by Foot Lover
Part 2:
Daniel of course got home pretty late. The next morning I woke up did my morning routine before heading to Daniel’s room to wake him for school. I am sure he had only been asleep for 2-3 hours. I called his name a few times no response. I walked in, he was dead asleep with his mouth open wearing nothing but shorts. He doesn’t snore but he does breathe hard. He actually has a nice toned body and resembles his dad a lot. Wasn’t sure why I had not realized that sooner. Apparently he played baseball for several years before getting girl crazy everything went downhill after a bad break up. He had very nice hairy toned legs as well. He had a faint sock tan line. My eyes finally zoomed onto his feet, one foot hanging off the corner of the bed.
His feet looked like a softer, creamier, less tan, slimmer version of my husbands feet. Light hair on the toes, trimmed toe nails, nicely shaped lengthy toes, good girth perfect for sucking. Nice round pink heel. His arch, high, looked soft and tender, perfect for nestling a hungry mouth. Overall tasty looking, fleshy soles. My cock stirred.
I wondered if he was as ticklish as his dad...I snapped out of it and called his name a few times, no response. I grabbed his ankle and shook him a bit, no response. I squeezed hard called his name but he continued sleeping. Wow! I thought to myself he’s a heavy sleeper. His breathing was un phased.
I kneeled to get a closer look. I can tell he was hardly ever barefooted. His feet looked velvety yet still masculine with almost no callous. I noticed some black sock fuzz he must have removed his socks right before bed. I leaned in and took a few good whiffs. God it was so good. My heart was pounding out of my chest. The aroma was faint but potent enough to be enjoyed.
Time paused for me it all felt like an eternity but several minutes had gone by. I grabbed his ankle again shook him called his name he he began to stir again I squeezed his heel “hey wake up time for school!!”. He looked up in a groggy state, annoyed, and said “I’m up”. He eventually got up and got ready after I left the room, I had made breakfast, he quickly ate and said “later”.
This soon became a routine. I looked forward to laundry days just to enjoy the scent of his worn socks and boxers. I looked forward to waking him up every day as it was my only opportunity to check out his sexy feet, up close. Of course I changed it up when my husband was home. I’d wake him up by shaking his shoulder or arm instead. I came up random ways of waking him up. I was always mindful of not being too obvious by touching his feet all the time, but it also helped gauge how much of a deep sleeper he really was.
There were days where I was bolder than others but I always tried to sneak a few whiffs I would freak out when my nose or lips accidentally make contact with his foot. I began sneaking pics and video of his feet as he slept. They were simply perfect. My album grew as the weeks went by. I was hooked!
