My daughter has had the same college roommate since freshman year. They're now 22-year-old seniors and best friends. Since her roommate lives across the country and can't afford to go home often, she spends many holidays and some spring breaks with us. We're an upper middle class family, and I have a well-paying job, so I can afford to treat both girls to nice vacations and some luxuries.
Over the past year and a half, her roommate and I have developed a secret foot fetish relationship. During a recent spring break at our house, the girls were drinking in my home bar. After a few hours, my daughter had reached her limit and went to bed. Her roommate, tipsy but not drunk, commented that I was always staring at her bare feet. She has gorgeous size six feet. I was surprised at her comment, and tried to play it off. My expression gave me away.
She knew I was into her feet. Feeling bold from the alcohol, I told her she had gorgeous feet and toes. She blurted out, "I knew it!" A wave of excitement washed over me, but the awkwardness was lessened by our drinking. She asked if I wanted a closer look. Before I could answer, she put her feet on the bar right in front of me. They were beautiful: soft soles and perfectly manicured toes with white polish. She dared me to kiss her soles—I did. It was a quick kiss, nothing extreme. I noticed she had a captivating feminine foot scent. We laughed off this quick encounter and ended the night chatting about my foot fixation, talking until we were exhausted, then went to our separate bedrooms. The next day, after we sobered up, not much was really said about our brief foot fun. The girls ended up leaving to go back to school after a few days and I considered our foot-fling a "one and done" encounter.
Over the next six to eight months, she'd text me pictures of her feet. My daughter had no idea. The next holiday, she came home with my daughter. We'd texted beforehand, and I’d asked her to bring her black flats, which I found incredibly attractive when she wore them. When they arrived, she was wearing them. I instantly felt a physical reaction but tried to ignore it. A few days later, we were back in the bar, casually drinking. My daughter, a lightweight, went to bed early again. It was just her roommate and me.
Once my daughter was asleep, her roommate put her legs on the bar, still wearing the flats. She had complete control over me, and she knew it. Looking me in the eyes, she said, "Take them off!" It was a pivotal moment. I slowly slipped them off, revealing her sweet foot scent. The physical reaction intensified, hidden behind the bar. She pushed her feet closer and brushed my lips with her toes. The scent intensified my intoxication.
Without a word, I took her toes into my mouth and gently sucked on them. The taste was so salty sweet. She leaned back, her eyes closed, her breathing quickening. I continued, rolling my tongue between her toes. I hadn't felt this aroused in a long time. I was conflicted, knowing this was so wrong—she was my daughter’s best friend, and I was old enough to be her father. But the adrenaline took over, and I continued enjoying her toes. She'd squirm and twist every now and then. I could tell she was getting aroused herself. After a half hour, we were both exhausted and decided to go to our separate bedrooms.
Our brief encounters occurred a few more times that week - each time, the sexual tension increased between us. The day arrived when it was time for them to leave to head back to school. Their departure was bittersweet. I had exciting, illicit fun, but knew it was wrong. That evening, after they had gotten back to their dorm, her roommate texted, asking if I’d found my "present" in the guest room closet. I checked the guest room closet and found her black flats. She said they were for me, "to hold me over."
She knew I got so turned on when she wore those flats, which made her feet sweat profusely. They were very worn, with well-defined toe prints. I couldn't resist and deeply inhaled her intoxicating foot scent, which filled my senses, arousing me once again. I licked the inside of the toe area. I couldn't control myself and blew a thick warm load in my shorts.. I sent her a photo of the big sticky wet spot on my shorts and we sexted back and forth for hours.
During the following week while we were texting, she sent pics of her feet in various poses. One pose that gets me every time is a cute pair of feet driving barefoot. There's just something so erotic and powerful seeing a girl driving barefoot and taking control of the pedals with her gorgeous feet. They seem to perform magic with those cute toes switching back and forth between the gas and brake pedals - it's mesmerizing and stimulating. I continued scrolling through the perfectly taken pics of her gorgeousness until this last text stopped me in my tracks: "I'm falling hard for you, and I want more than just foot fun." This is where it gets complicated. I'm 52 and still "married." She’s told me she wants to have sex with me. I've tried to deflect, saying it's a bad idea. But I really want her. She's so mature for her age and the emotional connection is getting deeper each time we are together.
Meanwhile, I'm still sexting with her, enjoying her flats, and fantasizing about our next encounter. If she just wasn't my daughter's best friend! There is more to cum. Stay tuned!
