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After learning about a friend’s death I needed to get away for a few days. So I packed up my camping gear and headed on a road trip to Pinecrest Lake.


When I arrived in Pinecrest, I pulled into Meadowview and drove through the campgrounds until I found a nice spot near some restrooms. I backed in my black GMC Yukon into the parking space and parked. The first thing I did was grab a pen from my glove compartment so I could fill out a reservation form. Then I walked to the entrance of the campgrounds where I checked the rates per night, put money in the envelope and deposited it inside the fee collection post before heading back to my campsite. I took in the fresh wilderness air and the smell of pine trees along the way. It felt good to be back.

Back at my campsite where three crows had gathered near a rock, I clipped part of the reservation form (that I’d torn off) to the marker. I stopped by the men’s restroom to pee and wash my hands. I walked back to my campsite and unloaded my mountain bike from my rack before I unloaded my tent, air mattress, sleeping bag (wrapped in a white scented garbage bag), chairs, ice chest, backpack, hydration pack, duffle bag, boots, and Rubbermaid totes full of tools and supplies. I picked a good level spot to set up my tent and raked the area first before I put down a tarp. It didn’t take me long to set up my yellow two-person tent.

When I was finished, I placed my belongings inside and filled up my air mattress. Just as I was finishing, I noticed an attractive older woman returning to the campsite on the right side of mine with two teenagers. She had light auburn hair (that she was wearing in a ponytail with bangs) and she was wearing a navy blue top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes. She was also wearing glasses with thick black frames and silver endless hoop earrings. Physically, she was in decent shape. She looked more like a soccer mom who stayed fit by jogging and doing yoga at home. She had to be in her early to mid-forties. I was twenty-eight at the time, but I was always drawn to older women. I watched her and my eyes immediately wandered down to her socks and tennis shoes. And I couldn’t help but wonder what her feet must’ve smelled like. Were they a little dirty but clean-smelling? Or were they sweaty and stinky? I didn’t watch her long before I got back to work settling in.

When I was finished unpacking, I decided to walk down to the nearby convenience store by the lake to buy some bags of ice. As soon as I returned to my campsite, I filled up my ice chest and pulled out a Modelo beer to swig on. I noticed that the campsite on the left side of mine was empty and I was hoping it would stay that way for a while. But an old man in a red pickup truck with a broken taillight soon pulled in. He seemed to be alone and I was just glad that he didn’t appear to have a large family with him.

After cooking up some hot dogs on the grill, I sat at the bench and ate while I watched gray squirrels scurrying around my campsite. That night I changed into some of the clothes I’d be wearing in the morning for my hike, set my iPhone alarm for 5 a.m., and went to bed early.

I woke up in morning when it was still dark out and put on deodorant and changed my shirt. I climbed out of my tent, put on my hiking boots, brushed my teeth and made myself a turkey sandwich which I packed inside my hydration pack along with two bags of chips and two packs of trail mix. I filled up the reservoir or “bladder” with bottled water and threw in some ice cubes from my ice chest.

When I was ready to head out, I followed the road until I came to a side path which led me to one of the roads outside the campgrounds. I passed a number of cabins as I made my way down to the lake. Along the way I thought about stopping to grab a coffee and a Danish pastry, but I decided to munch on trail mix instead.

There was no one at the beach where a number of boats were docked in the water. First, I stopped at a restroom before heading off. Then I hiked counter-clockwise until I reached a clearing. Instead of going on the trail that went around the lake, I went straight. I hiked through the silent woods as kamikaze bugs flew around my face and tried to dive inside my ears. I passed streams and rock formations as I stepped over tree roots along dirt paths until I reached an area that required me to scramble up some rocks. I stopped there to take a breather and a few drinks of water.

When I was ready, I scrambled up to the top where I reached a swimming hole. Since it was a little after 7 a.m. there was no one around and I had the place all to myself. I removed my boots and socks and took off my shirt. I took a quick dip in the cold, refreshing water. After climbing out, I ate my sandwich and snacked on a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos as I listened to the waterfall and swatted at bees that buzzed around my feet and furry legs before I headed back the way I came.


