High on Feet

It was a flawless May afternoon. I wound down my window in the car to let in a cooling breeze. The sun was beaming down a blistering heat from a cloudless sky. The trees and hedgerows flew past in a blur as I drove the old familiar road out towards my parents' house. Having reached retirement age, they were enjoying their twilight years with frequent trips abroad. This often led to requests for me to call out and check over their house in their absence, to lift mail and water plants as needed. I had planned for a quick visit to the countryside. But fate had other plans in store.

The main road back to my parents was closed for roadworks which meant having to drive the narrower country lanes. I turned off the main road early, remembering a few shortcuts I could take to get around the closure. As I zig-zagged from one lane to another, I suddenly came upon a delightful view. She was quite tall, about 5 8" or 5 9", with a slender build. She was wearing figure hugging running gear which perfectly accentuated her long, lean legs and a sculpted ass. Her midriff was exposed with her chest wrapped in a tight running bra. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail. On her feet was a pair of pink and black running trainers with neat ankle socks. She was running at a brisk pace, but I slowed my car as I drew closer. She was wearing ear pods and clearly off in her own world.

She suddenly faltered and I watched as she tripped and fell sideways into the hedgerow. I promptly stopped the car and climbed out. I heard her lamentations and colourful language as I approached.

"For fuck sake! Ah!"

"Need some help?" I asked as the girl turned her head towards me.

I recognised her immediately. Ella had gone to a different high school but lived near to my parents and floated in a similar friend group. We had met several times at house parties and one of the other guys in my year had invited her as his date to our formal. I always found her attractive and her looks had not faded. Her face flickered with recognition.

"Oh wow! Small world! Yeah, if you don't mind."

I reached out a hand and helped her clamber to her feet and out of the hedge. She was limping on her right foot and wrapped an arm over my shoulders.

"Can you walk on it?"

"Ah! Barely. Must have twisted it."

"What happened? I was just driving along when I saw you and next thing you were in the hedge."

"Must have stepped into a pothole in the road. They are everywhere on these country roads."

"True enough. What brings you out here? I thought you went overseas for college?"

"I was but am back visiting my folks for a few weeks. They let me stay in the spare bedroom above their garage."

I opened the passenger door and allowed her to slide onto it. I knelt and softly gripped the trainer of her right foot.

"Can you rotate it?"

"Ah! No, not easily. Must have twisted it."

"You'll likely need to elevate it and get some cool pressure on it."

"That sounds ideal. Just need to get home."

"Is your folks place far from here?"

"Just over that hill." Ella gestured towards a wooded hill a short distance away.

"I can drive you over then. Save you doing any more damage limping these roads."

"You sure? Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Nothing important. Just headed out to my folks to check on their house. They are away on holiday for a few weeks. I can drive you over on my way there."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

I closed the passenger door and returned to the driving seat, setting off down the country lane. Ella's family lived in a very remote converted farmhouse in the middle of the countryside. As I drove, we chatted about what we had done since high school. She had got a Master's in Computing and was working for a tech company but did some freelance work on the side in graphic design. Like me, her parents had gone away on a cruise and asked if she could mind the house. They kept some chickens and other farm animals so needed someone to keep an eye on them. We rolled up the rough laneway to the house. The main farmhouse was to the right with their two-car garage on the left. The whole property was surrounded by huge trees with an overgrown lawn and small orchard tucked at the back side of the garage.

"Thanks for the lift. Just need to manoeuvre myself into my room now."

"I can help you in. Do you have cool stuff for the compress? You will need to rest for a bit."

"Should have something in the freezer. The spare room has a small kitchen."

