#24, Guy's story: When I was a kid, about 14, times were a bit tough. My mom ran a suburban beauty parlour, fairly small, dad had split long beforehand, passing up his family for the lure of the bottle. Mom had to let one of her employees go, the bills were piling up, yet she was stretched to run the business. So she asked me to be a helper there, for pocket money after school. I usually gave most of it back at the end of each week, anyway, a self-imposed payment for board. Mom really didn't want to take it, but I could tell she was glad. It wasn't much, but it made a difference, and that mattered.

My job consisted of keeping the place clean, taking phone calls, running errands, doing laundry (there was a lot of laundry), and sometimes prepping the customers, if the prepping didn't require any special training. Which meant, washing feet for pedicures and removing old nail polish.

So this was OK. I saw dozens of feet. Most belonged to middle-aged housewives, a few older ladies, not many younger females. The younger ones usually didn't have spare money, and those that did usually went somewhere more upmarket. Some of the feet were a bit manky. Some had a noticeable smell. Most were manageable, though, and I did the work without complaint. Actually, most of the time I quite enjoyed it.I think some of the ladies quite liked having their feet pampered by a teenage boy. I was shy, though, and didn't get that or know how to respond at the time.

This all changed toward the end of the last school term of that year, when the place was inundated with bookings for manicures and pedicures by girls from the local high school, preparing for the school ball. We were flat out, and I saw more pretty feet in a day than I'd ever seen. I liked it, too. Pretty feet, especially when attached to a pretty girl, are majorly sexy. I spent most of the time in a permanent state of embarrassed and serious sexual arousal. At the time I thought it was just the close proximity of females generally causing it. Which it probably was, at least in part.

One day, the last appointment of the day was an extremely pretty girl, about 18, I guess, and I'd stuffed up and double booked. I got her a magazine, sat her down above the foot bath and got to work. Her feet were literally beautiful. It was at that time I finally realized how sexy they could be. The toes were even and straight, her arches were high and curved, there was a delicate trellis of faint veins across the uppers, the skin was smooth and fine textured. She also wore a fairly short uniform skirt, and when she moved or repositioned herself it allowed me to catch a glimpse of her knickers from time to time. I must have been red as a beetroot, trying to not look, but looking anyway. I finished, and my mom said she was going to be another 20 minutes, apologized for the delay, and offered her a foot massage while she waited, to which she said ok. So I started to learn how to give a foot massage, which I enjoyed very much. Her toes curled when I pressed a certain area on the sole. When I moved her toes apart, one at a time, to work on them, they all wriggled in turn, like a fan opening.. At one stage she let out a peal of laughter because I did something that was ticklish. I was loving it. As it turns out, so was she. After 5 minutes her legs stayed slightly open, she was being careful to show only me so it wasn't obvious to anyone else in the room, but her knickers developed a tiny wet stripe, that slowly grew in size, and when I glanced at her face she gave me a look, eyes signalling something I hadn't learned to recognize, then coolly looked back to her magazine. I was so horny I couldn't talk, think, swallow, and could barely concentrate on what I was doing. Occasionally I could smell her scent, too. I almost lost control at one point, I realized I was on the verge of sucking her toes. Fortunately I came to my senses in time to stop myself. Would not have been a good look.

When my mom said she was ready at last, the girl gave me the nicest smile ever, and a subtle wink, and said "Thankyou very much", which finished melting me, and to which I half mumbled, half stammered something like "Y-y-your welcome, umm, any t-time", while trying to swallow my shyness, ignore the fact that my dick was rhythmically pulsing out precum, and actually say something witty. Or clever. Or a bit sexy in a not-too-obvious way. Or just articulate something, anything, anything at all that was recognizably human. I'd have settled for that..

I never saw her again, nor have I ever seen feet as nice as hers. In a small way she messed me up: the last thing a teenage boy needs is yet another aspect of the female form to be horny about. She totally fueled my fantasies for a long long time after. It was that event that awoke my mind to the possibility that there are many parts of the female form that can cause sexual arousal, if the person is open to it. True story.

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I don't even have a foot fetish. At all. But that was hot.

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