My teachers feet

This experience took place while I was in tenth grade I was 16 at the time

and becoming more and more aware of all female feet around me. I found

myself constantly staring at many girls feet in my classes and also a few of

my teachers as well. One teacher particularly always had me staring, her

name was Mrs. Kate O'conner. I'm not sure if she was Irish or not I think

she was for she did have naturally red hair and had an Irish toned looking

skin, I think she was in her late thirties. Anyway Mrs. O'conner had me

looking at her feet constantly for she almost always was dangling them that

would drive any person with a foot fetish crazy. It was almost as though she

teased me for she would never actually take her foot out of her shoe fully

just leaving it dangle on her toes before she wiggled it back on to her

foot. I had never seen her barefoot for she almost had on nylons and on a

few occasions would wear sneakers with white socks on. But from what I had

seen of her feet they were about a size 7, with wrinkled soles, and almost

never painted toes. Now as I said I had a tendency to look at her feet all

class and therefore I wouldn't pay attention during her class at all and

started to do very poorly in her class. One day as class let out at the end

of the day we were all piling out the door when she grabbed my shoulder and

pulled me away. She sat me down at a she next to her desk and asked "hey

what is wrong? You're doing very bad in my class and I just can't figure out

why. You're a very bright student it just seems that you don't pay attention

and are always day dreaming." She said this to me as she showed me the

grades which I had recently received in that class all failing or close to

it."Well you see Mrs. O'conner I just always get distracted in class I can't

really help it" I answered to her. She replied "well is it one of the people

near you is it something in the class that I can move or put down?" I just

looked down and said "no ma 'am in all honesty it's you that's been

distracting me." She said looking rather puzzled "what is it about me that's

distracting you is it the color clothes I wear or the pins I wear or

something of that nature. Because I can wear different things if it's

interfering with your education." I answered "no it's nothing as simple as

that." She again looking very puzzled now and pushed on saying "well what is

it then because at the way you're going you'll fail and have to go to

summer school." I just looked away slight and said "well Mrs. O'conner it's

your feet that are distracting me... I can't help it they're very nice

looking and I just can't help but stare," " Oh" was the only response she

said. After a few minutes of silence she said "Well I think I can fix that,

you're dismissed I'll see you tomorrow." I left rather lost as to what

she was getting to, I went home that day and couldn't help but wonder what

she was talking about. I spent almost all of that night either dreaming

about her feet or thinking about what she could have meant. I finally

decided I would find out tomorrow and thought I had best get some sleep. I

certainly did find out, the next day when I walked into her class instead of

sneakers or pumps she was wearing knee high leather boots. All that class it

killed me because she never once even made an attempt to slip those boots

off. That day she looked a couple of times my way and smiled at me as she

saw that I kept on staring at her boots as though I was trying to burn a

hole through them. As the class went on my thoughts started drifting from

seeing her feet to smelling her feet, I figured that with being in those

boots her feet must be sweating up a storm. For the rest of the class I kept

on daydreaming of having my nose between those hot sweat soaked toes of

hers. From that day on though she started to wear those boots or another

pair of boots and every day I found myself daydreaming. Finally after two

weeks of this at the end of school again she pulled me over to the side as

the rest of the class walked out the door pushing and shoving trying to get

out as fast as they could. She sat me down next to her desk again and said

" I just don't know what to do with you! I started to wear these boots

because you said it was my feet that were distracting you and yet your

grades haven't improved since I started wearing them. If anything they've

only worsen, why is this?" I decided that I might as well answer her

truthfully since she already knew I liked her feet and said "Well Mrs.

O'conner it is true that you took my visuals away but my mind is a powerful

instrument. I found myself thinking instead of how your feet look like, how

much your feet must be sweating in those boots and how hot and smelly your

feet must get being in those boots all day. I found myself daydreaming about

smelling those feet for myself and feeling the hot moisture upon my face."

She shook her head saying under her breath "I can't believe this." She then

looked up at me and said "OK I have a deal for you. For every grade

that is 90 or above I'll let you smell my feet for five minutes. Each time

you get 90 or above you'll be able to smell my feet for five more minutes in

then the last time so the first time you can smell them for five minutes,

the second time ten minutes, the third time 15 minutes, and so on. Do we

have a deal?" I couldn't believe my hears had I just heard my teacher tell

me she'd let me smell her feet in exchange for me getting good grades? I

immediately answered "you got a deal Mrs. O'conner you better be ready

because I'm going to be getting 90 and above from now on. I was good to my

word because I started to really pay attention in class even though she did

continue to wear boots and my mind would start to drift I would quickly make

sure I brought myself back to reality. Within three days of making the deal

I got my first test paper back find that it was a 90 exactly. Right next to

the grade was written "see me at the end of the day for your reward" with a

winking smiley face next to it. I was so excited for that school day to end

even though I sadly had to go through a few more class periods. So I sat

there watching the clock for all my classes watching the time slowly tick

past. Finally at three o'clock the bell rung which meant freedom for the

rest of the kids but for me it meant having Mrs.O'conner's feet in my face!