I climbed out of the car and helped Ella to her feet. She gingerly limped with her arm over my shoulders as we approached the side door of the garage. She removed a key from her pocket and opened the door, revealing a small staircase which took us to the upper floor. As she threw the door open, I could smell a hint of weed in the air. The room was more spacious than I expected. Just inside the door on the right-hand side was a small living area with a sofa, an armchair and a TV. Beyond, in the far-left corner was a small kitchen with a sink, microwave, oven and a mini fridge freezer. In the right-hand corner was a double bed with a small alcove tucked into the left opposite it which was presumably a small bathroom. The ceiling was vaulted with bright sunlight pouring in the skylight windows

"Just on the sofa should be fine." Ella said.

I carefully lowered her onto the sofa and she extended along its length with her trainer clad shoes pointed towards me.

"Where is the cold stuff?"

"There should be a bag of frozen peas in the freezer. Oh, and there's a metal box on my bedside table, can you bring it over?"

"Sure thing. First aid kit?"

"Sort of." Ella said with a smirk.

I opened the freezer drawers and quickly found the frozen peas. The metal tin was about the size of a pencil case and was sitting on the bedside table. I returned the tin to Ella and sat at the far end of the sofa close to her trainer clad feet. I elevated her right ankle and carefully placed the frozen peas on it.

"Oh, chilly!" Ella giggled. "Thanks for this. You really didn't have to do this."

"No trouble. I didn't have much planned for today. Plus, could hardly leave you stranded in a hedge."

"Still, I owe you one. Do you partake?" Ella queried. She opened the metal tin to reveal some weed and papers.

"No thanks. Something you picked up in college?"

"Yeah. It's not a big habit or anything. Just like to get a buzz every once in a while. I guess in this case it is medicinal." Ella said as she wrapped a joint.

"Do your folks mind?"

"Not really. They rarely come over here anyway from the house. As long as I keep it out of there, they seem cool with it."

"Surprised there are dealers out here."

"There isn't really. It's a total dry zone. So, I grow my own. I have a small kit I keep in a cupboard back there." Ella pointed behind her towards the bed.

She lit up the joint and took a long drag, exhaling through her nose.

"Oh, that's the stuff. Might not be running for a while but this should help with the pain."

"Surprised you run at all on those roads. Must be hell on your feet."

"It's not great. Compared to running in the city anyway."

Ella cocked her head back and lay it on the armrest at the end of the sofa, her eyes part closed. I looked down at her trainer clad feet in front of me and had a notion.

"You should maybe take off the trainers? Might be better to have less pressure around the ankle in case it swells."

Ella raised her head and looked at me, taking a further draw on her joint before she replied.

"Guess you're right. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." I replied.

Ella looked down at me as I carefully untied the laces on her trainers. I started with her left one and slowly slid her foot free from it. As I removed the shoe, I soon sensed the first hints of the pungent aroma from her foot. Her sock was visibly wet from sweat and in places I could see the outline of her toes and sole.

"Apologies in advance if my feet are a bit ripe. I had been running about an hour when you bumped into me."

"Honestly, it's fine."

"Why? You smelled worse?" Ella said giggling.

"Not necessarily, but they don't smell that bad." I fumbled in reply.

Ella continued to watch as I focused on her right foot. I had to be more careful given her sprained ankle. It looked to be slightly swollen and I loosened the trainer as much as I could before softly sliding her foot free. I placed both trainers on the floor.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

"Much better." She replied.

"Your feet feeling a bit sore from the run?"

Ella eyed me as her lips curled into a smirk.

"Well, yes. Since you ask." She giggled. "Why? You offering a foot massage?"

"Not necessar..." I tried to reply.

"Because that would be great." Ella cut me off.

She returned her head to the armrest and slid her feet closer to me on the sofa. I raised them gently on to my left leg and took them between my fingers. The sweat had soaked through Ella's socks, making them sticky to the touch. They had visibly been drenched in sweat everywhere covered by her trainers. I softly kneaded her feet with my fingers, rubbing the balls of her feet and massaging each individual toe.

"God that feels amazing!" Ella said dreamily. "Don't know why I never paired getting baked with getting a foot massage before. You're actually very good at it."

"Thanks. Just good practice I guess." I replied.

