Okay, so crazy story, but before I tell it, there’s some very important “Need to know” facts:

1. (AND MOST IMPORTANTLY) Ziggy Alberts was in town!! Who’s Ziggy Alberts? He’s kinda my favourite musician ever!! He’s off beat in terms of “pop culture music” , so you probably haven’t heard of him, which is why you should be looking him up after you’re done wanking to my insanely soft soles being l*cked!

(Unless you really don’t like alternative folk music... Then don’t.)

2. Regardless of the fact that I did end up really enjoying having my feet “worshipped” for the first time, none of this EVER would have happened unless Ziggy Alberts was in town, so keep that in mind! I don’t just let random students l*ck my feet, even if my feet are super pretty, and probably should be getting “worshipped” on a regular basis...

3. I said student because I’m a full time Ski Instructor, so I spend a lot of time in warm socks, and even warmer boots... Like, A LOT of time! Let’s just say that the soles of my feet are always crazy soft because of it, especially when I wear my Sorrel’s! (Winter boots that were made to wear barefoot...)

4. As a Ski Instructor locked in warm, fuzzy, cozy boots all day, flirty foot comments and full on foot l*cking sessions are not something that I’m used to. At all.

Don’t get me wrong, as you’re about to see, my feet are super f*cking pretty, but they’re in boots all day! I mean, in hindsight, that probably makes my feet like, ideal for foot guys right? With my bare feet in winter boots all day, my soles get all soft, sweaty and sensitive...

Not to mention I naturally smell good, so I’m guessing my footwear conditions would make my feet smell really good too? You foot guys like soft, sweet, sweaty soles don’t you?

Anyway, my point is that it’s not like I’m a lifeguard in flip flops, or a CEO in sexy, sassy heels, popping my arches out of them and destroying any possible foot fella’s in my office! My feet are always c*mpletely covered, and none of my students could ever actually see them during any instruction course I teach!

And 5. Ziggy Alberts is one of those musicians who occasionally does secret concerts at l*ttle pubs around town. Nobody knows he’s playing these things until the same day, when he suddenly makes a post of when and where he’ll be playing! This morning when he posted he’d be playing at the “Night Owl” pub in town, I was already at the beginners lodge gearing up for class... Nowhere near my phone!

By the time I was done getting all set up for my beginner instruction course at noon, he had already made a second post saying how c*mpletely flattered he was that tickets had sold out so fast! WHAT?! No, no, no NO! I was actually kind of freaking out!

I bet I was hands down his biggest fan in town, and yet somehow, I had c*mpletely missed out on this whole thing!? It felt so unfair! I would have given anything to see him play one of his secret shows...

I was so legit sad about it, that when I greeted my noon class, I apologized in advance to them if I was tough on them as an instructor today. I told them about my loss with Ziggy, and while pretty much all of them looked at me with c*mpletely blank faces, clueless to who or what the f*ck I was talking about, one guy came up to me as the class was gearing up for the bunny hill... He told me that he “felt my p*in” for missing out on tickets, because he had just barely managed to snag one before they sold out!

I get that he was trying to “feel bad ” for me, but rubbing it my face about how he had a ticket wasn’t helping, and I had a quick fantasy of flicking him really hard in the forehead! Instead I congratulated him as dry and sarcastically as I could, and set my focus to getting this day over with, so that I could get onto more important things: Getting my hands on one of Ziggy’s Tickets!

Here’s where things get juicy... This same guy, we’ll c*ll him “Douche who got a Ticket” guy, decides he’s gonna be keen on chatting and flirting with me for the rest of the day! Like, he did it as often as he could throughout the rest of the lesson!

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he even starting making super random compliment's at me! First he complimented me on my Sorrels, so when I harmlessly thanked him, saying I like them because I get to go barefoot in them, his interest in my “boots” really spiked... He started making weird small talk, about how my feet must be so soft and warm in them, and that’s when I knew something was up! That’s just too creepy and random a thing to say to a girl!

“Douche who got a ticket” guy has a foot fetish!! In that moment, I decided I’d get a l*ttle revenge on him, playfully whispering, “Oh yea, I mean, the bottoms of my feet are already crazy soft and pampered from all the pedicures I get, but these warm, toasty boots make my feet EVEN softer...”

I’m pretty sure his mind broke trying to process what I had just said to him. His eyes glazed over, it looked like he was about to drool or something, and I could have sworn I saw his d*ck jump in his ski pants! I walked away proud of myself, leaving him in whatever creepy, horny, foot fetish agony that just gave him!

As my class ended that afternoon, he waited for most of the other people to file out before approaching me... Oh great, I thought to myself, here comes the foot perv for more! Get this, he comes right out and apologizes for being so curious about my feet, but that he has:

“A wild foot fetish, would love to take me back to his place, make me a drink, slip me outta those boots, and worship my feet!”

It get’s better! As if that wasn’t an absurdly creepy enough a thing to say to a girl he just met, he said he’d also “Really love to record it!” As in film us!! While he l*cks my hot, soft, sweaty feet!? Are you f*cking kidding me? Who the f*ck asks someone that?! Let alone someone they just met!? I said what any sane person would say: “NO F*CKING WAY.”

Oh Ziggy Alberts, how I must truly love you so... Yea, that’s the card he pulled. He told me that he’d give me his concert ticket if I’d let him do it, reaching into his bag, pulling it out, and offering it towards me...

10 minutes later, I was locking up with him, Ziggy Alberts ticket in hand, on my way to his hotel chalet to make a “foot worship” video!!?? This perv was in for the feet treat of his life, because even though I was trying to be a b*tch when I teased him about my feet, everything I had said was true, especially the part about my soles...

I have very soft, very cute, very “Juicy” (I guess is the best word?) soles. Also, the soles of my feet are kinda a pink hue like c*tton candy, so this creeper was in for the some pretty amazing feet!

He mixed me a drink, grabbed his camera (attached to a tripod!!?) , had me get comfy by the fire and dove right into my feet! As he slipped away the first of my boots, revealing the perfect foot I had bragged about, the look on his face told me that I had some of the sexiest soles he had ever seen. See, told ya!

So... It probably had a lot to do with the fact that I had been teaching barefoot in my Sorrel’s all day, so my soles were hot and super sensitive, but the foot l*cking/kissing felt pretty f*cking amazing! Like, he found a sweet spot or something in the arch of my foot and it gave me total goosebumps overload!

Then... He legit started sucking on my toes! Like full on sucking them!! It was actually pretty hard not to give into how good it actually felt at this point! It doesn't change that I still thought this was all so weird and random, but at that point, I was thinking I may have plans to be f*cked later that night after the concert...

Also, my feet haven’t just gotten crazy soft from being locked in winter boots 6 days a week, they’ve also gotten more and more ticklish!! At one point, he tickled my feet!! Still, all things considered, I think it was a win. I got my Ziggy ticket, got a few free drinks, a sensual foot worship/rub, AND a d*ck to ride later!

(Should I feel like coming back for more...)

To Be Continued?

xoxo

-Ski Instructor Gwen

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