Posted by Herbie on January 23, 1998 at 03:30:03:

A long time ago I dated a girl that studied in the same university . We began when I was on the second period I think , and she was just beggining . She was cute , 4' 7" tall , long brown hair and eyes , and of course tiny and delicious feet . In fact this was the first thing that attracted me when we first met : she was doing her pedicure at a friend's house . Size six , small but perfectly shaped toes falling in perfect order from the big to the last , nice and clear nails , and a very soft sole speccialy the well rounded heel .
Once I heard that she didn't like much to drive , and after three months I'd really never seen her behind a wheel . Besides this , till today I don't have much confidence in others driving for me , even my wife . I prefer to do myself , except in some situations , that soon you'll understand .
We were invited for lunch at a common friend's house on a sunny Sunday . There was a big table on the yard , and everybody were serving themselves , and sat around the yard . I arrived first and sat in a corner drinking some beer , waiting for her . She arrived an hour later but in a very good looking . A little tight blue jeans dress 4 inches above the knee, red belt , and best of all an exciting pair of red sandals : 4" platformed heel , two narrow straps in the front , exposing all her toes , and only one more strap in the rear held in her heel . Her toenails were painted on a very clear coating , giving an even nicer look to her already shiny nails .
I knew she came by car , and as she was walking around the yard , for many times I saw her heel loosen from the sandal forcing her to often pull the strap back in place . So I began to wander : could it possible to drive with that on ? Paying a little bit more attention , I saw on her absolutely clean and soft feet a slight dirt spot on the back of her right foot exactely where it would rest on the floorboard when not pushing the gas pedal...immediatly I got aroused : she drove barefoot ! Or not ?
Her feet were always a turn on for me , I'd already told her they were nice , but never told about my fetish . But now just imagine her tiny feet , bare and working gas&brake&clutch , made my hart race immediately . But how to be sure , once till now I didn't see her driving ? The very few times we went out on her father's car she asked me to drive , and for the reason I mentioned above she also never drove my car .
The opportunity was closer than I imagined ! Just before leaving she asked me : " There was no parking near , and I left the car two blocks down . Would you bring it to me (handing me the keys), while I go to the restroom ? " Sure , I replied !
It was an old , but in good shape 2 door beige Opel Rekord , with manual transmission . As I entered it I looked at the pedals : clutch and brake ones square and big , and the accelerator narrow and long . They were all clean almost shiny . It took a little time to start , which drove my imagination back to what I was expecting . For obvious reasons , as soon as I parked it in the driveway after turning off the engine , I pumped the gas as much as could to flood it.
In few moments she came outside and I handed her the keys . Still outside the car she asked if I would join her and her sister to the cinema later and I agreed , but as my pulsation was already high I wasn't thinking much about it ... she entered the car , and I was standing by her open window just beside what I was waiting so eagerly . She checked the shift if in neutral , placed her right sandaled foot on the gas pressing it half way and crancked the engine two or three times . It didn't start of course . She tried again and began to pump the gas several times . The old car sputtered a little ... two more sessions of pumping , and nothing happened except my excitation " It's flooded " I told ! " you've pumped it too much " ." This always happens to me " she replied . Although was not exactely what I expected (her feet were still sandaled) , was a great sight , and the thing began to grow harder into my shorts .
So I began to teach : " You have to give a break now . Then keep the gas to the floor a little , and pump it slowly , but all the way to the floor and back . And press the clutch also to make easier for the battery , ok ! "
"Ok!" Two minutes after she placed again her tiny right foot over the gas , and the left over the clutch . As soon as she pushed down the clutch pedal , her left heel loosened from the back strap of her red sandal ( as I imagined ) . I thought she would put it back in place , but she looked down at her feet , withdraw them towards the seat , and made a quick shaking movement with both knees ... still looking down she brought back her feet to the pedals ... but now free , she had slipped out the red sandals , ready to drive barefoot (as it seemed to be usual), and to follow my brief lesson . Then she began to press with her bare feet the clutch and the gas pedals at the same time , as I instructed . As she was not tall , she had to stretch her legs and feet to reach the pedals to the floor ... her delicious soft left toes were stretched and only them were touching the clutch pedal to hold it down , and her right heel suspended inches above the floor with her right toes slowly working the gas up and down , while she crancked the engine ... The car was "really " flooded , and it took several minutes to start under that exciting continuous massage of those pedals . My shorts were looking like a tent... After several tries the Opel finally started .
"See you latter" she told while placing again her bare left foot over the clutch shifting into first , and the right foot lightly caressing the gas pedal , and left .... I thought I would explode.
I walked back home , thinking how a foot fetish can be so exciting , speccialy for what I've just seen . Then I rememberd about the cinema ... geee , what a chance to have it again even closer ... . As soon as I arrived home I called her :

- Honey , what time we're going the movie ?
- 5 pm is ok ?
- Sure . By the way , my father is using my car today , may we go in your father's ?
- No problem , I pick you up

