The Adventures of Madi Ch. 03

"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet."

Biking has to be one of my favorite activities ever. When I run, I look like a retarded deer with a limp and swimming ruins my hair. When I bike, I don't have to worry about my hair or the fact I can't run to save my life (although I can dance). Over the summer, I biked to get my mind off of things. Living at home was no longer fun after college and I couldn't wait to back in about a month or so.

I usually biked around the national park near near my home. The park was close enough that I could ride home if I got too tired, yet it was big enough to get a really workout. One Thursday afternoon, I was feeling a bit more adventurous and went farther into the park than I previously have done. I don't really know what it was, the extra espresso shot that morning or if I just was happy to get away from it all, but I pedalled like a maniac.

Before I knew it, I was very deep in the park, passing by very few people at this point. Although I'm admittedly a big chicken that's afraid I'll get attacked by monsters walking alone at night, I didn't seem to mind the fact I was practically by myself at this point. I kept pedalling, not paying attention to my surroundings whatsoever.

What I didn't know at the time, as I was approaching an intersection for two separate bike routes, was that another cyclist was approaching as well. I never saw them coming and ran right into them, with a big dramatic crash like you see in movies. I fell off my bike and hit the concrete. After regaining my focus, I checked to see if anything was broken or bleeding. Nope, just a scrape. I looked over at the other cyclist, about to yell at them for getting in "my way." Suddenly, I couldn't utter a word. Right there, was what could easily be described as the most beautiful blonde I've ever seen.

This girl was about my height and age from what I could tell. She was about as blonde as one could get, bleach blonde in fact. Her straight hair was tied back in a lovely ponytail with a pink clip. She had the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen, slight eyebrows, with perfect, flawless skin that shined in the sunlight. This girl was wearing a short blue summer dress, white flats with straps, matching shorts and sunglasses in her hair.

Looking at this girl, I felt so underdressed and unworthy to be in her presence. I was wearing a tee with the sleeves rolled up, daringly high shorts and had my running shoes on, but no socks on. I got over my infatuation and got up to help her. Fortunately. she looked fine, with nothing noticeably wrong with her. "I am sooo sorry!' I pleaded her. "I totally didn't see you coming, are you alright?"

The girl looked up at me and gave me a smile. "Oh no, iz not a problem, don't worry much," she replied with an European accent. I was a bit surprised, since I don't really hear accents like that except in movies. "Are you alright?" she asked me, with a look of concern on her face.

"Just a little scratch, that's all," I answered back with a smile. I really was impressed with this girl's figure. I was so busy paying attention to her that I didn't notice that my leg scrap was bleeding a little.

The girl noticed though. "You are bleeding a vittle bit. Let me help you." She went to her bike and got out a small aid kit and took out a cloth. "Here, hold this against ze legs and I will help you to zat shelter." She pointed to a small little shelter close by. I held the pad to my leg while she took our bikes with us. By the look of it, her bike was a bit banged up from the crash. This girl didn't seem to mind though, concentrating on being doctor with my leg.

Her name was Veronica Felicie, and she was originally from Germany. Her parents lived outside of Berlin, her dad was French, but her mom was German. She came to the US to attend the same college I went to, this being her first year abroad. I thought I almost melted when I heard that, realizing that this could be the first of many meetings. We sat on one of the benches in the shelter, putting our battered bikes aside. Veronica carefully took the cloth and threw it away in the trash can. She took out her first aid kit again, found some rubbing alcohol and a cotton ball. My scrape was still bleeding a bit, but after a few dabs it was better. Veronica took out a band aid and placed it over the open area.

While she was tending my wounds, my eyes were tending to her body. It was like this girl was a candid swimsuit model from Sports Illustrated. He butt was just the right size, her breasts were round and noticeable. Her legs seriously could not be real, as they were white as snow and as shapely as the rest of her body. I've heard a lot of pervy guys talk about wanting to fuck hot European chicks, and now I knew why indeed. We continued talking, getting to know each other better now that we had something in common. Veronica was studying Kinesiology at the university, wanting to come to America to learn English better and get away from Germany.

