My first year of high school, I was in 9th grade and like so many people starting high school I was nervous with all the extra classes, peer preasure and everything else that goes with it. I was always good at english even in grade school and Jr high it was one of my top classes. I always had english class 5th period, which was right before lunch. There were some female teachers in my school but as luck would have it I always got the strict male teachers except for English. Ms. Rollins. She was a lady in her early 30s average looking except for her legs which were quite stunning. We always got along great and I went on to become the best pupil she had had that year. She always had her free period of the day at the same time I had lunch. Seeing that I didn't really like the food in the cafeteria I chose to visit her and help her grade papers or just talk. Afternoons after school I had chorus practice or some other activity that I was involved in. This one perticular afternoon, I had gone to my locker to collect the rest of my books I needed for homework that evening and noticed her room door was still open which I found quite odd because she always closed her door when she left for the day. I knocked on her door and popped my head around the corner to be met with a smile and she had said to come in. Upon entering the room I noticed her grading papers with her legs crossed and her left shoe dangling just enough to expose her heel, this aroused me for Ms. Rollins never dangled or removed her shoes in any manner at any time. She was wearing a pair of sky blue pumps with a 2 inch heel.

As we talked she switched positions and started to dangle the other shoe. We talked more and I finally worked up the nerve to say something and I asked her if her shoes were uncomfortable, I thought that she was going to chase me out of the room thinking that I was trying to come on to her in some sexual way or something, but she didn't. Instead she had explained to me that these were brand new shoes and this was the first time she had worn them and they did in fact bother her quite a bit. As we sat there I had said to her that since her shoes bothered her I offered to give her a foot massage, after a few minutes of silence which seemed like hours she quietly said she thought that would be lovely if I didn't mind. Upon hearing this I closed her door and knelt at her feet. She finished grading the last paper she was working on and slowly turned her chair toward me extending her legs. I was slightly shaking as I reached to remove those pretty blue pumps. Ever so slowly I removed them one at a time exposing two of the most beautiful feet I had ever seen. Her toes were painted a wonderful shade of pink and she had the most perfect arches. I proceeded to gently massage the right foot first and than the left. This went on for about 30 minutes, as I slowly worked from one foot to the other we talked and she was quite relaxed. It was just small talk for awhile until she asked me the question I never figured on hearing from a fine lady like her. She asked if I was one of those kind of people who liked female feet???

Wow, I was silent for a minute or two and then very quietly said yes, she gazed at me for a few seconds and then asked me if I thought she had nice feet, of coarse I said how beautiful I thought they were. With that being said she asked if I would like to kiss them and I did savoring each moment as I went. The last activity bus pulled out and she offered to take me home after she was thru grading papers, as she graded I was still kissing and licking her feet. She finished and I put her shoes back on for her. As we walked to the parking lot she thanked me for making her feel like a woman. We never spoke of that moment again after that day, but thru the rest of that year during english I was reminded of that moment every time I had class for she would be lecturing and come over and stand by my desk and would slowly remove one or both of the shoes she was wearing just for a few seconds, long enough for me to glance down and remember that one special day

Andy