As I slowly made my way back along the path by the beach, I casino oyna kept my eye open for women with sexy feet. I spotted an attractive older woman wearing flip-flops, sitting in a fold-up camping chair. And the way her feet were positioned, I could see her slightly sandy soles. Another attractive woman about the same age was resting on a beach towel nearby in the sand and she had red painted toes that looked like tasty strawberries in the summer sun.


When I returned to the campgrounds, I relaxed for a few hours as I read a copy of Walden. The old man next to me was playing with a remote control monster truck which I found quite distracting. While I was sitting in my chair under the shade of a tree, I saw the woman with auburn hair walking over from her campsite. She was wearing a gray top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes.

“Hi, neighbor,” she said with a smile.

“Hi,” I said.

“I’m Tammy.”


“I just wanted to ask you if our radio is too loud.”

“I can’t even hear it.”

“Okay. Just let us know if you need us to turn it down.”

“I appreciate that,” I said as she turned and walked back to her campsite.

Twenty minutes later, I decided to walk down to the lake. I set up my chair in the sand next to a tree with roots growing like natural seats. I sat down, untied my boots and removed them along with my socks. I put in my headphones and listened to my iPod as I worked on a crossword puzzle. But I was too distracted by all the moms walking around in flip-flops and bare feet. For a foot fetishist, it was like being surrounded by topless beauties. To my left, a woman was resting on a towel and I couldn’t take my eyes off her wrinkled, sandy soles. She was with a man who I assumed was her husband because he was holding a baby. When she stood up and walked off, I directed my attention back to my crossword puzzle. After a half an hour, I’d filled it up with the words “feet,” “toes,” “arches,” and, “soles.”

It was starting to heat up so I took off my shirt and grabbed some sunscreen to put on my face, arms, chest, and back. As I walked down to the water I checked the pockets of my swim trunks to make sure I hadn’t left my phone in one of them.

After going for a quick dip in the water, I returned to my seat and draped my beach towel around me. As I let my body dry off, I glanced up and saw the woman from my neighboring campsite walking with the teenage girl she was camping with. She was wearing flip-flops which I was delighted to see. She didn’t look my way at all and I was a little saddened to see her continue walking with the girl along the beach instead of settling in near me so I could get a good look at her feet and toes. I watched her as I flipped through a car magazine that I was pretending to read until she was completely out of view, and I fantasized about what her soles would taste like on my tongue.


That night I lay asleep in my tent, wrapped up inside my sleeping bag like a soft cocoon, I could hear the woman at her campsite talking with the teenagers. She brought up drama classes at one point and why they should both give them a shot.

When they retired to their tent for the night, I overheard the woman say, “Did you guys remember to wash your feet?” And the boy responded with, “Yeah, did you?” The girl laughed before the woman said, “I did and I just put on fresh socks.”

I couldn’t sleep that night and I woke up in the morning horny and craving the smell and taste of gorgeous mature feet. I stuck my hand down my sweatpants and rubbed my dick through my boxer briefs until I was rock hard.

When I climbed out of my tent, I brushed my teeth and stopped by the restrooms to pee and wash my face.

I decided to spend my morning going for a bike ride. My body was sore all over, but it felt good to get on my bike again.

Afterwards, I ate cereal and relaxed until lunchtime. After eating a sandwich, I went down to the lake for a few hours, but I didn’t go swimming this time.

When I returned to my campsite, I noticed that Tammy was cleaning pots at her campsite under a blue canopy and her niece and nephew weren’t around. She was wearing a light purple top, cargo shorts, and tennis shoes. I waited until she was finished before I worked up the nerve to approach her.

“Hi,” I said as she turned around.

“Oh, hi,” she said with a smile. “I hope we weren’t being too loud last night.”

“Not at all. It’s a good thing to be reminded to wash my feet before going to bed.”

The woman laughed and said, “You heard that? Well, I’m sharing a tent with two teenagers. One of them takes after their auntie and has not so good smelling feet,” she said as she scrunched up her nose and I could feel myself becoming aroused.

“Oh, I don’t believe that.”

“You don’t?” I shook my head. “Just ask my niece and nephew. Or better yet, I’ll let you come inside my tent so you can have a whiff to see for yourself,” she said with a smirk as she nodded canlı casino her head towards her tent. I know she’s only messing with me, I thought. But I hope she keeps it up. “Just let us know if we get out of hand. Did you sleep well?”