"Good practice? You like giving foot massages or something?"

"Umm, sort of. I mean I find it relaxing too in a way."

Ella lifted her head and eyed me again.

"Really?" She said with a smirk. "Well, hopefully you're not one of those guys whose into feet. Otherwise, next thing you'll want to smell them..."

I felt heat rising around my neck and my cock started to twitch in my trousers. I read Ella's eyes and wry smile and sensed her toying with me.

"Wouldn't that be weird..." I replied.

"Very..." Ella replied, raising her sock clad left foot into the air.

I softly cupped the heel of her foot and leaned my face into her foot. As my nose reached the sticky surface of the sock I took a deep inhale. My breath fluttered and my eyelids flickered as the pungent stink of her feet drowned my nostrils.

"Oh wow..." Ella giggled. "So, you don't get high on weed but you do get high on the funk of women's feet?"

"Just a little bit..." I replied, continuing to sniff her foot.

Ella responded by raising her injured right foot as well, holding both in the air beside me. I leaned in and allowed her to smother my face with both feet. I drew in long, lingering breaths, feeling the sweaty, powerful aroma washing through my body. My cock was now surging in my trousers as the stench of her soles flooded my body.

"And just how high are they getting you?" Ella quizzed, her eyes flicking down to my lap.

I followed her lead and opened my trousers, letting my cock spring free. Her eyes widened and her lips curled into a smile.

"Holy fuck! Didn't realise you were packing that! Well, you didn't want any weed for your kind help, so I guess having fun with my feet seems a fair trade."

I softly grasped the top of each ankle sock and peeled them free from each foot, seeing how the soaked cotton stuck to each sole. After removing the socks, Ella eyed me with a smile as I held them to my face and inhaled deeply. My breath faltered as the overpowering odour of sticky sweat washed through my nostrils. I let the socks fall to the sofa as I returned to cupping Ella's heels in my hands. Leaning forward, I softly brushed my nose against her bare feet. Her socks may have held a strong aroma, but the source of the pheromonal scent was even stronger. My cock involuntarily surged and twitched with each soft sniff of Ella's feet. She continued to take long draws of her joint, exhaling in long drags as she watched me. She coaxed me on, extending her left leg and wriggling her slender, scented toes against my nose. My body quivered and my breath faltered as I felt her soles and toes, damp with perspiration pressing at my nose and lips.

"Fuck. Who had any idea you were such a naughty pervert for feet?" She giggled.

"You're not too bothered by it?"

"Of course not. I always saw myself as pretty open minded. Plus, I have to admit, it's pretty hot watching you get so obsessed over my sweaty feet. I mean, it's just so dirty..."

"And I haven't even sucked your toes yet..."

"That would be amazing."

Following my lead, Ella softly probed between my lips with the toes from her left foot. They quickly wriggled into my eager mouth and I wrapped my lips around her big toe. The tangy, salted flavour of her toes exploded on my tongue. The taste was sensational, electrifying my tastebuds and sending impulses through my body. My eyes shut and I let out a spontaneous groan of bliss. My mouth grew hungrier for the piquant, pervasive, delicious taste of her wriggling toes. I took two, then three of Ella's toes into my mouth, exploring each toe and the spaces between them with my swirling tongue. Ella let out an irrepressible sigh of delight, her body tensing as she gripped the sofa with her right hand.

"Oh holy shit! I had no idea this could feel that good. It's like you're properly feasting on my toes."

"Well, what can I say? They are delicious."

"You have no idea how good it feels whilst this does its magic." Ella said, gesturing to her joint. "It's like the warm sensation of your mouth and tongue is heightened..." She trailed off, her head cocked backward to the ceiling once more.

I softly grasped both of her soft, sticky soles and caressed them between my fingers as I hungrily consumed the flavour from her toes. I took each individually between my lips, sliding them in and out to extract the surface taste before swirling my tongue around them and between them, hunting out every morsel of the powerful, musky taste. The salty, pungent taste of her sweat was strongest between the toes, where they had been pressed together in her running shoes. Ella continued to coo and sigh with blissful satisfaction at the end of the sofa. She emitted occasional words of encouragement as she bathed in the euphoria of the high from her joint and the sensual worship of her feet.

