Fiction - Flat Sandals. (Young guy and woman.)

[BrisSandals]

As Sudsey has been writing some great stories here over the years, based on his interests, I'm inspired to write one of my own stories, about a young guy who has developed a flat sandal fetish and spends a week staying with a woman who might just have one as well. It's not likely to involve heel or sneakers that much.

I'm going to write it in a slightly anonymous style, without names, which may help readers visualise the story their own way. Also, I'm an Aussie, so I'll be using English-English, so expect the letter u where it should be.

Hey Wetshoe, as Sudsey has his stories in the sneaker section, and as we have no flat sandals section, and the stories involves female participation, I'm posting it here. Feel free to move it if you want.

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Chapter 1.
For the last year of my schooling, we had moved to New Zealand. The thing with schools there, were the uniforms. My last school we never had them, but in New Zealand we had white button up shirts, grey shorts and the stranger thing, unisex sandals. It took me a while to get used to the while uniform, but especially the sandals.

Both sexes wore the same pair, black with thicker straps at the front that had a strap and buckle, with an ankle strap and buckle. It did not take me long to shift my curiosity in women's sandals to these as well. Quite often when home alone I was masturbating while wearing them, thinking of the girls I went to school with wearing the same type of sandals as I. Being almost 18 I was pretty active in my exploration, and the sandals were something I couldn't get my mind off of.

I was constantly distracted at school, and had to train myself to not get caught staring at the girls in their sandals. I reckon I'd been caught by a few of the quieter, nerdy girls, but they had never said anything to me about it.

My parents had to make a sudden trip overseas, and had arranged for me to stay with my Dad's cousin in the other side of Auckland. I had met her a few times at Christmas and Birthday parties, and being the young man I was I had fantasised about her a lot. I was going to stay with her a week, and I as a little nervous about it. I had to live with a woman I'd fantasised about. Staying with her that long would certainly give me more to fuel my imagination: her appearance, her clothing, her house.

I caught the bus to her place on the Friday after school, and my parents had already left my stuff there: clothes, toiletries, my gaming console and the like. She let me in when I knocked, and hugged me, asking how my day was. I politely replied, dropping my bag on the floor near the door. She was wearing a blue floral summer dress, that went down to her knees. It had small straps over the shoulders, and I tried not to stare. I'd seen her dress up for the parties, but in her casual clothes I noticed how pretty she really was. She was in her late thirties and lived alone in her three bedroom house.

She offered me a drink and snack, and I sat on the floor in front of her lounge to watch the TV, as she had the Cricket on. She returned with drinks and cookies, and we sat and watch the game, and chatted about my studies. I told her that I only had a few weeks to go until I'd graduate, and she asked what I was studying. Not that there was any ice on her side, but it had definitely broken and I had relaxed around her enough to not get distracted enough to look at her in a way she'd get uncomfortable. At least I thought as much.

As my parents and I had lived in a country without Cricket, I'd barely learned much about it while at school. She had picked up on that and was explaining the rules to me as I watched. She had made a joke about something, and I turned from the tv to share the laugh with her. I noticed that she was looking at my sandals, as I had me legs out in front of me. She immediately looked back at the tv, and I did too. My heart had skipped a beat. She had been looking at my feet in the black sandals...
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[BrisSandals]

Chapter 2

A few minutes later she asked if I wanted another drink, and I said yes. She moved off the lounge and went into the kitchen, and she passed in front of the tv I stole a glimpse of her feet. Her nails were trimmed and she had a shiny clear polish on them. I looked up from them, and noticed that her empty drink was alcoholic. As I looked up at her, her sideways gaze at me quickly turned into a smile. She quickly made a joke about thank god it was Friday, and I agreed. My attention returned to the tv while she was away. I wondered to myself if I shouldn't have been wearing shoes inside, and she was giving me a polite message that I should have taken them off when I came in. For a few seconds my brain took a few tangents, including one thought that maybe she liked the sandals in the same way I did. I dismissed it, thinking I must have been the only person on the planet who was weird and liked sandals.

One of the New Zealand players was caught, and I called out to her what had happened. Her reply about the result came from further away than I was expecting, he voice sounded like it wasn't from the kitchen. When she returned to the lounge, another couple of drinks in hand (another alcoholic one for her), I told her what had happened in the game. She explained a little more about the game to me, and that allowed me to look at her. She was more attractive than how I had been fantasising about her, and I realised that I had lost track briefly of what she had been saying. I thought her last word was uniform.

I frowned, apologised that I had misheard her, and asked if she meant what the players on the tv were wearing. She chuckled, and I was afraid she would then have known I had allowed myself to be distracted by her. She quickly repeated herself, asking how hard it had been to go from wearing casual clothes at my last school in America, to now having to wear a uniform. I was honest, and said that it had initially been weird getting into it each day, but since the other students wore the uniform it had been easier recently. She asked if the school allowed girls to wear shorts, and I said that they did, being a fairly liberal school they were okay with that. She nodded, saying that she thought that was cool. I added that skirts were still optional. She smirked, and jokingly asked if that applied to the boys as well. We had a laugh, and being now relaxed around her, I involuntarily scrunched my toes in the sandals, something I did only when I was wearing them while masturbating. It caught her attention, and again my heart skipped a beat. I asked her if I shouldn't be wearing sandals inside, and she replied that she was fine with it. She was about to say something else, but didn't, and took another sip of her drink.