“I didn’t. You?” I asked but I could barely focus on her words.

“I did. At least it wasn’t too cold. But it’s supposed to get colder over the next few days. Are you here alone or are you here with a group?”

“I came alone.”

“I’ve done that many times,” she said.

“Your niece and nephew look like they’re having a lot of fun with you.”

“Thank you. That’s what I hope. I’m planning on starting dinner in a little bit. You’re welcome to join us if you like. I’m making spaghetti.”

“Nice. But that’s okay,” I said. “I brought plenty of food with me.”

“Well, if you change your mind, we’d loved to have you over.”

“I still don’t believe you,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back to her feet.

“About what?”

“What you mentioned before about your…” I had trouble saying the word “feet.”

“About my what?” she asked as she raised one eyebrow.

“Your feet.”

“Oh, I was just teasing you, dear. I do it to my nephew all the time. He hates it when I flick my dirty socks at him,” she said with a laugh. “He’s lucky I don’t rub my stinky feet all over his pillow for being a brat to me.”

“That would be evil,” I said.

“What would be really evil is if I replace his pillow with my and my niece’s dirty socks. I’m sure he’d love that. It was a prank I used to pull on my brothers when we were kids.”

“That’s a good one. But it would work better with smelly socks.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty of those. If I don’t wash my feet every night, they’d stink to high heaven.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” I said.

“You really don’t believe me, do you?” I shook my head. “There’s a reason I wear cotton socks. I also disinfect my shoes and put deodorant on my feeties.”

“Deodorant?” She nodded. “Maybe you do have foot odor.”

“I think he’s starting to get it,” she said as if we weren’t alone.

“I hope I’m not making you feel uncomfortable by speaking this way.”

“I like people with a sense of humor and I never take myself too seriously.”

“That’s good. I’m the same way.”

“Now step inside my tent so you can smell my feet,” she said and I nearly fell over.


“You don’t sound convinced, so I think you should smell them. Maybe it’ll teach you a lesson not to question a woman like me.” Am I hearing her correctly? I thought. As she moved towards her blue four-person tent, I realized she was being serious. I watched as she unzipped her tent door, untied her tennis shoes, removed them and set them down by the door next to a couple of pairs of tennis shoes and flip-flops. Then she stepped inside the tent in her grey ankle socks. “Come on in. Don’t be shy.” I hesitated a few moments before I approached her tent. I removed my hiking boots and set them down next to her tennis shoes. I felt a rush of excitement as I climbed inside her neatly kept tent. She was sitting down in a fold-up camping chair inside. Smart, I thought. I zipped the door closed and sat down cross-legged in front of her. Outside I could hear a bee buzzing around the top of the tent.

“Where are your niece and nephew?” I asked.

“They went bike riding. They won’t be back for another hour or so,” she said as she peeled off her socks and tossed them aside

“I see,” I said and I was happy to see that her toes were painted mint green.

“I love your polish.”

“Thank you. I had my feet done before coming up here. I try to go with a different shade of green each year. Last year I did pine green.” I stared at her lovely bare feet and cute, evenly spaced toes. They looked so suckable even though they were slightly dirty. When she raised her right foot, I got a glimpse of her soft, pink and slightly orange sole with visible dirt on the surface of her skin. “Well?”

“Right,” I said. For some reason, I hesitated a few moments before I moved my face in closer to her foot. As I held it in my hands, I pressed my nose into her toes and sniffed deeply and she let out a loud laugh.

“Sorry. You look so adorable with my stinky foot in your face.”

“It’s not stinky,” I said as I breathed in the vinegary scent of her toes with a hint of sweat, old shoes, and dirt, which combined made my cock twitch and rise in my cargo shorts.

“Oh, it is, dear. I’m sure of it. You’re just trying to be nice.” I continued sniffing the space underneath her toes, desperately wanting to take them into my hungry mouth. “It’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” I asked in between sniffs.

“You clearly have a foot fetish.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“You’ve been eyeing me and my pretty feet since you arrived. But I’ve been eyeing you too. You have a really nice physique, dear.”

“Thank you.”

“I saw you with your kaçak casino shirt off at the lake,” she said with a smirk. “You should walk around like that more often. Isn’t it hot in here? Maybe you should take your shirt off now.” I didn’t hesitate to take my shirt off and toss it aside. “That’s better. Now keep sniffing.” I lost track of time inhaling her sharp, earthy scent.

