
When I was in college, I went to a frat party and I liked a guy there. He loved feet, so I was told...*grin* He was cute and I wanted to make him crazy. Since it was the season that made it was just warm enough to go barefoot and wear jeans, I wore my favorite pullover, my straight-leg jeans that tapered at the ankle and I went barefoot in my short, zip up leather boots. I loved the feel of these boots on my barefeet and I love wearing them. Anyway, I noticed him at the party and I met a gf there. She knew what I was up to and she saved me a spot on the couch. I then came to her and I layed on the couch and removed my boots from my barefeet. When my gf told me he noticed me removing my boots from my barefeet (he was in an adjacent room), I then rolled over on my tummy and tucked my legs up in the air in the pose. He soon came over to say hi and to gaze at my feet. He told me I looked great, but I knew what he meant...*grin* The room became quiet and you could hear was my laughter as he wrapped his strong arms around my ankles and began stroking my soft soles and ticklish toes until I begged him to stop, for the moment anyway...