I prepared myself for the great ride , and wore some pants that would not reveal so much what happens inside . At the appointed time she arrived , with her younger sister along.
She was now in dark jeans pant's white t-shirt , and a brand new pair of wooden Dr Scholl's exercise clogs that showed almost all the feet , except for the white strap with a small golded buckle in the middle , just after the toes . For my suprise she had polished her nails in red , my favorite color . I don't need to tell what I immediatelly began to feel ... Her sister was dressed almost the same way , except for the shoes : a pair of black wooden clogs closed in the front , and opened rear , exposing only her heel ( which was also soft , although her feet size 7 i've already seen sometimes at her home , were very far of the beauty and care of girlfriend's ). I thought to myself : It'll be a feast !!!
As we approached the Opel her sister took the keys from her pocket . She would drive . I jumped to the back seat and sat in the middle , where I coud have a perfect view of both : the pedals , and the passenger's floor .
When her sister sat behind the wheel , she was already barefoot . She sat butt first , legs out , slid the clogs off on the curbside , stretched her arm outside , took them in hand and placed them well beside the shift , jammed the gas with her bare right foot to the floor and started the car.
I thought I was in a dream . Both sisters drive barefoot !What a delicious family habit , isn't it ?
It was a short drive to the cinema , about 15 min. , and her sister drove fast , specially in the highway , flooring , upshifting and clutching with her bare feet . She was taller than my girlfriend, around 5' and a bit , so her right heel would be rested on the floor , while the ball of her left feet and toes were rested over the clutch all times . After parking , she wore again her black clogs , but in a different exciting way : outside the car. Altough I was excited with the ride, I was really wishing to see closely my girlfriend driving . After the movie , we went for dinner on a small italian cantina . I asked for wine , and the same did her sister . We didn't drink much , but as the law says "dont drink and drive" I told my girlfriend it was her turn to drive back home , once she had only water. It was already dark . She opened the car , sat on the drivers seat ,and adjusted it to her low stature . I jumped to the passengers seat to watch closer my private show . I was sure she would take off those exercise clogs to drive barefoot . The old Opel had no center console giving a wide view of the floor and pedals below the dashboard , what is excellent from the point of view of any pp foot fetishist . With the interior lights still on , she looked down and unleashed her Dr. scholl's clogs on the far left side of the driver's floor . Immediately my erection began , as she placed her right bare feet over the gas to start the car and after stretched her tiny left one the clutch to the floor . Her red polished nails made a nice contrast to the clear very well treated soft skin and her dark blue jeans pants . Her pants were a little bit longer than should be hidding her heels and ankle . It seemed that she always spent time and attention to her feet , otherwise they would not look so delicious . My erection prolonged for the next 15 min drive back home watching those sweet small things massaging the pedals . I couldn't see much , once it was already night , but flashes of the highway lights came every few seconds from my side revealing her feet driving bare . She stopped at my door , and we both came out the car for a quick kiss ; her sister was along we couldn't do much. Her feet were again into the small clogs . As I'm taller than her she had to stand in the tip of those tiny toes to kiss me revealing her soft pink soles stretched perpenicularly to her clogs . I almost couldn't sleep that night .... dreaming with her feet .
On my way to the university early in the morning I used to give her a ride twice a week on the days that our class times matched . Usually on Tuesday and Thursday I would pick up her on the way about three miles from my home , at a supermarket's parking . It was a bit long drive , about an hour in heavy traffic . On Monday I began to plan : How to make her drive my car for that long , as I knew she didn't like much to drive ...?
I decided to fake being a little sick on the next day . I called her early in the morning :

- Dear , I'm not feeling good enough to drive today .
- What happened ?
- My stomach is aching . Must be something I ate yesterday .
- Why don't you stay home ?
- I can't miss my classes , I'll have tests next week . I already took some antiacids , and later I think I'll be better
- What do you want me to do for you ?
- I pick you up at the same place , but would you drive for me the rest of the way ?
- Of course ! I'll be waiting at the parking the same time .
- Ok , thanks .

Done ! I thought . I had at that time a VW Golf from the older models with round beams , that I kept always in very good condition and cleanliness .It had also no center console . Just a small one around the gear shift , that did not block the sight of the pedals from the passenger's seat . I drove up to the market's parking , and there she was waiting , dressing a blue medium size skirt , white no-sleeve shirt , and again those exciting red 4" platformed heel sandals on her feet . I parked and stepped out of the car already excited expecting a wonderful drive . She came up and asked :

- How are you feeling ?
- A bit better , I said
- Do you still want me to drive ?
- Yes , please !