"Mmm, my feet are really feeling better already after the battering they got on my run. You should have suggested this sooner rather than being so coy..." She giggled.

"Well, I can be a bit shy about it. Not all women are so open to it."

"I can't see why not. I mean, shit. It's so intense having a guy use his lips and tongue on your feet like this. It's like you're worshipping them. Plus, how hot it is seeing you get so flustered over them. How much do you want to jerk off right now?"

"Quite a lot."

"Well, I'm not going to stop you. Stroke that hard dick and get off on my funky feet." Ella sighed.

I followed her lead and started stroking myself with my right hand as I cupped her heels with the palm of my left. I finished my exploration of her wriggling toes before turning my attention to her slender, creamy soles. Ella's feet were quite long, proportionate to her tall frame. From removing her trainers, I had seen she was a size 7. This gave her long, slender soles. I pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply on the untouched, strong scent and grazing the ball of each foot with the tip of my nose and my stubbled face. Ella continued to emit soft moans as she brushed them against my face, flexing her toes against my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the centre of the ball of her left foot, the most flavoursome part of her foot. She let out a sudden laugh of excited surprise, feeling my lips and tongue sucking at the salty, pungent flavour. Desperately cleaning the sweaty perspiration and massaging her foot with my warm wet tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah. Go to town right there. Mmm, that feels so fucking good." Ella purred.

Encouraged by her sighs of contentment, I increased the pace of my worship and stroking, flicking my tongue across the ball of her foot as I jerked my cock. I repeated my attention on the ball of her right foot, urged onward as Ella pressed her foot against my lips to feed my frenzy. The powerful, pungent aroma and irresistible tangy taste inflamed my senses, flooding my nostrils and coating my tongue. I could only emit hollow groans of delight with my eyes rolling back as I worshipped her feet in a frenzy. Ella's left foot lowered and I soon felt her toes teasing the shaft of my cock, gently probing and flexing against its length as she eyed me with a wry smile.

"Mmm, yeah, so fucking naughty. My feet must be absolutely ripe from that run and you're loving every bit of them. So fucking devious. Stroke that big hard cock whilst you lick my sweaty feet. Let go of all inhibitions. Show me what a pervert you are..." Ella purred.

"Mmm, fuck Ella, I'm such a dirty perv for feet. I love how your sweaty feet taste. I want to taste every scrap of sticky sweat..." I panted in reply.

Ella gazed down at me her lips curled into a mischievous smile. She returned her joint to her lips, taking a long draw. Smoke billowed from her nostrils and snaked its way towards the ceiling. Her eyes burned into me, taking in the view of a pervert lustfully licking and sucking at her tired sweaty feet. The combination of the high from her weed with the sensation of a warm wet tongue and hungry lips exploring her feet clearly pleased her. Ella continued to purr words of contentment, cocking her head back to face the ceiling as I alternated my worship between each foot whilst stroking myself. In search of the final pockets of flavour from her feet, I ran my tongue along the arch of her foot, from close to her heel all the way to her big toe. Ella let out a shuddering exhale.

"Ohhh fuck yeah. Mmm lick my arch just like that. Fuck your tongue feels so sensual when you do that..."

My breath was becoming shallower, and I felt my excitement building to a peak between my legs as I eagerly licked and sucked at the last pockets of flavour on Ella's feet. The taste was still strong along her arches, the pheromonal musk and sticky, sharp taste of perspiration coated along their length. Ella sighed with delight with each pass of my tongue. I alternated with each foot, running my tongue in long strokes of each arch and culminating in a soft suck on the toes of the foot before turning to the other. My breath started to falter, my exhales turning to moans and grunts as I felt myself nearing the edge of bliss. Ella exhaled one final puff of smoke to the ceiling before raising her head. She looked down at me again, sensing how close I was getting.

