My Friend is a Secret Foot Model Pt. 01

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A year and a half ago, I began talking to a girl online. To be honest, it was mostly friendship, never flirted. Really great sense of humor, and specifically had a thing for old Indian films. We connected on that basis I guess. She was beautiful, and didn’t think much otherwise. She lived in Toronto, and I lived in Montreal. We talked on/off for around two months, and then one day, I had some work in Toronto, so I drove down. I messaged her earlier and we decided to meet for a quick coffee and hello!

I was very nervous, and anxious. Meeting new people is hard for me, so… naturally. Anyways, I’m early so I awkwardly waited. After the longest 15 minutes of my life, she enters the cafe. Beautiful, long jet black hair, turtle neck, and Jeans. She was wearing the latest Air Jordans at the time. Fresh as hell.

So we talked and it was as if we were just resuming our text conversations. We talked about school, work and some inside jokes. Just resuming our online conversations. I told her what I was doing in Toronto for work. I work in fashion, escort ataşehir so I explained to her that I had a pop up shop on Dundas St. She was very intrigued. I told her, in a flirty way I guess, that she could be a model for my clothing line.

She replied with “I am a model, but not a conventional one.”

I was a bit confused, so I replied saying “What unconventional modeling do you do then?

She let out the smallest, cutest little laugh. “Feet.”

I was a bit taken aback, since I really didnt expect that answer. I asked her to explain because I didnt fully get it. “I model my feet. I take pictures of my feet, and people love it.”

I was interested. She continued saying “I dont show my face, so it’s pretty good”. Her mom ended up calling her right then. She too the call, said a few words, and looked back at me saying “Sorry, my mom was asking me where I am. Supposed to be home studying.” I understood completely, as being two young adult South Asians out together on well, not sure if its a date, but kadıköy escort her parents wouldnt be too pleased regardless. Any talks about sex is still taboo in south asian households. Dating, especially in high school is a no go, but we still found ways! I paid the bill and we started walking towards our cars. Luckily for us both, we were heading the same way.

As I was about to say goodbye, I had to ask…because curiosity. “So, your feet must be really pretty to have people like it!” I instantly regretted saying it, but she laughed.

She said, almost without hesitation, “wanna see…? Maybe you can give me a foot massage. Ill show you my feet in the car”. I just nodded.

We got into my car and it was awkward. I didnt know what to do, but she started with puting her shoes on my lap. l, and said “Take them off?” I smiled, and started untying her shoelaces on her Air Jordans. I noticed my hands shake a bit, and then noticed myself untying her shoes as fast as I could. I pulled it off, and saw a gold anklet glimmer.

She maltepe escort bayan was wearing black nail polish, and her foot was around a size 6. They were perfect. They were soft. I didn’t think feet could be such a turn on? I started to massage her feet, and she said “Many guys would die to have this chance.” Her toes looked so cute, so clean. She was definitely a foot model. Her phone began to ring again, and I felt quickly distracted.

She picked up answering “Yes mom, I’m coming home…” and as she said those words, she placed her toes on my lips, and I instantly opened my mouth wide, and slowly pushed her foot inside. She was still on the phone with her mom, as she played with her toes while they were in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I tasted a hint of cream. She clearly took great care of her feet. The taste was mixed in by her scent. I wanted to put her entire size 6 foot in my mouth. Then, she placed her foot on my crotch, which just wanted to be let out. She did a quick rub on my crotch, pulled her foot out of my mouth almost to tease me. I leaned forward, she pulled back, still on the phone. “Yes mom, I will.” I was about to come. She then hung up, and slowly pulled her foot back as she smiled at me.

“You only get the other foot the next time you visit me, okay?”

End of Part 1.

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