I Smelly Feet
((Here's a true story about how I made someone sniff my feet before))
It had been a long day at school. I was worn out and sweaty. I got onto my school bus to head home, and most of the seats were taken so I just decided to sit with this one kid, Payne, a 14 year old freshman. I've known him since elementary school but we weren't necessarily "friends", but we didn't mind sharing a seat. My mom had dated his dad so I had been to his house a few times. So it's not like we were strangers.
Halfway through the ride home, my feet started to become unbearably uncomfortable in my shoes. So i slipped out of my shoes.
After a couple of minutes I could smell them really good. I had intentionally worn these socks for the past two and a half weeks so they were nasty! I looked over to Payne's face to see if he had caught of a whiff of my feet yet. If he did, he didn't show it. Wanting to be evil, I crossed my foot over my leg, giving me a perfect view of my white sock that was gray with sweat and dirt. The smell was so strong! Payne looked over this time, making a disgusted face when he saw my foot.
"Can you please put your shoes back on," he complained, "I don't want to smell your feet."
"Tough luck," I told him. "I'm trying to be as comfortable as possible." I wiggled my toes in response, moving my foot towards Payne and tapping him on the chest. I positioned myself so I could stretch my leg out further, putting my socked foot right next to his nose.
His face contorted, showing his complete and utter disgust. "Can you please stop..." he said shyly, a little embarrassed, not wanting anyone to see what I was doing to him. He grabbed my foot with both hands and attempted to push it away but I overpowered him.
"Keep grabbing them and give me a massage," I said between laughs. What I was doing to him was really funny to me. Payne gave up and released my foot, sighing, and turning away.
Placing myself on the very edge of the seat, I lifted my legs up and faced Payne, using my left foot to rub his ear and his cheek. I rubbed up and down, obviously annoying Payne, but he decided to ignore me. With my right foot, I put my socked toes right over his nose. He tried turning his face away but I pressed my toes harder into his nose, pushing his head back into the seat and keeping him in place.
Nobody else seemed to notice what I was doing except for my friend who sat in the seat across from us, and he was laughing his ass off!
The bus turned onto our street. I had two minutes until I had to get off. So I took my right sock off and squeezed his nose between my bare toes. He had just stopped resisting. He instead closed his eyes, looking like he was silently praying that I would stop torturing him. We got closer to my house so I finally let him go, put my sock back on, and slipped into my shoes.
"Finally..." Payne sighed with relief. And I got off the bus.
It had been a long day at school. I was worn out and sweaty. I got onto my school bus to head home, and most of the seats were taken so I just decided to sit with this one kid, Payne, a 14 year old freshman. I've known him since elementary school but we weren't necessarily "friends", but we didn't mind sharing a seat. My mom had dated his dad so I had been to his house a few times. So it's not like we were strangers.
Halfway through the ride home, my feet started to become unbearably uncomfortable in my shoes. So i slipped out of my shoes.
After a couple of minutes I could smell them really good. I had intentionally worn these socks for the past two and a half weeks so they were nasty! I looked over to Payne's face to see if he had caught of a whiff of my feet yet. If he did, he didn't show it. Wanting to be evil, I crossed my foot over my leg, giving me a perfect view of my white sock that was gray with sweat and dirt. The smell was so strong! Payne looked over this time, making a disgusted face when he saw my foot.
"Can you please put your shoes back on," he complained, "I don't want to smell your feet."
"Tough luck," I told him. "I'm trying to be as comfortable as possible." I wiggled my toes in response, moving my foot towards Payne and tapping him on the chest. I positioned myself so I could stretch my leg out further, putting my socked foot right next to his nose.
His face contorted, showing his complete and utter disgust. "Can you please stop..." he said shyly, a little embarrassed, not wanting anyone to see what I was doing to him. He grabbed my foot with both hands and attempted to push it away but I overpowered him.
"Keep grabbing them and give me a massage," I said between laughs. What I was doing to him was really funny to me. Payne gave up and released my foot, sighing, and turning away.
Placing myself on the very edge of the seat, I lifted my legs up and faced Payne, using my left foot to rub his ear and his cheek. I rubbed up and down, obviously annoying Payne, but he decided to ignore me. With my right foot, I put my socked toes right over his nose. He tried turning his face away but I pressed my toes harder into his nose, pushing his head back into the seat and keeping him in place.
Nobody else seemed to notice what I was doing except for my friend who sat in the seat across from us, and he was laughing his ass off!
The bus turned onto our street. I had two minutes until I had to get off. So I took my right sock off and squeezed his nose between my bare toes. He had just stopped resisting. He instead closed his eyes, looking like he was silently praying that I would stop torturing him. We got closer to my house so I finally let him go, put my sock back on, and slipped into my shoes.
"Finally..." Payne sighed with relief. And I got off the bus.
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