Foot Fetish Summer Vacation: My Joy with My Aunt Downstairs

Author: cbos
Word count: 7986

After being in close contact with Xiao Yu’s feet last time, I have never had the opportunity to feel them again, and I have not even had the chance to get her shoes and socks, which makes me feel very horny. So I had no choice but to do the same as before, stealing the fragrant shoes on my aunt’s feet from the shoe rack downstairs, taking them back, licking and smelling masturbation, and putting them back when it was over. My aunt is about 34 or 5 years old. She has a slim figure and is well maintained. The years have not left too many marks on her beautiful face. She has a daughter who is in elementary school. Her husband seems to be transferred due to work. He is usually in other provinces and rarely comes back. Her beautiful feet seem to be size 37 or 8. They are white and slender, but still sensual. The toes are always painted with red nail polish, which is extraordinarily beautiful and sexy. I have also coveted her beautiful feet for a long time, dreaming of licking her beautiful feet, but this can only exist in fantasy. All I can do is occasionally steal her shoes to masturbate. The fly in the ointment is that the smell on her shoes is always light, maybe she likes to clean, and the smell of foot sweat will slowly dissipate after the shoes are taken off, so I have always suffered from the smell of the shoes is too weak, but even so, I am still very excited every time I inhale the slight fragrance on her shoes. After my last camping incident, it occurred to me: Maybe I could squat her home and steal those shoes right away, the smell would definitely be stronger than usual! So at noon one day, I estimated that it was almost time for her to get off work, so I secretly hid in a corner and waited. Ten minutes later, she came home from get off work. The moment she appeared in my sight, my eyes lit up instantly: the flesh-colored stockings feet were worn in a pair of black fish mouth shoes, two toes were exposed from the fish mouth, and the red toenails could be vaguely seen moving slightly in the shoes. When she entered the room and closed the door, I immediately walked over, held the shoe in my hand, and pressed the shoe socket to my nose and took a deep breath. The smell of sweat is stronger than usual, and the shoe socket still carries her residual heat! I was so excited, I vigorously inhaled the smell of sweat from her shoes, and I couldn’t help being a little intoxicated. But at this moment, the door that had been closed suddenly opened again. “What are you doing?!” she exclaimed, looking at the scene in front of her in astonishment. At this time, I was also completely stunned. The shoe was just buckled on my nose and I forgot to put it down. I found that it was impossible to lie and explain at this time, so my heart was overwhelmed, and I knelt down on the ground with a plop, “I’m sorry I like your feet so much, that’s why I smelled your shoes, please don’t tell others, please,” I said, looking at her with begging eyes. She was also stunned by the scene. After a while, she replied, “No wonder I sometimes find that a pair of shoes is inexplicably missing, but I come back after a while. It turned out to be your fault. Come in first.”