I had finally been allowed to come to Romania to visit him after a long 2 years of talking back and forth. He had no idea of my fetish but the object of my desire was at his feet. Hidden in plain sight. His brown leather summer sandals. I had to see them before he decided they were too old and he wanted to dispose of them so I got on a plane and was there the next day. A short train ride later and he picked me up at the train station. We hugged and I noticed that on his feet were the object of my desire. I watched him drive his Dacia home and I could hardly contain my excitement.
Once we got to his house, after the customary dinner, shower and conversation, it was time for bed and for me to shine. Was I tired? Yes. Was I horny? Oh, extremely. I could hardly contain my excitement when I went by the front door and found them there, defenseless, their owner in bed. I picked the right sandal up to my nose and was pleased to discover the slightly sweaty, cheesy scent of his feet was impregnated in the leather. That made me start dripping. I took them to my bedroom, took off all my clothes and climbed in bed with them for what turned out to be a 6 hour marathon of sex with the leather sandals. Penetrating them through the toe holes, rubbing my penis vigorously on the rough leather accents on top of them, I felt so much passion for them. Their odor as I continued to fuck them was a mix of my passion along with the man I admired so much. I couldnât stop. I had to contain myself from making too much noise, but the sexual tension was just too high. I had some of the most explosive orgasms of my life in the manâs spare bedroom. when the clock rang 5:00 AM, I knew I had to return them to their place. Came morning, he slipped on the sandals and I looked at them on his feet. Having worn a condom, there was no evidence of what transpired between us, but that was a very exhausting vacation. He wore them during the day, sometimes barefooted, sometimes with socks, and I ravaged them at night, each night of sex with his sandals feeling better than the last. We bonded over our love for exploring places during the day, fishing and just being together, talking, drinking, eating, just sharing our lives.
5 days of continuous sexual release at the sandals and I was exhausted. My penis was sore and raw from sex with the leather. When it came time to leave, he handed me a gift. The sandals that I lusted after were wrapped in a nondescript grocery bag, and only the floor where they rested were two more pairs of similar sandals, a black one and another brown one.
âI gotta get you to come back next year, maybe Iâll wear them with bare feet more often so the smell is better for youâ. I hugged and he drove me back to the airport. When I got home, I fucked them again and again, and again.
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