Dirty sandals of my Aunt 4 min read

My aunt used to live in my house when I was 6. I was sure that I liked her feet; she was around 20 years old.

She would often watch TV on the bed, and I would lie down closer to her feet. During commercials, she would rub her feet on my stomach and leg, knowing that I enjoyed it. If I had the awareness I gained later, I would have been bolder. Sometimes, while I was lying on the floor, she would walk by and place her foot on my chest or stomach.

One time she stepped in wearing the white adidas sneakers she always wore to college. It was increasing the strength in my belly and laughing and said: the guts almost came out, huh? I was always paralyzed and unresponsive. She is the reason for my foot fetish, dirty feet, smelly feet, trample, shoes. She did a bit of everything with me throughout my childhood years.

Another time I was playing ps2 on the floor sitting alone at home. She arrived at the end of the afternoon after spending the whole day at college and went to buy supplies in the downtown stores. She was wearing beige sandals that tied around her ankle, I think, they were very open and she had white nail polish.

She sat on the couch behind me and placed her sandaled feet on my back, I loved the feeling of the dusty soles on my back (I was shirtless). So I was coming back and she put both her feet on my shoulder and said she wanted to watch tv. I warned that I had to save the game (it was Gta San Andreas). She kept telling me to play fast and she was passing the sandal on my ear, I dreamed that it was on my face, but the position was bad.

So I turned off the Xbox and grabbed a pillow and laid in front of her looking at the tv in a farther way so my face and neck were within reach of her. she left both feet next to my head and didn’t do anything until in the commercials she goes and put both of them on my cheek and started little stomping and laughing. I laughed along and she was running the sandal all over my face.

Until she said: do you want to lick it? And I obviously wanted to but I thought she wouldn’t have the courage herself. I stuck out my tongue and it got closer, I went and put my tongue away at the time and the sandal hit my lips. So she put it back on my cheek, I went and stuck my tongue all the way out and this time I let it. She approached and touched the dirty sole on my tongue and started laughing a lot. I remember well the feeling of little dust on my tongue and the sole is kind of cold.

She left the sole still on her tongue for a few seconds and didn’t say anything, until she said: Then clean everything, my sandal is dirty. I kept my tongue still and she was passing the entire sole of her left foot. She commented : your tongue is black and kept laughing. I swear I liked the taste. She was passing the whole sole, my tongue was small. Until she took it off and I closed my mouth.

So she said: now you have to clean the other one, I smiled and put my tongue out again and she rubbed it and kept laughing and saying: it’s good, right?! I was loving it. Until I heard the noise of people going to open the gate and I got up embarrassed and went to the bathroom. I remember splashing water in my mouth and spitting it back out and the water came out slightly brown.

There were several other situations over the years but my aunt was very fickle. Sometimes she wouldn’t set her foot on me for months and I would get very frustrated. This probably lasted the whole childhood until I turned 13 and she moved in with her future husband. In my teens I was crazy wanting to have new moments but she just stopped and never put her foot on me again.

Sorry for my bad English ( I speak Portuguese).