Some things just come naturally. My first footjob was one of those things.

I was at the cottage one year towards the end of highschool. My girlfriend was sweet sixteen and a stunner, and for this trip she had invited up the Swedish exchange student - Christina. We spent the first few days basking in the sun, swimming, playing and having a good time, just the three of us. But I could tell that something was up with Christina - she stared at me just a little too long. And, I can’t deny that I was enchanted by her sexy feet that she left bare all day.

The third night, the three of us sat up telling stories and playing cards. As the evening progressed, Christina and I began to play footsies underneath the table, hidden from my girlfriend. She was wearing sexy stockings and eventually her feet were inside my shorts, teasing my cock. At this point I had no idea what a footjob was - I wasn’t yet fully aware of my huge foot fetish - but I was definitely having more fun than ever.

The next night I returned from a walk, already hard after thinking all day about Christina’s feet, to find my girlfriend and Christina on the couch naked, sucking and rubbing each other's toes. I almost lost it right there! The two ladies looked at me with lustful eyes and Christina called me over to the couch. The two girls proceeded to give me a fierce footjob and I haven’t been the same since.

That footjob sent me deep into the world of foot worship and I have no intention of leaving.