epickablanka
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Part 1
I met Julia when she was a freshman in college and I was a senior. She was 18 and gorgeous, tan skin, brown hair. She had thick thighs and a great physique. We took German together. Over the course of our study sessions I found out that she's super ticklish! Every once in awhile, Id poke her in the stomach and she would yelp in surprise and the others in the library would look at us. I must admit I have a huge foot fetish, and always wondered what her feet must smell like. She also has a boyfriend and always says how she's thankful he doesn't have a foot fetish, so she thinks feet are gross.
One time I invite her to workout, and we push it super hard. I wanted to make sue she was sweating and her feet could get nice and stinky. Afterwards, I say let's go to hers to study for German. She nods and we head out. Her dorm smells like vanilla perfume and linen when we step in. She flops onto her bed without thinking. "Core after cardio? You’re brutal," she says, but she’s already lifting her shirt to check her abs in the mirror.
I pull the masking tape from my bag with exaggerated nonchalance. "Trust me, this’ll fry your abs." When she lifts an eyebrow, I shrug. "New workout I saw. You’ll thank me later." She rolls her eyes but lets me wrap her ankles on the bed frame so they are tightly bound.
Her breath hitches when I loop the first wrist strap behind her back. "Wait!" she starts, but I’m already securing it with a quick knot. "Just so you don't cheat!", I say.
I know that my chance has come. I take off her shoes as she protests. " Wait! My feet are so stinky, what are you doing?!". I've always wondered what her feet smell like. I slip off her nike running shoes so her pink socks are showing, super damp from our run. The stench of ripe cheese floods my nose. "wow they are stinky, Julia"
Her toes scrunch against the cotton of her socks as she thrashes her legs, but the restraints hold firm. "Oh my God, you planned this!" she gasps between laughter, her cheeks flushing crimson. I peel off her socks slowly, revealing damp soles glistening with sweat, the arches flexing instinctively away from my hovering fingers.
I start scratching her soles and she instantly starts to go crazy! "HAHAAHAHAAHA you BASTARD!!!!!". She starts bucking wildly against the mattress as I kept my fingers dancing. "This is just the beginning of the workout!", I say. The scent of her feet is intoxicatin. sweat and heat and something uniquely her and I bury my face between them for a second, inhaling deeply before raspberrying the ball of her right foot. She lets out a guttural, almost animal noise, her thighs squeezing together again as her hips jerk involuntarily. "I swear to GOoDD HAHAHA I'LL....ILL" But she can't finish, dissolving into wordless, laughter as I switch to her hairbrush I found on her drawer.
I sniff her toes, taking in her scent. She recoils, "EW!!! You're one of those foot freaks aren't you!". I grin and say, now let's test your German. I ask her "how do you say, I have ticklish feet in German" She squirms, trying to think through the ticklish torture. "Ich habe..... Füsse!" she manages between gasps, her soles flinching as my breath ghosts over them. She can't think of the word "Ticklish because we never learned it". I say "Wrong!!!" before dragging my tongue in one long, slow stripe from heel to toe. Her shriek rattles the windowpanes, hips bucking wildly as her toes curl into tight fists. "OH GOD NO! THAT'S DISGUSTING!" she wails, but the way her arches press desperately against my mouth betrays her. Her damp soles are slick with sweat and I trace my tongue along the sole, and then beneath the toes. She dies laughing as she can't take it!
"ready for more?", I ask, as I already have my plan set for the night.
Part 2 coming...
I met Julia when she was a freshman in college and I was a senior. She was 18 and gorgeous, tan skin, brown hair. She had thick thighs and a great physique. We took German together. Over the course of our study sessions I found out that she's super ticklish! Every once in awhile, Id poke her in the stomach and she would yelp in surprise and the others in the library would look at us. I must admit I have a huge foot fetish, and always wondered what her feet must smell like. She also has a boyfriend and always says how she's thankful he doesn't have a foot fetish, so she thinks feet are gross.
One time I invite her to workout, and we push it super hard. I wanted to make sue she was sweating and her feet could get nice and stinky. Afterwards, I say let's go to hers to study for German. She nods and we head out. Her dorm smells like vanilla perfume and linen when we step in. She flops onto her bed without thinking. "Core after cardio? You’re brutal," she says, but she’s already lifting her shirt to check her abs in the mirror.
I pull the masking tape from my bag with exaggerated nonchalance. "Trust me, this’ll fry your abs." When she lifts an eyebrow, I shrug. "New workout I saw. You’ll thank me later." She rolls her eyes but lets me wrap her ankles on the bed frame so they are tightly bound.
Her breath hitches when I loop the first wrist strap behind her back. "Wait!" she starts, but I’m already securing it with a quick knot. "Just so you don't cheat!", I say.
I know that my chance has come. I take off her shoes as she protests. " Wait! My feet are so stinky, what are you doing?!". I've always wondered what her feet smell like. I slip off her nike running shoes so her pink socks are showing, super damp from our run. The stench of ripe cheese floods my nose. "wow they are stinky, Julia"
Her toes scrunch against the cotton of her socks as she thrashes her legs, but the restraints hold firm. "Oh my God, you planned this!" she gasps between laughter, her cheeks flushing crimson. I peel off her socks slowly, revealing damp soles glistening with sweat, the arches flexing instinctively away from my hovering fingers.
I start scratching her soles and she instantly starts to go crazy! "HAHAAHAHAAHA you BASTARD!!!!!". She starts bucking wildly against the mattress as I kept my fingers dancing. "This is just the beginning of the workout!", I say. The scent of her feet is intoxicatin. sweat and heat and something uniquely her and I bury my face between them for a second, inhaling deeply before raspberrying the ball of her right foot. She lets out a guttural, almost animal noise, her thighs squeezing together again as her hips jerk involuntarily. "I swear to GOoDD HAHAHA I'LL....ILL" But she can't finish, dissolving into wordless, laughter as I switch to her hairbrush I found on her drawer.
I sniff her toes, taking in her scent. She recoils, "EW!!! You're one of those foot freaks aren't you!". I grin and say, now let's test your German. I ask her "how do you say, I have ticklish feet in German" She squirms, trying to think through the ticklish torture. "Ich habe..... Füsse!" she manages between gasps, her soles flinching as my breath ghosts over them. She can't think of the word "Ticklish because we never learned it". I say "Wrong!!!" before dragging my tongue in one long, slow stripe from heel to toe. Her shriek rattles the windowpanes, hips bucking wildly as her toes curl into tight fists. "OH GOD NO! THAT'S DISGUSTING!" she wails, but the way her arches press desperately against my mouth betrays her. Her damp soles are slick with sweat and I trace my tongue along the sole, and then beneath the toes. She dies laughing as she can't take it!
"ready for more?", I ask, as I already have my plan set for the night.
Part 2 coming...
