Babysitter Feet Obsession.

On the few occasions that my parents used to go out for an evening they would ask the neighbours' daughter, Sam, to babysit me. So it was not a surprise when just after my 15th birthday they asked Sam if she would mind staying over for a couple of nights since they were taking a long weekend away. I didn’t really need a babysitter but I had never spent a night on my own so my parents thought Sam could keep me company and ensure I ate properly. I was not going to complain because despite Sam being 6 years older, I had been completely in love with her since I was 12. Sam was a slim girl with brunette medium length hair, olive skin and always had a big smile on her face. But the thing I loved most about her was she always wandered around the house in bare feet. I don’t know when my obsession with beautiful feet started but Sam may have been a big part of the puzzle. Her feet mesmerized me. In my eyes they were perfect, tanned on top, warm soft soles underneath. When we watched TV or played a video game she would sit with her legs tugged under her and her feet on display beside her. More than once she caught me staring and my obvious fetish became our in-joke. She would tease me saying, "One day footboy I will make you smell my feet and that will cure you." Oh how I yearned for that day!  

On the Friday evening Sam dropped in as my parents were leaving. It was mid-summer and a particularly hot night so she wore shorts and a vest with trainers on her feet. We settled down to watch TV and Sam instinctively kicked off her trainers and curled up on the sofa. I sat by her but on the floor, leaning back against the sofa, so her feet were behind my head. After a few minutes she apologized for her foot smell as she had been on her feet all day in her trainers – then she laughed and said, "Although footboy I suspect you don’t mind," and giggling she gently rubbed her foot on the top of my head. I properly looked a little embarrassed as she immediately apologized. But I could smell her feet and the smell was intoxicating. I was actually worried my hardening 15 year-old cock may tent in my shorts. Thankfully before she could notice my predicament, she jumped up and said she had to prepare some dinner. I carried on watching the TV but spied out of the corner of my eye her trainers, sitting 2 feet to my left. Knowing she could not see me from the kitchen, I grabbed one of her trainers and gingerly sniffed it. It was as if a bolt of lightning went straight through my brain, I will never forget that sweet odour and the instant sexual response in my groin. I held the trainer up to my nose like a face mask and I breathed in deeply. Instinctively I started to rub my stiff cock through my shorts at the same time. Then I heard Sam calling to ask if I wanted peas or sweetcorn. I dropped her trainer and spun around to see her standing behind the sofa looking at me with a big grin on her face. I was mortified she had caught me. She said, "Oh my god were you sniffing my trainer?"  

I could not think of an excuse why I had her trainer held tight to my nose, so I just started to apologize and say it wouldn’t happen again. But Sam didn’t seem angry. She came and sat back on the sofa and asked me if I was really into feet? I again nodded and told her she had really beautiful feet. She giggled and said, "Thank you." She asked what I find so attractive about her feet. At this point I looked up to her and said the softness of her soles, the smell and just well everything. She smiled and thanked me again, before saying she had better finish dinner.

After dinner we played a few games and then she announced she wanted to go to bed. She told me I could stay up but to keep the noise down. After she had left, my attention turned back to her trainers she had left by the sofa. I grabbed one of them and again started to inhale her beautiful smell. I could hear her in the bathroom upstairs and so felt brave enough to pull out my young cock and have a wank. Then I had a devious idea. I knelt in front of the sofa, wedged one of her trainers between the sofa seat cushions and then started to fuck the trainer, pushing my cock in and out. In my hormone driven teen mind it felt like I was fucking Sam. At the same time I held the other trainer to my nose and mouth, deeply sniffing and licking the insole. The friction of the insole on my cock head caused me to climax quite quickly with one of the biggest loads I had ever managed. After the euphoria had waned I peeked into the trainer and looked at my cum smeared all over her insole. I grabbed a tissue to clean up but found most of my cum had soaked into the insole and there wasn’t much to clean up. So I decided it was bed time.

The next day I came downstairs to find Sam in just an extra-long T-shirt and of course barefoot in the kitchen making tea. She must have just stepped out of the shower since she had wet hair and her feet were clean. She said, "Hi," and offered me a cuppa. When she reached for a mug on the top shelf she went up on her toes giving me a view of her lovely soft smooth soles and heels. To my surprise my young cock sprung to attention again. I tried to subtly adjust my cock in my boxers but it was no good, Sam had noticed my bulge. As she handed me the cup of tea, she asked me if it was her feet again. I just nodded. She said she would cover them up as she didn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable and she went into the living room to put on her trainers. When she returned she wasn’t wearing her trainers, but carrying them and looking at me quizzically. Then she sniffed her trainer and asked me hesitantly if I had some fun last night with her trainers? It dawned on me she could smell my cum all over her insoles. I immediately went red and she had her answer. She burst out laughing and called me a dirty little pervert. Then she said, "Well you can keep my old trainers as I don’t want to wear them anymore," and she tossed them to me. I immediately begged her not to say anything to my parents and she said she wouldn’t but I would have to behave and keep it in my pants!

The rest of the weekend was uneventful until Sam left when she gave me the usual hug and whispered into my ear – have fun with my trainers. Smiling, she turned and left. I kept her trainers for about two years until I got my first real girlfriend. I must have cum in them dozens of times, dreaming of Sam each time. She never babysat me again as it was not necessary, but we did chat several times after, however, neither of us ever mentioned the trainers again.