Apparently, she was dating a guy before moving here that broke her heart for some "bloede kuh." She started to get a bit emotional, tearing up at a second's notice. Seeing her cry like this almost made me tear up. I comforted her, caressing her shoulders and trying to quiet her down. I mean, it's just a guy after all. I've cried over torn pillow pets more than over a guy.

"Cheer up Veronica, I'm sure you'll meet plenty of nice boys here in America," I said. "Not to mention you've already made a friend here."

It took her a second, but then her face lit up like the sky when she realized what I was saying. "You....you vill be my friend Madi?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Yep, you're stuck with me now, so better get used to crashing into me, k?"

She laughed, then basically pounced on me. Her hug was warm and safe though, and I couldn't help the butterflies in my stomach. I had made a new friend, but I felt like I was in love. Her embrace made me feel right about myself, a sense of belonging. Then again, maybe I watched too much of The Bachelor. Veronica ended the hug and gave me another melting smile. My heart started pumping like a jackhammer, something I was not used to at all.

We kept chatting for the next two hours, on subjects ranging from what a real American cheese burger tasted like (apparently it's different there), to more about each other. Veronica was an Apparel and Design student, and loved fashion above anything else. She could speak fluent German and French, though she felt her English was terrible. Her favorite pastime was biking (imagine that), and she loved chocolate strawberries.

When we got to talking about me, as you would imagine, I was a bit nervous. I wasn't a very interesting person. All I could tell her basically was that I worked at a flower shop, going to school for Sociology, and I liked puppies...like a lot. Yet, she found all this very interesting. She even asked questions while I was talking.

"Do you enjoy your job? Vhat is your favorite flower? Vhy did you choose Sociology? Vhat is the most interesting part? I love dogs!"

Veronica was the most engaging girl I'd met, and I felt I could tell her anything. In fact, I dropped the bomb on her right then and there.

"I also have a foot fetish," I told her.

I suddenly realized what I had done. Not only had I ruined a lovely conversation that had last for the better part of two hours, but I had just told her something totally inappropriate. What was most shocking, however, was her reaction right after I said that. She laughed.

"Hahahaha, that is so funny Madi!" she said between laughs. She quickly got control of herself when she noticed I was hurt by her comment. "Oh no, I didn't mean it like that!" she looked flustered now. "I meant iz funny, cause my brother has one too."

My head was down low. I felt so embarrassed at myself. Veronica, however, would not stop apologizing. She then took my hand and started rubbing it, trying to comfort me. The apologetic blonde did feel bad about hurting me, but I couldn't raise my eyes and look into hers. I was so close to crying a river. It was rather sad, kinda like Lindsay Lohan's career after she went crazy.

Veronica's smooth hands left my own and she took her finger under my chin, lifting up my face. I was teary, embarrassed by my sudden outburst. "I'm sorry," I simply said, holding back my tears.

She smile and shook her head. "No, I should be sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I do not think zat there is anything wrong with your foot fetish."

Those words made me feel better. "Thanks," was all I could say. I wiped away my tears and gave my best attempt at a smile. Veronica returned it, then took her hand away from my face. She took both hands down my right leg and reached for my foot. Confused at what was going on, I opened my mouth to ask, but she shushed me with her other finger.

"Let me make it up to you Madi?" she asked questionly.

She didn't wait for a reply, and started untying my running shoes. I wanted to stop her, seeing as my feet probably reeked of high heaven at this point. Veronica didn't even seem to care, and she slipped off my shoe, revealing my amazing feet (yes, I think my own feet are amazing, don't judge). My cute little toes weren't paint right now, though I was going to paint them red or something later. The soles of my feet were a bit wet with sweat and tanning lotion. Veronica seemed to almost be admiring my feet, running her hands across my arches and up my toes.

"Madi, you have such cute feet, just like you are," she said with a laugh. "But they are so small too!" She giggled again, and then started gently tickling my feet.

When I was little, my siblings and I would have tickle fights. Being the youngest and the most ticklish, I was always the target. They torture my cute little self whenever they could. The fact that I developed a fetish most likely stems from that. Although it was torture, I secretly loved it, and I still love having my feet tickled.

