Do You Find My Feet "Suckable"?

A Sexual Fantasy

— By Joseph K.

There she was, alone at the center of the classroom. I got to university much earlier than usual that day, but hadn’t expected that she would be there: the girl I was crazy about, waiting alone for the class to start. In the two weeks since my course had begun, I'd never said a word to her, because I was too insecure and she was too damn beautiful.

For a second I thought I'd go back and wait in the hall, but I forced myself to enter the classroom and say something to her. As I was getting closer, I noticed she was barefoot. How could he have known that I was crazy about women's feet? They were up on the desk, her flip-flops on the floor.

Very timidly I sat next to her and said hello. She surprised me by being very nice, and even asked if I liked her nail polish, and then her feet. She asked if I would give her a foot massage, and I trembled. It's like she saw right through me when she asked whether I liked to suck feet, and if I found her feet to be “suckable”. They were, and I assured her by sucking each of her toes.

With her feet up on the desk still, I realized that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt, and the moment I lay my eyes on her pussy, she asked me if I wanted it. There were only a few minutes before class would start, but I knew lots of people would arrive early. The thought of sex in school made adrenaline run through my veins.

I suggested that we go to the bathroom, to finish what we'd started in a more private place. She said she didn’t like bathrooms, but that we could go to the library after the class. The longest class of my life.

The bell rang, and so we headed to the library. In a very reclusive spot, but public enough to run the risk of being caught, she lifted her skirt and demanded me to lick her pussy before anything else. But after a time, I couldn't resist and went down to her feet. Then she took off her blouse and demanded that I suck her tits, then again go back to her feet.

We ended up having sex in that library, but containing the noise of our groans so nobody caught us there somehow. Afterwards, she just adjusted her clothes walked out of there, while I sat there on the ground processing everything that had just happened.