"Mmm, you going to make a big sticky mess from licking my sweaty feet?"

"Oh fuck yes Ella I'm so close..." I panted in reply, pressing my lips and nose once again into her soles.

"Cum in one of those. Don't want to make a mess on the sofa." Ella said, flicking her gaze down to her worn discarded socks on the sofa.

I followed her lead and hastily picked up one of the sweat soaked socks and pulled it over my cock. I slid myself deep enough so the tip of my cock was surging inside the toe of the sock, feeling the humid touch of Ella's sweat against it. All inhibitions were now cast off. I dropped my left hand and Ella braced her core, raising her feet and pressing them against my face. She giggled as I snorted and frantically flailed my tongue around her soles, arches and toes, hunting for the last fragments of sweaty flavour.

"Go on you dirty footboy. Cum in my sweaty sock. Cum for my sweaty, rank feet. Show me how hot and hard licking and sucking them clean got you."

"Oh fuck Ella! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Ohhh fuuuuu.....!" I trailed off.

My body tensed as impulses surged through me like electricity. I felt my cock erupting, spurting its warm load into the damp sock around it. I felt as though I was having an out of body experience as every sensation heightened. I drank in the last breaths of the sweaty aroma from Ella's feet, catching my breath as the final sprays of cum left me. My eyes opened to look down at the mess in my lap. Thick globs of cum were starting to soak through the toe of the sock and I could feel trails running down my shaft. Ella slowly lowered her feet, bringing them to rest on my left leg.

"Holy fucking shit." I exhaled as I started to catch my breath.

"That good huh?" Ella giggled.

"Absolutely sensational."

"I know, it was so fucking intense. I mean, it was like you were just totally obsessed with my feet. Seeing your eyes roll back in your head and how you licked them so frantically."

"You enjoyed it then?" I queried.

"I mean, it wasn't unpleasant. I have to admit, if I wasn't baked it might not have appealed so much. But the combination of being high whilst you were doing it was just fucking insane. And judging by the mess it definitely worked for you." Ella joked.

"Have to admit, the sock was a good idea. You don't mind it getting ruined?"

"I thought it was needed. You might have hit the ceiling otherwise! Don't worry about it. I can chuck it in the wash with the rest of my running stuff."

I peeled the sock off and wiped the remaining residue from myself. I zipped myself up before turning back to Ella.

"One hell of a reunion." I joked.

"Definitely. Plus I know a lot more about you now than I did in high school!"

"Are you hanging around here for a while?"

"Why? Fancy calling over for a movie night and more toe sucking?" Ella giggled.

"Not necessarily... just..." I fumbled.

"Ha! Relax. I actually wouldn't mind that. But I'm only here for another couple of days. My folks are back from their holiday on Sunday and I'll be heading back to the city then."

"Can maybe get a proper catch up before you go. Hope your ankle feels better in the meantime."

"Honestly? I practically forgot I even injured it!" Ella laughed. "But thanks for being such a gentleman and helping me home. At least, you were a gentleman until the kinky foot guy came out."

"Glad to help. Do you need anything else?"

"Nah, I think I will just chill here for the rest of the day. Best head out and check your parents' place. But you can always call around for a drink before I go?"

"Sounds like a plan."

We said our farewells and I made my way out and down the staircase to the yard below. As I reached the car, I heard a call from the window above.

"Hey! We could always grab a drink in town on Friday night. I am sure I have a couple of pairs of heels I could dig out..." Ella said, smiling down from the window.

"That sounds like an even better idea. Look forward to it."

She closed the window and retreated inside. I turned the car and returned down the sun-soaked lane to the main road. My mind was still racing and my body in bliss as I drove around the quiet country lanes. I tasted the final remnants of flavour from Ella's size 7 feet on my lips and tongue and knew I would have to taste them again.