I immediately started giggling, trying my best not to kick her in the face. "You like this?" she asked with a devious grin on her face. Before I could answer, she started tickling harder, and I started to laugh. This girl was an absolute pro, tickling in all the right spots. I was starting to cry again, cry from laughter that is. This was seriously becoming too much for poor me to handle.

This went on for about two minutes or so, until she took my other shoe off and gave the insole a sniff. She laughed and sniff again. "Ohhhh, smells so goood!" Veronica said, then she started tickling that foot. Unfortunately, my left foot is noticeably more ticklish than the other foot. I was flipping out and my body was making involuntary spasms all over. I tried to ask her to stop, but the words turned into high pitched laughs each time. My sense were overwhelmed, and I resigned my fate to my new friend.

What Veronica did next was even more insane than her tickling. She brought both of my feet together, and started sniffing my toes. Shocked at this turn of events, I just sat on the bench, watching her every move. Veronica's nose dove right into my sensitive toes, sniffing away at the odor that was clinging to the air. I could smell them from my position: sweaty, cheesy and with a nose wrinkling effect. How could Veronica stand this terrible scent?

"I used to play games with my brother," she said as if to answer my question. "One of them was we would see whose feet smell ze worst. Usually, he von, but I began to like the smell."

"Eww, you smelled a boy's foot?" I said with a laugh. I found boy's feet to be extremely disgusting, let alone smellable. Veronica laughed, then resumed sniffing away at my feet, now moving down the arches. I noticed that I was starting to feel warm, almost turned on by this. I had never had my feet smelled before, let alone by their own choice. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned back a little. My hand started found its way to my crotch, and I started caressing it through my shorts. I thought this was the best feeling ever.

Well, I thought that until I felt something on the sole of my foot. I opened my eyes and looked down. Veronica was licking my soles.

"Veronica!" I said, surprised once again at my new friend's actions.

She looked up at me with her innocent blue eyes. "Do you vant me to stop Madi? I am only trying to make you feel better." She looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

I was a bit torn to be quite honest. On one hand, I was deeply in love with this feeling, and maybe even Veronica herself. On the other hand. I felt like she was doing this as repayment for almost making me cry. Yet, something in her eyes told me she was happy with this situation.

"Go....go ahead," I said nervously.

Veronica wasted little time, and started stroking her long, beautiful tongue across my stinky arches. A few moans escaped her mouth and she licked across each slight wrinkle, every ball of sweat that had collected on my tanned feet. My mind started relaxing, wandering to other places. This was so different than when I forced that stupid babysitter last month to worship my feet in exchange for not tattling on her to my aunt. Veronica acted out her worship with passion, yet she seemed so smooth and relaxed. I took note and leaned back once again and closed my eyes, letting the German beauty do her work.

As I relaxed my body and let the sensations coming from my feet overwhelm me, a slight breeze rolled in, brushing against my toes. I wiggled them out from the slight tickling they had experienced. Veronica noticed and stopped licking my already wet soles. Curious to why she had stopped, I opened an eye and saw her literally gawking at my toes. I smiled and gave them another prolonged wiggle. It was true that the best part of my feet were those delightful toes of mine. Though they were unpainted, they were still very well kept by my constant lotioning and love.

I wasn't the only one who loved them apparently. Veronica's eyes were glued to my wiggling little toes, like she was under some mesmerizing spell. As much as this was cute, I had other things in mind. I whistled for her attention. She snapped out of her daze and looked at me.

"Are you gonna stare at them all day," I asked, "or are you gonna see how they compare to my adorable soles?"

We giggled a bit, both amused at the situation. Veronica stopped first, then opened her mouth, drew out her talented tongue, and started licking the pads of my toes. "Oh man!" I thought to myself. "This is incredibly sexy." I had never thought about having a girl do what Veronica was doing. Her cool, wet tongue felt brilliant on my hot, sweaty toes. Being in the confines of my tennis shoes without socks had done there number on them. Although I hated wearing socks. I never particularly cared for the scent my toes developed after being stuck in athletic shoes.

