[ENG] How Did This All Begin?

[kingdom]

I know it's all about childhood experiences, but sometimes I still get aroused when I think about them. I promise you guys I don't want to gross you out, but this is the root of my fetish. It all started with a simple brush of the leg with a stockinged foot. That was a moment of affection to some, but that just stayed in my mind for a long long time. Of course as I was growing up, I grew more and more fond of other women's stockinged feet. That's how it started with my English teacher when I was twelve all the way into my adolescent years. I even play footsie with some of my female classmates. I guess I'm lucky to find women who are open to it. But you guys are right, childhood upbriinging has a lot to do with my experiences. That one single moment when I was a child captured it all for me. I'm only into stockinged feet and that's it. Bare feet and sandals or flip flops just don't do it for me. Nor does licking or toe sucking. It's just footsie. Hate to sound like a broken record, but that' s just my two cents for tonight. Thanks for letting me garble on and on.

[Babylove]

My, my, my! I don't even know the precise number as to how many ladies I've charmed and ALL the hosed feet I've seen, touched... or even kissed. Department stores, libraries, churches, hotels, or just about anywhere. If there was a place with women in their hosed feet, I was definitely there. Boy, those were the days!

My pantyhose feet fetish started in kindergarten like most everyone else, but I didn't get into playing footsies until 1981 when I was in the 8th grade, in which I first began my "hands on" experience. But when I became a freshman in high school, that's when I had a LOT of fun! Sometimes I would skip school completely or just leave early and go to the shopping mall, sometimes 30 minutes before it opens. I would find a particular store that was occupied by only one attractive, well dressed female employee, and pretend to be browsing around. Being crafty, I would strike a simple conversation with her on just about anything, then I'd compliment her on whatever outfit she's wearing, and then I'd say those shoes (pumps, heels, mules, etc.) are very nice.

Now comes the easy part (sometimes hard). I would ask her the name brand of the shoes. Now having done this on numerous occasions, nine times out of ten the lady would take her shoe off (sometimes BOTH!), thus exposing her lovely hosed foot... or feet, if I'm lucky. Believe it or not, I've had a few women asking me for my shoe size while I was asking for theirs as well. Ever the coy gentleman, I could NOT resist! I would remove my shoe/shoes, and place my socked foot next to her hosed foot, just comparing each others feet (I usually wore those sheer nylon dress socks because I LOVE the way they feel when playing footsies with a woman in pantyhose, stockings, or tights).

Thinking of how to prolong that euphoric moment, I'd ask the lady to put her foot on top of mine. That way, I (or sometimes the lady) would initiate a little footsie action (Hee hee hee!). Sometimes they would last longer. We would be talking and rubbing our feet at the same time. I remember this nice mature woman. She used to work at Frederick's Of Hollywood at a now defunct mall. Not only would we play footsies, she would even let me massage AND kissed her gorgeous hosed feet, and that would turn her on... despite she was much older than I was (I was still in high school). She would press her hosed toes with my socked toes, and squeeze them together (OOOOOH WEEEEE!!!!!!).

Now mind you, those encounters was a trial and error routine, with MORE highs than lows. I was suprised that I was hardly ever caught by the mall security, especially since I was in my teens back then. Once in a while, I'd still do "hosed feet/footsie safari", but it's not quite the same. With the 9/11 ordeal, heightened security everywhere, and paranoid people, I have to be REAL careful. Back then, I didn't care. I was reckless... and sometimes foolish, but I never got into any serious trouble.

Whew! Well, that's how my footsie fetish begun, and the rest is history... which is still in the making. HOLLA!!!

[kingdom]

Babylove, I wish I were in high school with you back then. You lucky dog! Then we could compare notes and see who got more that day. I remember all the footsie sessions too, and it's not just me. My friends and their female counterparts always play. Even massaging during homeroom. Sigh, I miss being young and not so paranoid.