I went to the pass. side and sat . She placed her books on the back seat , and positioned herself on the driver's seat adjusting it forwards . Her hand and toe nails were still perfectly polished on red . The show was about to begin . Before starting the Golf , she lowered the back strap of her right sandal with the point of the left one , and vice versa . Her heels were then loose of the sandals but her toes not free yet , so suspening both feet a bit above the floor , and with a quick rhytmic movement , shaked them out of the red sandals . Already barefoot , rubbed her feet on the carpet spreading the toes, like drying some sweat of her soft soles . We were all ready for the ride : her bare feet , and my growing under the pants .
She pushed the clutch to the floor with her bare left foot , and lightly pressed the gas with the right . The long drive on heavy traffic would require lots of clutching and braking . My car's clutch pedal was a bit heavy like most VW's making her tiny toes spread over the pedal and look wider when holding it . On the other side the accelerator was very light and sensitive needing only a light touch of the ball or the big toe of her right feet to go . What a sight !!! I couldn't take my eyes off her barefoot driving feet .
After some minutes , she noticed with the corner of her eye that I was staring at her feet , and asked :

- What are you looking at ? My feet ?
- Yep ! I think I already told you they're nice .
- Do you mind if I stay barefoot while driving ?
- Nope . It's up to you . You must know what you're doing .

So she began to explain , while my cock was getting even harder :

- I drive barefoot almost always . I don't really like much to drive , you know , it makes me tense . My hands and specialyy my feet sweats a lot , so almost any sandals go slippery under my feet , and I got used to remove them to drive better and safer .
- Only sandals ?
- No . Since I drove barefoot the first times I got accostumed it and I remove any shoe to drive . I like to "feel" the car through the pedals under my feet to control it better . I don't remove only when I'm on sneakers with socks that keep my feet dry , but it's rare . When I go out knowing I'll have to drive I always look forward wearing something easy to remove in the car and drive barefoot , like clogs , sandals , or slippers !

Gosh ! I didn't expect for such detailed and exciting explanation . As I had already imagined it was a habit ! Why I took so long to discover it ? After all her explanation my imagination flew away , on long trips , bothering (for her)flooded engines , stuck situations , etc... all being worked by her delicious bare feet . I almost forgot to fake some stomach pains to justify my request . I was fully excited , and had to cross my left leg over the right one to hide a little the tent under my pants . How I desired to be those Opel , or my Golf pedals being caressed , massaged , floored , with her lovely soft exciting feet and toes . When we arrived at the campus , she did the same way as her sister : handed her sandals outside the car and stepped on them directly from the car . Very sexy . I had to explode and went straight to the men's room .
After the classes I drove back home . She had other things to care , and went on her own . But my fetish had been already fullfilled on that day .
As I told before I don't trust in others driving for me , but today I completely forgot about it . Her feet magnetized my attention so much that i didn't even look to what was happening around .
I've always been a foot fetishist and what happened today was extremelly exciting . I would have to override my lack of trust to satisfy this sensation , but only if my girlfriend drove barefoot of course ...
I never told her that driving barefoot drove me wild . The next times I would have to plan something to force her to present my favorite show . Better would be if I found a way for her to do it naturally for me .
It came soon . One day , exactelly where I always picked up her , she asked if she could drive that day ... After checking what she had on her feet I said : Of course ! It was a hot day , and she was wearing a black jeans shorts revealing almost all the thighs, white top , and some nice 1" platformed brown leather slippers which would be hard to drive with . I was staring on them and as soon as she sat on the driver's side I told her :
- What a nice pair of slippers you have ! New ?
- No - she replied - but I seldom use it . They're a little heavy , I can't drive with them . I will drive barefoot , ok ?
Immediatelly she threw them off ( seemed that she forgot the expalnation she'd already given me 2 weeks before ) . Her skin was tanned after a weekend at the beach and toenails polished on clear ivory - wonderful contrast - her toes looked like small candies waiting to be bited . It was a breathtaking view of all her legs and barefeet working up and down my VW Golf pedals on the heavy traffic . On the few seconds I could take my eyes out of that astonishing scene , I decided to ask :

- Why you asked to drive today ?
- Well , I think I need to get more used to heavy traffic , in order not to get so tense when I really need to drive .

I couln't believe in what I heard ... exactelly what I needed , and coming form her own ... So I replied :

- That's great !(making an effort to hide my hapiness) Let's make a deal : we go together twice a week right ? So whenever you wish , or when I'm tired or in no mood for traffic , you drive , including our escapes on weekends ! Ok !!
- Would you let me ??
- Of course . We'll be helping each other ( how much ...wow ....) . But I keep the right to refuse when I'm in a hurry ,or something alike , ok ???
- Sure , the car is yours...
- I promisse to keep the carpet an pedals clean , so you don't dirt your nice feet when you want to drive , ok !
- Ok ! By the way, I like to rub my feet on a towel before and after driving to dry the sweat . Can I bring one to keep here in your car ?

What would you answer .....? " Sure , it's up to you " I replied . What a delight !!! At least once a week , my private show was guaranteed . Unfortunately some times I simply had to refuse her request : generally on cold days she was on sneakers! Fortunately she didn't notice this was the reason . But whenever she were on sandals , pumps , slippers , clogs , mules , I had the opportunity of seeing all of them being removed and put back , all collors of nail polish , and all the positions a pp fan can imagine of bare feet pumping . By the way , ( for those who like it , like me ) she never wore nylons ...