I’ve always taken good care of my feet, loved to do pedicures, moisturized them nightly, bought lovely, expensive shoes and boots, I love to pamper them and give them attention. Well sometimes that attention does not go unnoticed and a man that recently moved into my condo I caught staring at my feet many times when we would run into each other and one time he finally complimented me on my pedicure and said what lovely feet I had and that he hoped I didn’t mind him pointing this out to me. No, I was quite flattered. He asked me to have coffee with him.
I agreed and the whole conversation was around feet and shoes and his foot fetish and did I share any interest in having someone worship my feet? I was not adverse to the idea and told him I’d like it if he wanted to give me foot massages and do my pedicures for me, I could see the excitement in his eyes. He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or anything, just someone whose feet he could worship and I agreed. He said he’d even on occasion reward me with expensive shoes for the privilege.
He came over later that night and had bought some lovely smelling lotion that he wanted to massage into my feet and he gave me hands down the best foot massage I ever had. I was just melting at his expert ouch. He said he’d like to do this a few times a week, as it greatly excited him and I wanted it as well. After a few weeks of this pampering, he brought me a beautiful pair of expensive designer shoes and he wanted to watch me walk around in them. He asked I minded if he jerked off as he watched me and I didn’t mind at all, so he did and he came as I walked back and forth showing off my perfect feet as he stroked his cock. Not your most conventional neighbor relationship, but it worked fine for me.
