Fucking my Roommate's feet

I was nineteen, (about three years ago) when I had my first real life experience testing my foot fetish. I had been aware of my fetish since I was in middle school, always looking under the table at girl?s feet. The older I got the stronger the fetish became. I'd had a couple girlfriends in high school, but had never had the courage to tell them about my fetish. At the point of this story I was a sophomore in college, about halfway through the year and you could say I was completely obsessed with feet. I was rooming with my cousin, Jake at the time. We were the same age; we had grown up together and happened to go to the same school, so we figured what the hell, why not room together? He was dating this girl, Charlotte at the time. She was very pretty, with long auburn hair, very pale skin, no breasts to speak of really, but an amazing ass. Oh, I forgot to mention, the most perfect little, size seven feet. She NEVER left the room. I swear, she spent literally at least six out of seven nights a week in our room. I didn?t really mind since she was literally always barefoot. It was impossible to keep my eyes off those sexy feet. She would do this thing in yoga pants where she would lay on his bed and stretch her legs in the air, spreading her perfectly manicured almanbahis şikayet toes above her head. On those nights I would have to run to the bathroom and masturbate furiously just to be able to fall asleep. Anyway, as the year continued and it was getting harder and harder to maintain my focus at all with her in the room, (she was ALWAYS there) one day I got home from class and was so horny. (I had spent all class thinking about Charlotte?s feet) I sat down heavily at my desktop and immediately went straight to my bookmarks. I went through my vast collection of foot porn and found a video featuring a girl whose feet really reminded me of Charlotte?s. As I furiously jacked off, watching the Charlotte look-alike get her soles oiled up and fucked, I heard a noise coming from behind me on my cousin's bed. Charlotte was asleep in the bed! Thank God her eyes were still closed. You have to understand, with the setup of the room being what it was if you don?t look right into that corner upon walking from the door to my desktop, you would never see the bed or more importantly if someone was in it. As Jake and Charlotte both had class at this time every day, I had not even bothered to look. I almost had a heart attack. But as I said, she was still fast almanbahis canlı casino asleep. She hadn?t seen anything. I had gone half-mast from fear of being caught, but now realizing I was in the clear, my raging hard-on immediately returned upon seeing Charlotte?s exposed toes from under the blanket. They were perfectly French manicured as always, so pale and soft-looking, and just fucking beautiful. I immediately grabbed a blanket and covered my cock, so I could quickly turn away and look like I was cold or something if she happened to wake up. A horrible plan really but I was transfixed by those feet. I stared at her perfect feet and began furiously stroking my cock. In no more than thirty seconds I exploded with the biggest load of cum I had ever mustered (to that point). Feeling embarrassed, but extremely satisfied, I threw the soiled blanket under my bed and went about doing my homework. She ?woke up? a few minutes later. She was completely casual and we just talked for a bit until Jake returned. I had no idea that she had actually been awake the entire time. I would find out soon enough. I came into the room later that week to find a sock on my bed, a woman?s sock, one of Charlotte?s Batman themed socks actually. Incredibly sexy almanbahis casino and a nerd, jealous right? Now, I had smelled her socks and jacked off when no one was around before. But, this was the first time one had ever been on my bed. I was immediately suspicious. Of course, I immediately put the sock to my nose and began to masturbate intensely, breathing in the sweat and perfume. She?s a big runner, so her socks always smelled of sweat and the perfume she used to mask the scent. I can?t remember what it was. It was intoxicating. However, after I finished jacking off and threw the sock to her side of the room, I could think clearly. It seemed too much of a coincidence that right after I jacked off looking at her feet with her in the room, this would happen. I began to be suspicious. But, what could I do? If it was a coincidence then oh, well. If it wasn?t though, she clearly had seen me and clearly didn?t have a problem with it. She was teasing me! I decided to wait and see how things played out. A couple of weeks went by; sometimes there would be a sock on my bed, sometimes not. Every time there was I would of course jack off, inhaling the amazing scent. It was becoming unbearable. She was still going barefoot all the time in the room, and unless I was imagining it, she would position her feet facing me as often as she could; one time she even winked at me when she caught me looking. One day, I came back to my room and instead of a sock on my bed, there was Charlotte, sitting there in all her barefoot glory.