After a couple of minutes, she let me sniff her left foot and it smelled a little stronger than her right. As she crossed her legs and rested both of her feet on my face, I caressed her calves. Her legs felt smooth to the touch and I was expecting them to be a bit hairy.

“Good thing I brought my epilator or else I’d have Sasquatch legs,” she said with a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t mind,” I said as I continued caressing her calves and smelling her feet. She wiggled her toes and spread them out for me so I could really get my nose between them and it drove me crazy.

After a few moments, she rested one foot on my chest and caressed my cheek with her other foot before planting them both on my face. I loved the feeling of her bare, unwashed feet smothering me and I would’ve done anything to taste them in my mouth. At one point, she placed one foot behind the back of my neck and pressed her other foot into my face.

“I love how excited this is making you. It looks like you’re pitching a tent of your own in your shorts.” With my nose buried between her toes, she let me fall into footie heaven.

After a few minutes, I could feel her other foot rubbing my hairy thigh. “Sometimes I like my feet as dirty as I like my men.” I begged her with my eyes for a taste until I could feel her toes tracing my lips. “Open wide.” I closed my eyes and when I opened my mouth, I felt her big toe on my tongue. And I could taste the dirt as I took it deeper into my mouth. I sucked it slowly and swirled my tongue around the tip of her toenail. She began to moan softly as my tongue snaked between her toes. I sucked on each one gently until they were covered in my saliva. “That’s it. Clean my toes. Clean my dirty, stinky toes. Good boy.”

I continued sucking her toes and cleaning each one. The taste of salt and dirt filled my mouth and made me have to swallow frequently.

“Don’t forget about my other foot,” she said as she rested her foot on my thigh and fed me her other toes. I could feel my dick growing harder as I worked my mouth and tongue over each toe. I sucked on her big toe as she began rubbing herself through her shorts. “You really know how to suck toes, dear. Now I want you to clean the bottoms.” As I held both of her feet up, I buried my face in her dirty soles. I sniffed them hard and kissed them and sucked on the balls of her feet as she wrapped her toes around my nose. I licked under her toe pads a bit before I began lapping her soles and tasting her sweat. “That feels so good.” I let my tongue glide up her soles until they were glistening wet. And I couldn’t resist slipping my tongue between her each of her toes some more.

After worshiping her for almost twenty minutes, she wiped her saliva covered feet off on my trimmed beard and hairy chest.

“While we’re at it, there’s something I always wanted to try,” she said as she bit on her lower lip and teased my bulge with her toes. “Pull your cock out.” I unzipped my shorts, pulled out my hard, erect cock and began playing with it. “Very nice.” I stretched out my legs and lay flat on the tent floor. She rubbed her soles over my abs and teased my cock with her toes as I caressed the tops of her feet. I moaned loudly as she gripped my cock between her insteps and began stroking it up and down.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped and stepped on my balls gently. Then she caressed my shaft before she began stroking my cock again as I admired and played with her toes. Her soles looked so much softer after being properly tongue bathed. She stroked harder and faster and it drove me insane. She stopped momentarily to pick up one of her dirty socks which she tossed at my face. And I held it up to my nose and breathed into it as she stroked me to the edge. When I couldn’t last any longer, my cock erupted, spewing warm semen all over my lower abs. As my breathing slowed down, she rubbed my cock slower and slower until my muscles relaxed.

“That was amazing,” I said in between breaths.

“Dirty boy,” she said as she bit down on her lower lip. “Now clean up your mess,” she said as she reached into her backpack and pulled out some clean socks which she handed to me. I wiped myself off and cleaned up her feet as well. Then I watched as she inspected her soles and gave them a few sniffs. “I can still smell them a bit,” she said as she coughed. “But I’m happy they’re clean.”

As I put my shirt back on and zipped up my shorts, she put her socks back on.

“I’ve never given anyone a footjob before.”

“Well, you could’ve fooled me because you definitely have skills with your feet,” I said.

“Thank you. I could say the same about you and your tongue.” I unzipped the tent door and climb out. I turned my head back around when I heard her say, “Wait. I want to ask you something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

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