She told me she was a little embarrassed to admit it, but when she had first moved to the country, she had bought a pair of the same sandals as the ones I was wearing, but in brown. She said that she didn't know they were school sandals until she wore them the first time at a supermarket and noticed high school boys wearing them. They had been looking at her in them.

I suddenly wished that I'd have been one of those boys. Seeing her, the object of many a fantasy of mine, wearing the style of sandals that have been a turn on for me since I'd had them. Again she finished a sentence that I had missed while distracted, but I did hear her say that she never wore them outside again. Without thinking I asked her if that meant she still wore them inside, earning a grin from her with the word 'sometimes'. She added that it was a shame that they were school sandals, because they thought they were cute. I was feeling warm inside, and I might have been beginning to blush. I told her that I thought they were cute too, although to me they were much more than that. I thought that just opening up to her a little, despite how nervous I was in the moment, might help me hear more from her about the sandals.

I wasn't expecting her to keep asking questions. She asked me if I thought they were cute when the girls at school were wearing them, or if I thought that the sandals were cute by themselves. I felt myself getting an erection as we spoke, and I replied with just the word 'both'. She looked again at my sandals, and smiled. My thoughts ran wild, I had just told her that I was into sandals, but was she into them like I was? Turned on by them?

[BrisSandals]

Chapter 3.
We sat in silence watching the game a while longer, and I heard her shift in her seat. She asked me if what we'd been talking about made me uncomfortable, and without looking at her, I replied that I was okay with it. She continued, saying that she was then feeling comfortable wearing her sandals too.

I turned my head to see that she had now been wearing the sandals she had told me about, and my eyes widened at the sight of them on her feet. They were exactly the same stlye worn by the students at my school, the same style as the ones I had on my feet, just brown instead of black. She had them draped over the edge of the lounge in a way that they were less than a foot away from my head, pointed towards the TV, giving me a perfect view.

I looked at the sandals on her feet for what felt like an eternity, soaking in the view of her feet, toes with a clear nail polish, the two leather straps over the toes joined by a buckle, and the strap around the ankle with a buckle.

I'd seen this style of sandal on the girls at school daily, but never this close. I remember telling her that they were very pretty, and she thanked me. She asked me what I thought was pretty, and I replied that everything was. She asked me what I liked, and I paused, glancing at her for the first time since I had returned from the toilet. Her gaze was inquisitive, but cheeky.

I looked back at the sandals and answered her, saying that I liked the straps over the front of the foot with the buckle. I again felt my erection growing, and I uncrossed my legs and put them back out in front of me, hoping that changing my sitting position would help my shorts hide any bulge. I was very interested in her asking me questions, at this point with her sandals dangling before me like a carrot I would tell her anything she wanted.

She asked me if I liked the colour, and I immediately said that I did. She asked me if I wanted to know what she liked about her sandals, and I said that I did.
She said that she also liked the colour, but she really liked the leather material. What she said next made me blush, She added that she loved the smell of them. I felt myself twitch in my pants.

She then asked me if I'd ever smelt my sandals, and I nodded, my eyes fixed on the closest sandal to me. She asked me when I smelt them, and I paused. I knew I was carried away in the moment, and that she really wanted to know my answers for her own interests.

I told her that the first time I did that was when they were new, before I wore them to school the first time. She asked me if I liked it, and I said yes. She was directing the conversation, and I was enjoying it. She asked me how I felt doing it, and I said that I'd felt weird. She asked me for more words to describe it, and I added the word hard.

She caught on the word, and continued. She asked if I meant the sandals made me hard, and I nodded. I nodded or replied yes to the questions that followed, about touching them, smelling them, that made me hard.

She asked what I did about the sandals making me hard. I replied that I'd played with myself, and she stopped asking questions. I finally looked away from her sandals and at her, to see her looking intently at me, a hand slowly tracing circles on her dress where her breast was, and I could see the nipple was pushing against the dress fabric.

She asked me if I wore the sandals when I masturbate, and I told her that I did. I couldn't believe where this conversation had taken us, and my heart was racing. My erection was straining in my underwear. I was talking about being turned on by the sandals we were both now wearing.

I didn't have any time to feel embarrassment, for she then responded that she had done that too. My eyes darted back to the brown school sandals on her feet, and I pictured her naked on her bed, wearing nothing but her sandals. My hand had found my bulge in my pants, and I gently squeezed myself. The feeling was amazing, but I was still very nervous.

