This is another illustration of a missed opportunity due to my schitzy closet situation when I was younger. A friend of mine worked one summer at a community pool as a lifeguard. I went to visit him one day and saw a really cute girl with very high-arched feet sitting on a retaining wall. I approached her to talk and her feet were dangling at about my chest level. My foot lust overcame my reserve and I started nonchalantly (on the outside, at least) stroking up and down her sole with my forefinger, and she went along with it. I immediately asked her out. All I wanted was to tickle her hot feet so I took her to a drive in, put her feet in my lap and stroked them during the movie. I took her out a couple of more times just to stroke her soles. I didn't see her for a while and started dating someone else. On a lark, I took her out for one last foot encounter before I got engaged to the other girl. To my surprise, while we were in bed she started giving me a handjob. Then she put her bare foot on my chest. I was dying to tickle her foot while she was giving me the handjob, but at the time I just couldn't allow myself to let her know that tickling her feet was a sexual thing for me. What an idiot! She obviously knew that or she wouldn't have put her bare foot on my chest in the first place while she was getting me off. She was just giving me a chance to get off really good. I have never forgiven myself for my chicken-heartedness but, that was the kind of inconsistency that I often experienced because of my closet life. It was six years later before I could come out of the closet to have foot sex while tickling. I hate the missed opportunities.




