
shirt half way off, and his tongue out panting like a dog. As I walked away
I saw the librarian going over to investigate the noise. I just smiled and
laughed to myself as I walked out of the library with a good study session
and a good foot worship session.

Well, that's my latest story and I hoped you all enjoyed it. To all of you
who have e-mail me lately I apologize but I'm currently having trouble
reading my mail so I have read none of your e-mails so please don't think of
me as rude for not responding. Until further notice I request that you stop
e-mailing me for now and hopefully I will be able to fix the problem and
receive your e-mail again soon.

From Your Fellow Foot Fetisher Susan

You can reach me at Susans005@aim.com
hope to here some comments from you.