"OP was being such a tease as was his usual behaviour. This fgt thought that covering his feet with such beautifully form fitting ankle socks, would hold back our desires? OP was wrong. Overcome with lust, I took it upon myself to do the unthinkable, and document it here for all to witness. Late one night while OP lay at his desk, face to keyboard and fast asleep, I climbed silently through the open window of his basement apartment. OP was a pretty messy house keeper and the amount of manga and anime comics that lay strewn about his shag carpet was enough to bring shame and dishonour upon most Japanese teen girls and their families. I picked my way carefully through the bags of Doritos and bottles of Mountain Dew and placed myself under his desk. My heart was racing with excitement as I twisted into a comfortable position by his girly feet. I peeled back OPs socks to reveal the feet of goddess. OP had such soft and beautifully shaped feet for a guy. They were better than the pictures he PMed everyone in the Party Train. I wasted no time in satisfying my desire for OPs succulent feet. Caressing his soft bare feet in my hand, I leaned in and kissed the arch of his foot and gently rubbed it against the side of my face. "Mmmmmm..." It was all my body would permit me to say. Parting OPs toes and gliding my wet tongue between his beautifully scented digits had every erotic nerve in my body pulsing. I could feel my heart pounding deep within my chest. I could feel my cheeks blushing and turning Crimson as I sucked his girly toes till they wrinkled. Minutes flew bye. Then hours. Oh how I wish I could have spent an eternity under OPs desk, satisfying my shameful desires. I knew it wouldn't be long before the sun rose to wake my sleeping OP from his slumber. Part of me wanted it. To be discovered worshipping such a pair of feet and begging to be permitted continue my love making to them. It was fantasy I craved with such a passion. But I knew it was too risky. I blew softly on his innocent toes to dry them from the wetness my love had produced and kissed them good bye as I re-dressed his naked feet. They were mine and I knew that they would be waiting here for me tomorrow night. I danced through the mess of his room, and pulled myself up through his window without effort. My forbidden infatuation had me feeling free from death, life and the limits of this physical world. I knew I'd go back, and when I returned, I'd make it a night to remember."