"Do my feet stink that bad?" the girl giggled.
"Huh?"
She pointed to the very boots that you stared at on and off. "I haven't taken off these shoes in a while, and you keep looking at them. Do they stink? I won't be mad if you say yes."
Darting your eyes, you shook your head. At the moment, you wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. What if she found out you had a foot fetish? That would've been something.
"You can be honest," she insisted. "Get this. I learnt a few days ago that some guys actually LOVE smelly feet. Even some girls, which is kinda weird."
Since you couldn't come up with a reply, she put a finger to her chin. "Ooh. You one of them?"
"No, ew!" You pretended to act disgusted as best you could. "I could never like someone whose feet stink all the time."
Dawn peered back out to the ocean. "I don't believe you. First of all, the fact that I can smell my own feet proves they stink. Second of all, why else would you be staring at my shoes and smirking on and off?"
Her words were damning, yet her tone was upbeat.
"I don't like smelly feet," you continued to lie. "I just noticed the smell."
Catching you by total surprise, this girl began to undo her boots. As much as you feared someone like her knowing about your fetish, you couldn't help but stare as her socked feet crept out of their shoes.
The scariest part? You could see through the socks.
"I'm not angry at you or anything," Dawn explained. "But if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a liar. So we're gonna put you to the test."
She sat on the floor and wiggled her socked toes in the salty air. An inviting call, no doubt.
"Okay," you sighed, still feigning hate for this.
The blue-haired beauty's feet enchanted you through those socks. Since the material was thin, almost stocking-like, you could even pinpoint the colour of her nail polish. A sweet blue that matched the rest of her style.
Her toes, man… They wouldn't stop wiggling. At points, your ears picked up the sounds of cracking.
"I'm gonna time you," Dawn said, sticking her right foot in your face. "One minute with each foot. If you're not into stinky feet, cool. But if you are… let's keep your punishment a mystery."
And so, it started.
Immediately, you were taken away by how silky smooth her socks were. Really, you could call them short stockings, and nothing would change. They glided across your face like they were covered in baby oil.
The smell… Winning Dawn's little test was proving to be a challenge within the first five seconds of inhaling the foot odour.
Dawn's foot was stinky, almost cheesy in odour. Even though the smell's strength wasn't suppressed by the sock, it was strong enough to where your nose tingled. Not a tingle of disgust, but a tingle of delight. She rubbed her foot all over your face just within these five seconds. There were still 55 to go.
Holding in your signs of pleasure was simple enough. Your pants were just fitting to the point where an erection was barely noticeable, and if you were about to moan, you could bite your lip. So, what was the issue?
Blushing. Nobody could prevent a blush.
In the next 15 seconds, your face changed from its usual skin tone to a slightly redder hue. A warm smile crept on Dawn's face. She knew!
Yet the girl said nothing. So, you could still keep playing her game. But could you maintain your composure for this foot and the next? Or would you give into your animalistic instincts and let out a great moan, revealing your embarrassing secret to this chick?
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