Barefoot sneakers jogging and foot worship (public foot worship, bare feet, sweaty feet, foot smell)
The sun was high in the cloudless sky as Katka and Hana, two beautiful Czech girls, set out for their daily jog through the lush park. Both were athletic and fit, with toned legs and shapely behinds that bounced pleasingly with each step. Clad in tight shorts and sports bras, their bodies glistened with sweat as they jogged along the winding path.
Hana removed her shoes and socks, relishing the feel of the grass beneath her bare feet. Her toenails were painted a bright pink that matched her shorts. She wiggled her toes, flexing her arches. “Mmm, I love the feel of the earth on my skin,” she sighed blissfully.
Katka eyed her friend’s bare feet covetously. Although she secretly lusted for Hana’s tootsies, she maintained a friendly front. “Your feet look soooo good, Hana,” Katka remarked. “I wish I could worship them more openly.”
“Oh please, Katka!” Hana laughed, giving the ground another delighted wriggle. “You’ve already told me like a thousand times how awesome my feet are. Though I have to admit, they do get really sweaty after a jog like this. Eh-eh-eh!”
And sweat they did. Hana’s soles, with their cute pink pedicure, were absolutely soaked. Her feet left glistening footprints on the grass as she ran along. The odor of her sweaty bare feet rose up from below, a heady, musky scent that made Katka’s head swim with desire.
“Your feet smell sooo good, Hana!” Katka burbled, practically salivating. “Uuum, they smell SO strong! Aarrgghh, I just wanna grab those sweaty soles and rub them all over my body!”
“I don’t think people would understand,” Hana said. “It would be kind of gross in public. Maybe later, after we shower…”
“I’m sorry, Hana, I can’t help myself!” Katka cried. Lurching forward, she grabbed Hana’s right foot and began rubbishing it all over her face. “MMMMMM, YOUR FEET SMELL SO DAMN GOOD!” she howled gleefully.
“Katka, stop!” Hana giggled, trying to jerk away. But Katka held on tight to Hana’s sweaty bare foot, molesting it mercilessly. “EEEEEWWWWW, SMELL MY FEET, KATKA, SMELL THEM!”
Katka became even more forceful, practically shoving Hana’s right sole up her nose and sniffing like a wild animal in rutting heat. The smell of Hana’s sweaty bare foot was dizzying, overpowering Katka with lust.
“God! Your feet smell SO good! Your feet are SO hot!” Katka bellowed.
Hana collapsed to the ground, laughing uproariously as she squirmed to free her bare sole from Katka’s gluttonous maw. But Katka kept right on griping, drooling all over Hana’s pink-painted toenails.
“S-stoooop! Why are you doing this here, in public?” Hana demanded breathlessly.
“I can’t help it, Hana! I just love the smell of your feet!” Katka panted. “Please let me worship them!”
Hana giggled and shook her head. “Okay, you can worship my right sole a little, but keep it down! We don’t want to attract a crowd!”
“Uhh, yes ma’am!” Katka said, becoming more subdued. With exaggerated care and pent-up desire, she took Hana’s right foot into her trembling hands and held it to her blushing face.
“Oh yes, wonderful… HANA, YOU HAVE SUCH SWEET FEET!” Katka sighed, completely intoxicated by the scent and taste of her friend’s glistening sole. “Tonight, after we shower… you’ll let me worship allll your Pedigoosit odčeníika p usa…” (Translation: “You’ll let me worship all your smelly feet”, play on Czech words for smell, dirty and beautiful)
“You already know you can, anytime!” Hana replied, sighing with contentment as Katka planted dozens of soft, moist kisses on her sweaty sole.
And so they loped along the park path, Katka worshipping Hana’s heavenly feet with quiet delight, her heart swelling with love. Together, they released years of pent-up lust, finding safety and security in each other’s bodies, all through the magic of smelly toes.
> “[She] wiggled her toes, flexing her arches “…
