Irish Construction Workers Feet
14th June 2022 - 21:39 | London, Nw London
We met in 2018…
There was a building site in Harrow that I passed by quite a few times during the summer over the course of about 3 weeks. It got to the point where I was going by there on purpose... It was around the end of June about 07:00pm. I was waiting at the bus stop across the road, but I wasn’t waiting for a bus. I was waiting for you... I saw you across the road, limping from the building site. I could tell by your face that you were in a lot of pain. I walked down my side of the road, crossed the road further down and I sat at the next bus stop which you were walking towards. When you got to the bus stop, you sat down and removed your right boot and sighed in relief. I asked you what was wrong. You told me that your feet were in pain and that you were having problems with your big toenail. We got talking for quite a while. During that time, I was trying to suss you out to figure out if you were open-minded.
I eventually told you that I knew a lot about foot care and that I give great foot massages. You then offered to pay me to take care of your feet because you were desperate, but I refused to take your money. You invited me to your hotel room that night. I needed to go home to get my nail grooming equipment first. I asked you not to shower or wash your feet. You asked if I was sure because your feet stank. I told you not to worry about it. I arrived around 8:45pm. I asked you to lay face down on the bed. Your socks were still on, so I took them off. Your soles were really rough and calloused with a strong vinegar cheesy smell. I started to slowly tickle the soles of your feet. You moaned with pleasure and told me how great it felt. You asked me to spend the night with you and tickle the bottom of your feet while you slept. I said that unfortunately I couldn’t do that because I had to go to work early the next day.
I continued slowly tickling the bottom of your feet with my fingertips until you fell asleep, your face was buried in the pillow and you started snoring… I started to sniff your ripe vinegar cheesy soles and my dick started to get rock hard and was throbbing. I had to take off my trousers and boxers and relieve myself while I was sniffing and tickling your soles. I came 3 times and used up about half a toilet roll. I didn’t leave until 01:00am. You were still asleep. You had my number, so I left hoping you would get in touch…
Over the next 2 years we met up about 20 times. Half of those times we spend the night together. Nothing sexual ever happened between us. You were just happy with me taking care of and having my way with your feet, which was pleasurable or both of us. I loved that you never once judged me e.g. you never asked me if I had or made me feel bad about having a foot fetish, which I’ve never found in a partner... You even used to let me take some photos and video clips of your feet, which by the way, I still have…
We last saw each other in March 2020. The last contact I had from you was a text message telling me that you had to go back to Ireland due to the Coronavirus Pandemic. It has been exactly 2 years since I last heard from you… I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately. I had no idea what your sexuality was but I always wondered what might have happened between us if it wasn’t for Covid.
ME: 32 (att) Black (light brown skin), brown hair & brown eyes, 6ft0, 96kgs stocky/quite muscular build
YOU: 40 (att) Irish/White, blonde hair & blue eyes 5ft10, stocky build, about 85-90kgs with size 11 feet
If you’re reading this and you remember me, get back to me with your name and mine so I know it’s you.
I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
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