Story from one of my students

When my foot fetish experience with Mrs. MISS NYLON tooks place, I had already turned 18. At the time, it was a very warm day in June and many of the girls were starting to wear open-toe shoes. I’ve had a foot fetish for as long as I can remember, and get very excited at the sight of a woman’s foot.

Anyway, it was just another boring French class at high school. Until that day it was my least favourite subject. I would just sit there daydreaming and scanning the class for naked feet. My teacher Mrs. MISS NYLON we had never wore shoes where you could see any part of her foot, even in the summer. She was quite good-looking, about 40 years old and had quite big breasts. Her legs were covered with sheer grey nylon stockings. I sometimes wondered what her nyloned feet and toes looked like.

About five minutes from the end of a lesson one day she said, “You can begin to pack your things away and leave now. I’d also like to see John (me) about his homework please.” When the bell rang everyone left apart from Mrs. MISS NYLON and I. She went to close the door, then returned and sat in the chair next to me.
What have I done wrong now?” I asked, trying not to stare at her breasts.
Nothing,” she replied. “I just want to talk to you about something personal.
I thought this was about my homework.” I said.
No,” she said, “it’s about your foot fetish.”

I virtually shit my pants. How could she have known? I knew that people thought it was weird, so I denied it. “Oh, come on John, I’ve seen you looking at all of the girls’ feet. You’ve hardly done five minutes of work during any of the lessons.
I shook my head in amazement. I was shocked at her accusations. I thought that most people didn’t know what a foot fetish was!
Don’t worry about it.” she said. “I’m not going to tell anybody about it. But that’s on one condition. I want you give me a nice long foot massage.” I thought that I was still daydreaming at that point.

She maneuvered her long stockinged legs until her shoes were in my lap. I gently removed them to unveil her beautiful nyloned feet and toes. The light smell of her soles travelled to my nose and I got instantly hard. I looked up. “What if someone comes in?” I questioned.
Oh yeah, that’s a point.” She leaped up from her seat, grabbed some keys from the top drawer of her desk and went to lock the door. Then she proceeded to close all of the curtains in the classroom before returning to her position in the chair and replacing her feet in sheer nylon back in my lap.
You can start now.” She said. I must admit that I was very nervous. I had had no previous sexual encounters or even massaged a woman’s foot before. I reached out for her left foot with both hands and was relieved when I touched it for the first time. I began slowly making small circles on her left sole with my thumbs. She closed her eyes, at which point I wanted to plunge her big toe into my mouth, but I couldn’t find the courage to do so.

I carried on with my massage slowly rubbing her gorgeous nyloned soles with my hands.
After about five minutes I had to stop to catch my breath. I was harder than I had ever been before in my life! “Please don’t stop!” She pleaded with her eyes still closed. I dropped her left foot, which landed on my throbbing cock. It felt fantastic.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and said, “John, you’ve got a big dick! Maybe you could show it to me a bit later.
Do I have to?” I asked.
Not if you don’t want to, but I might just let your little secret slip if you don’t!” She teased.
Fine, just don’t say anything. Please.” I lifted her right foot up to carry on with the massage. By this time I was used to handling her foot and was no longer nervous. I repeated what I had done with left foot on her right foot, still maintaining my enormous erection beneath my school trousers.

Her breathing became quicker. To my surprise, moved her hand from by her side to her chest where she proceeded to unbutton her blouse. She pulled down her bra until her left breast was exposed. I got even harder. She leaned back in her chair and gently caressed her nipple between her fingers. I was still massaging her right nyloned foot when she suddenly began to curl the toes of her left foot. It was positioned about three inches away from my member which excited me even further.
As she was moaning, she managed to squeeze out a few words, “Lick them. Please, John. Lick them.”
Was I dreaming?” I thought to myself. I raised her foot and began to lick long strokes up and down the wrinkled sole of her right foot. She continued her orgasmic moans. She took her right hand from her breast and quickly unzipped her trousers, before sticking her hand down her panties and rubbing her swollen clit.

I put her toes into my mouth, licking between them through the sheer nylon. I reached down with my right hand and unzipped my trousers, pulling my pulsating dick out. I grabbed her left foot and began to rub its nyloned sole on my bell-end. Rubbing rhythmically on her clit, she screamed in ecstasy. About six seconds later, I exploded all over the nylon of her left sole. It was the best 15 minutes of my life!

We both got dressed and cleaned ourselves up. I opened the curtains as she unlocked the door. We both felt a bit sheepish. “John,” she said, “I really enjoyed that. Maybe we should do it again sometime.
I again asked myself whether I was dreaming. “Really? I’d do anything.” I told her. “Yes, really. I enjoyed it too you know.” Said Mrs. MISS NYLON. “What about next week, same time?
Sure.” I said. I thanked her once again and walked out of the door feeling absolutely fantastic.


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