I had an experience back in college that always stood out to me. This was one of the first times I had ever really smelled a girl's socks.
I and a bunch of friends were having a get together at my place. It was standard practice for us and guests to take our shoes off at the door. I had one cute friend, Asian (Chinese), glasses, about 5’2”. The best way to describe her was that she looked like a typical nerdy girl (which she was. All of us were). Anyway, for some reason, she had a habit of taking her socks off in addition to her shoes.
At some point, we all went to the guest room. I got up to head to the bathroom, and my girlfriend asked me to tidy up the shoes at the door. I decided to gather up my friend’s socks to put in her shoes—didn’t have foot sniffing on my mind. When I grabbed them, I noticed they were really damp. That’s when the foot fetish center of my brain activated lol. They were white ankle socks with a strip of pink around the ankle, but they had gone almost gray, presumably from sweat. I couldn’t resist smelling them and holy—I actually pulled my nose away a bit first. Not that I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t prepared for the intensity. I sniffed it again, and took it in: I still haven’t smelled a smell quite like it.
I and a bunch of friends were having a get together at my place. It was standard practice for us and guests to take our shoes off at the door. I had one cute friend, Asian (Chinese), glasses, about 5’2”. The best way to describe her was that she looked like a typical nerdy girl (which she was. All of us were). Anyway, for some reason, she had a habit of taking her socks off in addition to her shoes.
At some point, we all went to the guest room. I got up to head to the bathroom, and my girlfriend asked me to tidy up the shoes at the door. I decided to gather up my friend’s socks to put in her shoes—didn’t have foot sniffing on my mind. When I grabbed them, I noticed they were really damp. That’s when the foot fetish center of my brain activated lol. They were white ankle socks with a strip of pink around the ankle, but they had gone almost gray, presumably from sweat. I couldn’t resist smelling them and holy—I actually pulled my nose away a bit first. Not that I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t prepared for the intensity. I sniffed it again, and took it in: I still haven’t smelled a smell quite like it.