Whatever she and her brother did when they were kids, it sure made it a great toe-licker. My heart was racing, and my hand resumed massaging my womanhood through my shorts. Veronica's tongue had licked each toe pad thoroughly, and now were wedging their way in between the toes of my left foot. It's never easy to describe how it feels to have a person's tongue between your middle and fourth toe, but it's orgasmic to me. Her tongue started wrapping around and then her mouth engulfed both toes. I gasped, feeling a rush of sexual energy to my now throbbing clit. Toe sucking is by far, the best of foot experiences in my book.

It wasn't too long before she started moving on to other toes. Veronica never stayed on a toe for too long, as if to tease this poor girl. Her mouth felt so inviting and warm on my sweaty little piglets. I was enjoying myself, but I wanted to be a bit more involved. Then I remembered how I got her attention drawn to my toes in the first place. I started wiggling my unpainted toes in her wet, slightly slobbery mouth. Veronica started giggling and took this as a challenge. She sucked harder, licked faster, and made good on her promise to make me feel better.

My left foot, which was still sandwiched against the right one, was next on her menu. Again, she started by going teasingly fast, until I started wiggling my piggies in her mouth again. We both giggled throughout her worship session, both seemingly enjoying this. My toes never felt so loved, and I wished they had been more appealing to my new foot lover. That thought burst like a bubble, when Veronica started sucking on both my big toes at once. Moans escaped my lips once again as she started bobbing her head back and forth, like my toes were a dick being sucked off. The thought made me even hotter than before. I couldn't help but finally reach inside my shorts and rub my clit directly. We had only been doing this for a few minutes, yet my pussy was soaking. Of course, that could have been sweat too.

With one finally pass of her tongue, my toes were completely soaked, this time in her saliva. I thought it was going to be over right then, just as I felt I was on the edge of an orgasm. Fortunately, Veronica had other plans. She moved her sexy, full lips to the soles again, and slowly started making out with my damp soles. Her lips felt like velvet against the wrinkled arches, each kiss and swipe of her tongue aroused me to my limit.

"Oh Veronica! I'm going to cum!" I yelled out in ecstasy

"Oh well you vill like this a lot," she said. Veronica then took my right foot, opened as wide as possible, then wrapped her mouth around all five of my toes.

That was more than enough to send me into an orgasmic spiral. My inexperience with being worshipped had made this orgasm one of my largest. As my fluid escaped my now-drenched shorts, Veronica let my toes out of her mouth. Glistening wet and slightly pink, my foot relaxed down on her lap with my other foot.

"Did ve enjoy that much Madi," she asked teasingly? "I think someone might have gone too far for you dear..."

She could finished as I practically threw myself onto her and to the grass. Veronica looked at me with a surprised gaze, unsure of how to react. I never gave her that time to react: I brought my slightly crusty lips, and pressed them against her moist, beautiful lips. We kissed for the very first time.

My eyes were closed the entire time, but I felt Veronica give away a few seconds after our lips locked. Soon, we were kissing passionately on the soft green grass, not a care in our world. I had never felt something so intense, so romantic as this. Boys kiss like animals, girls kiss like angels.

Our kiss lasted for about two minutes or so, but we broke it so we could breathe a little. I was on top, looking down at a girl that even now, looking three times more attractive than before. She looked up at me, a look of passion and desire etched into that flawless face.

"Veronica, I think it's my turn now,"

She knew exactly what I was talking about, and gave me an approving nod. I stand up a little, and parted her long, white legs so I could sit in between them. Veronica presented her right leg to me, which I cradled lovingly in my arms, caressing it's silky smoothness. Then, I brought my hands to the adorable flats on her feet. I've never been one to tease or waste time, so I yanked the shoe right off. What greeted me was easily one of the most beautiful feet I've ever seen. Her foot size was definitely a bit bigger than mine, probably by about a size or two, and wider than mine.. Her soles contrasted her skin by being slight reddish-pink and slightly wrinkled as she scrunched her toes. Her pretty peds were painted a light blue to match her eyes and dress. They weren't as slender as mine, but fat would never describe them.