This past semester around finals time I was involved in a large research project, and I spent many late nights at the library on campus trying to get everything done. One particular Saturday it was about 12:30 at night and I was working at a computer alone, and at this point I hadn't touched myself in almost a week since I was so busy. I was trying to stay as comfortable and relaxed as possible so I had on my hoodie and sweatpants, and I had kicked off my flip flops long ago. I had probably been by myself for almost an hour when someone else came in, a boy who I didn't know, but looked about freshman age. He wandered around the books for a few minutes and then sat down at the computer across from me, which I did think was a little odd since there were so many available, but I shrugged it off since I was caught up in my work.
I was busy typing and looking through paperwork when I felt something bump against my foot, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I figured he just stretched and bumped me on accident. A couple more minutes went by and I felt it against my foot again, and this time I glanced around my monitor but he was busy clicking and typing. Once was an accident, but twice so fast had to be on purpose. I went back to what I was doing, and eventually I felt it again, but this time it was skin on skin. I glanced under the table and his sandals were kicked off and was barefoot like me. I looked up and he was just peeking around his monitor as he started brushing his toes on top of my foot. I didn't know if I should be freaked out or what, but I guess since I had been so 'backed up' over the past week or so I decided to play along with him. I started scratching my toenails on the sole of his foot, and at first he jumped a little but then started rubbing up the sides and against my ankle. I stretched my other foot out and met his, and in no time we were playing all-out footsie right there in the library. For the next 5-10 minutes I tried working on my paper, all the while our feet kept rubbing and our toes were practically having sex with each other.
It was at that point that I felt I should have a little fun at his expense, since I could practically make him do anything and had him right in my hands (or my feet?). I grabbed a slip of paper and wrote on it "do you have a foot fetish?" He wrote "yes, your feet are so soft." I replied "are you hard?" and he slid it back and just scribbled "yes." I then made my move, and I wrote down "masturbate while you're touching my feet." That made him look over at me and I just nodded while I ran my foot up his leg. He looked around for a second and then slid his shorts down a little, scooted down in his chair and started stroking. I kept rubbing my feet on his and I felt his toes spread and curl while he masturbated. It didn't take very long for me to hear the squishing under the table, so I knew he was leaking all over the place and was ready to blow.
I slid down in my chair and raised my foot into his lap and whispered to him "cum on my foot". He held my ankle and started stroking as hard as he could, then would stop and run the wet tip along my sole. He was leaking a lot and almost instantly it turned cold, giving me goosebumps. This happened a couple more times before he whispered "I'm going to cum..." and I whispered back "do it, cum on my toes." He then shuddered and I felt his hot load spew all over my foot, getting between my toes and running all down my sole, some of it dripping off onto the carpet. When he let go of my ankle I lowered my foot and started rubbing up against his again, smearing his cum all over our feet and toes. When I was done I felt around for his sandals and dragged them under my chair, and he quickly stuffed papers into his backpack, pulled up his shorts and shut off the computer. He then looked under the table for his sandals when he couldn't feel them, and I looked under at him, smiled and said "uh-uh, these are mine now, thanks for the fun time." He then got back up and grabbed his bag, spun and hurried off barefoot.
When I heard the door close I looked at my foot which was covered in his sticky cum, then felt my crotch and my underwear were soaking wet. Not even caring, I pushed my pants and underwear to my ankles and started rubbing myself. I was so horny I could smell my own pussy juice, and my fingers were covered just by gentle rubbing. I don't think 3 minutes went by before I started feeling it, and when I came I could feel a trickle run down to my butt, leaving a spot on the chair. I came back to reality pretty quick, realizing I was half naked in the school library, but since my panties were cold and wet I pulled them off and stuffed them in my bag and pulled my sweats back on, loving the fuzzy material against my sensitive lips. I gathered up all my stuff and shut down, slid my flops back on and put his in my bag and made my way back to my dorm room. I made sure to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake my roommate up, and when I got in bed I stripped naked and started masturbating again, this time taking it slow and edging a few times before I finally let myself release. When I rolled over I saw I had been touching myself for over a half hour, and that night I slept like a baby until almost 11 am.
We were only in session for another week before break, but I didn't run into him again. I still have his brown sandals shoved in a drawer, almost like a trophy. I don't know if I will see him again there but if I do, maybe I'll give them back in exchange for a little more foot play. Maybe.