I didn't even stop at my locker but instead I ran straight to Mrs. O'conners

room and got there just as the last kid from her previous class left. I

walked in and saw her sitting at her desk smiling at me as she saw me walk

through the door. She motioned for me to close the door quickly and put a

desk in front of the door which I did as fast as possible next she turned

her chair so that she was sitting in front of me. I knelt down and with

trembling hands grabbed the zipper on the boot of her left foot and slowly

started to unzip it. Once I pulled of her boot I was hit with an intense

foot smell something between rubber mixed with vinegar but not in a bad way

but an extremely satisfying way. She still had one nylons and I couldn't see

her foot still but it was the first time I had seen her toes completely and

found out that she had rather long skinny toes. As I knelt there before her

nyloned foot and lifted her foot from my hand and placed it smack onto my

face. Instantly I felt as though I had just jumped into a pool face first

with as wet as her foot was. I took in my first deep sniff of her feet and I

was blown away, the smell I got when I first pulled off her boots could

never have prepared me for the lustful smell of her foot fully blown. It

seemed as though I had only taken my first sniff when she pulled her foot

away from me and put it back in her boot and started to pack up her stuff to

leave. I looked and saw that five minutes had indeed pass but it was enough,

I stood up grabbed my bag and before I left I said "that wasn't nearly

enough time you can bet that I'll keep getting 90's and above." She just

smiled and replied "I'm looking forward to it. A week after that I got my

second test grade to see that it was actually a 95! Lucky for me that was

the day I had her last period so no waiting and within minutes of receiving

my grade I was on my knees in front of her feet again. This time she started

to take her boot off of her left foot and then took the boot of her right

foot and said "since you got above a 90 I decided that you could try

smelling both if you wanted to." I just sat there with a huge grin on my

face as she place both her sizzling hot feet upon my face. The smell was

even more intense with two feet, I sniffed her feet like mad trying to pull

in as much of their smell as possible. Within was seemed like a minute she

pulled her feet away from my face and put them back in her boots. She stood

up and said "Well I hope to have you for 15 minutes next week" and with that

she walked out of the room turning out the lights. Sure enough the next week

I got a 90 and the next week another 90 and for next three weeks after I got

90's until I was staying there smelling her feet for 35 minutes. But then

the week came in which I got a 100 which meant that today I'd be at her feet

for 40 minutes! But instead of the regular "see me at the end of the day for

your reward" written beside my grade it said "I'm so proud of you see me at

the end of the day for your reward and also a special prize!" Though what

irony was the fact that I had her first period that day so I sat for the

rest of the school day itching for it to end and find out what was this

special prize. 2:59:50, 2:59:55, and finally 3:00 came across the clock and

the second hand ticked onto that twelve I bolted out the door. I got to her

room so fast that I actually had to wait for almost all of her previous

class to get out. Finally they all left and I ran in closing the door behind

me and quickly placing my chair and there I was in a heartbeat down at her

booted feet. She giggled at my speediness of getting there but didn't keep

me in suspense as she took off her boots. She then place them on my face and

told me that I could start and that my special reward would come half way

through. Well, even though I really did want to smell her feet those twenty

minutes seemed to go by so slowly. I tried to savor the smell but found it

hard to enjoy it when my mind was going a thousand miles an hour trying to

figure out what the special reward was. After those seemingly forever twenty

minutes went by see took her feet off my face which allowed me to see I

looked up and saw her hands move up under and skirt and start to pull at

something. As I watched, my mouth almost fell open when I realized she was

taking of her nylons and that I'd FINALLY get to see her barefoot. No sooner

had I thought it did it happen and I finally saw her drool worthy feet,

drool worthy if not much more besides that as well! There were her perfectly

white feet, nonpainted toes, slightly pink soles and with her right foot

have a freckle right in the middle of it. I knelt there in awe as those feet

came and land upon my face I sat there for a minute not knowing how to

react, I then heard her say "you can start smelling them now if you want."

She didn't have to tell me twice I buried my noes into those feet and

started smelling like I was desperate for air. Sadly the last twenty minutes

went by a little too fast for my liking and I felt her feet being lifted off

my face. I then saw her stick her barefoot back into those prisons called

boots, "seeing them bare was just the first part of the special reward here

is the second part" she said as she handed me her nylons. She then leaned

down and whispered in hushed tone "I haven't washed those in about two weeks

so they should be good." With that she gave me a wink and walked out the

door. Again leaving me in awe as I held those precious nylons in my hands

and close to my breast. That was the last time I ever got to smell her

actual feet because the next day she got into and accident that made her

have to take the rest of the school year off. She came back the next year

but I didn't get her those anytime I had her for a study hall teacher she

would always slip her shoes and give me a little smile. Mrs.O'conner was the

best teacher I could have ever asked for!