When I was twelve my mother decided I should learn how to dance so I went to one of those studios and every Friday night there was a class for young teen age boys and girls. This was back in the early sixties so things were still kind of old fashioned, boys in suits, girls in a dress, stockings and nice shoes. At first I was not happy about my situation and then I quickly realized what a gold mine of feet I was in! First of all, the female instructors wore these amazing fancy sandals that really got me going (and led to many fantasies in bed later) but enough about that for now - what really held my interest were all those girls in stockings and flats and low heels! The class was in the winter so they all wore boots and I made sure to get there early to watch them all removing their boots and slipping on their shoes. (My mother had no idea why I wanted to get there early, she thought it was because I loved dancing so much!
My favorite time was when they would have all the girls put one shoe in a pile and the boys would go and pick out a shoe and match it to the girl and dance with her! With my interest I knew what shoe belonged to every girl and I always made sure to pick a shoe that went to the most beautiful foot! I didn't care how pretty she was - just if she had nice feet! Most of the guys were embarassed and would just put the shoe down for the girl to put on but you can be sure I would slip that shoe on her foot every time!
There was one girl in particular that I liked - she was very plain looking but had wonderful stockinged feet and I usually tried to pick her shoe and I think she liked the attention I gave her but of course I was never able to tell her my real feelings. I was probably the only boy there who looked forward to the Friday night dance studio!
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