We were talking about masturbation and being aroused by School Sandals. A half hour ago I’d never have dreamed about talking about this with anyone, let alone someone else (a woman I was a removed cousin to!) who shared my attraction.

[cdnslippers]

Fantastic story so far !. Glad that you posted an update. I didnt realize this was here and loved every moment. The sandal pic is sexy too

[forest4422]

Brilliant. Very sexy....... Please continue the story.

[BrisSandals]

Brilliant. Very sexy....... Please continue the story.

You're welcome, Forest. Your videos and photos over the years on various sites (Hamster, Pornhub, HSS) have always been favourites.



I'm working on the next chapter this week. I hope my readers are okay with the slower story pace. I like being a bit more descriptive than other writers.

[Mattmon]

Really awesome story! Really look forward to seeing more of your work could just picture every moment and i was just thinking 'damn i wish i was that guy'

[FlatsFetish]

Love the story. I can't wait to read more.

[BrisSandals]

Chapter 4.
She lifted her toes in the sandals, and I quietly gasped. She told me that she would be okay if I wanted to touch them, and I looked in awe between her toes, the sandals and then her face. She smiled, slowly moving her closest foot towards me a little, so that it was about ten inches from my face. I managed to ask her if I could, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

She looked at me expectantly, and I wasn’t sure if that meant she was allowing me to touch her sandaled feet, or wanted me to ask her properly. I reached up towards her, and asked again, if I could touch her sandals. Her eyes locked with mine as she said that she wanted me to.

My fingers softly touched the brown leather closest to me, the part of the front strap that covered the small toes. I swallowed, looking between my fingers tracing the strap, the buckle over her toes, the strap over her ankle, then up to her eyes. She shared her gaze between my fingers on her sandal, and my eyes. She had an anticipatory expression, and was slightly biting her bottom lip.

She then asked me if I liked touching her sandal, and I told her that I really did. She told me that I could also touch her foot too, and I moved my fingers over her clear polished toes, the front buckle, the top of her foot, then to the top strap. My breath stuttered when I ran my finger along the side of her foot, where it sat on the sandal’s footbed. She then let out a quiet approving sigh, and I continued to trace my fingers over the sandal and foot.

My face was then closer to the sandal, a few inches away, and I poured over every detail in front of me. When I looked at her again, she had been gently squeezing her breast. She asked me if I thought both of our sandals would smell the same, and I immediately wanted to know. I asked her if it was okay to smell her sandal, and she had said yes straight away. I leaned the last few inches to her, closing my eyes and inhaling.

I recognised the familiar leather smell, but I could also smell her. I moved to her toes, taking another breath through my nose, then another. I opened my eyes to see her lifting her toes under the strap, and I put my nose between toes and where they had left small toeprints. I took in the aroma of it all, and found myself gently squeezing my erection again. I could feel her toes on the side of my nose, and my hesitation faded away.

She moved her other foot over, and I changed to it, holding it in my hand while looking at it closely. Her big toe and foot arch were closer to me this time, and I smelt her again, the strap over her toes first, inside the arch next. I scrunched and stretched my toes in my own sandals, and heard her sigh again. I hadn't been like this with anyone before, and savoured every second. She wasn't bossing me around, but she certainly was leading...whatever this was. She scrunched her foot in the sandal, and the sound of the strap across her toes softly stretching drew my fingers there, and she gently caught one of my fingers between her big toe and the next. I involuntarily licked my lips, which she must have noticed.

She uncrossed her legs, bring her left foot back closer to me. She asked me if I wanted to taste, and I was suddenly so eager I interrupted her by saying yes. I hadn’t realised that was something you could even do with feet and sandals. I poked my tongue out a tiny bit, lightly touching her small toes, then the strap and buckle. It was bliss, and I tasted the skin and leather. I still smelt the sandal while I licked, and wondered if she had done this too.

I then licked from the side of the front strap, over the top of her foot, and across the top strap. She whispered to me that she liked me licking her feet and sandals, and I softly groaned that I did too. I kissed her toes, closed my eyes, then took what big toe wasn’t covered by strap, into my mouth. I gently sucked and licked the toe, but also the footbed where her toes sat. She allowed herself a soft moan, which caught my attention. She had her eyes closed too, and opened them to look into mine.

She asked me if I was hard. Had I have not been as captured by the moment I might have lied, been embarrassed by it all and said no. Surely she could see my erection in my shorts, but our talking was certainly a part of our arousal. I managed to say only yes, but as she lifted her toes for me to lick under, I added that I was hard. She asked me again but in a different way, asking if my penis was hard.

I stopped and looked down at my shorts, interested that she said penis instead of other, ruder words for it. I saw that I had been so hard that I had leaked fluid through my underwear and shorts, and the small wet patch was visible. I said that my penis was so hard it was sore. I looked back at her, and her hand hand now moved to between her legs, still on the outside of her blue silky summer dress. She was rubbing herself.

[forest4422]

Getting even more interesting. Looking forward to see what happenes next....