Chelsea's Clogs
Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2019 2:05 am
I've had this story on my mind for a while but just recently had time to sit down and write it. Here's part 1.
Chelsea’s Clogs
I was in elementary school when I first met Chelsea. Our classroom had groups of four desks scattered around the room, with each group of having two desks on one side facing the two desks opposite. At some point during the school year, Chelsea and I ended up sitting across from each other and getting to know each other. I don’t remember much about her looks or fashion from this time period, but I do remember that she had a pair of clogs that she would wear just about every day with jeans, sometimes barefoot, sometimes with socks. As time went on, we developed this game where I would attempt to pull Chelsea’s clog off her foot. While I wasn’t old enough to get any sexual arousal out of our game, I do know that I was interested in watching girls play with their shoes which made our game entertaining for me. To my disappointment, Chelsea was very good at keeping her shoes firmly on her feet, though I did successfully get one off on a few occasions. I clearly remember the first of these occasions quite well because as soon as I dislodged her clog, Chelsea let out a squeal, “My Shoooooooe!” and quickly demanded I return her shoe in a panicked tone. Luckily, the classroom was rather loud as we worked in groups, otherwise we would have both turned red in embarrassment. My adolescent fear of my own embarrassment led me to immediately return Chelsea’s shoe to her under the desk, preventing me from seeing her struggle to retrieve it. We continued our innocent game of footsies until the end of the year when Chelsea moved away to another school, permanently ending our game.
Fast forward 10 years to the fall of my senior year of college when Facebook was the newest, greatest thing. I had signed up and started connecting with my current classmates and reconnecting with old classmates. Over the next few days I kept finding and adding more old classmates. One of those former classmates just happens to be my footsie friend Chelsea, who was attending college on the other side of the country in California. We exchange infrequent messages filling each other in on the highlights of our last 10 years. As the Thanksgiving holiday break approaches, Chelsea asks if I would be able to pick her up from the airport and give her a ride to her parent’s house. She offers to take me out to lunch as repayment and like any college student, I quickly accept any offer involving free food. It wasn’t until after I accepted Chelsea’s offer that I thought back to our elementary school days and began to hope that lunch wouldn’t be my only repayment that day.
Chelsea was scheduled to arrive on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and I would pick her up, take her out to lunch, and drop her off with her family as it was on the way home to my own family. As the day finally arrived, I found myself filled with a nervous excitement. From what I could see on her Facebook page, Chelsea was quite attractive even if she was not a ‘perfect 10.’ She had always been relatively short and was still the shortest in most of her photos, probably around the 5-foot mark. Her short stature gave her a ‘thick’ appearance, but she certainly wasn’t overweight, and had what I considered a hot body. As an added benefit, Chelsea was very well gifted in the chest area, carrying what looked to easily be D cup breasts, which she wasn’t afraid to show off given some of the photos she posted.
All of this research made it easy to spot Chelsea as she exited the ‘Arrivals’ door at the airport. Her dark brown hair was down slightly past her shoulders and had a slight natural curl to it and bobbed slightly with each step as she walked towards me. Unfortunately, she was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt with her university logo on the front, which worked well to hide her ample breasts but probably offered the most comfort for a cross country flight. Fortunately, this was made up for by the by the form fitting pair of grey yoga pants she was wearing, certainly also for comfort, but showcasing her lovely figure. Her yoga pants ended just above her ankles, giving way to her tan feet tucked away in a pair of nude colored flats. Apparently, Chelsea had done some research of her own and was able to quickly recognize me among the crowd of waiting family and friends, smiling as she recognized me and quickly walking in my direction with her suitcase in tow. As she reached me, she stretched out her arms and reached up to embrace me in a hug. If Chelsea was on the short side of the spectrum, I was on the tall side, standing around 6’ 4” which meant Chelsea had a long way to stretch, even when standing on her tiptoes. As I bent down to meet her embrace, I could see that stretching to reach me had caused both of her heels to pop out of her flats, exposing her tanned skin and thin black nylon ped socks. As we released from our embrace, Chelsea’s feet found their way back into their shoes, but I did notice a bit of her ped socks were still visible, peeking out of her low-cut shoes near her toes, which I found sexy and began to divert blood flow to certain extremities.
We exchanged greetings and small talk as I took Chelsea’s suitcase for her and began walking to the parking area. After a brief walk, we were situated in my car and on our way to a small café I was familiar with near my university. Parking wasn’t an issue as many people had already left the city trying to maximize their holiday time, and once inside we pretty much had the place to ourselves. We sat across from each other at a small table and were quickly attended to by our server. Once we had placed our orders, I was finally able to focus my attention on the attractive girl sitting across from me. While carrying on our conversation about the past 10 years, I was able to let my eyes drift down to take in the sights beneath the table. Chelsea’s short physique meant her feet could barely reach the ground and as she had crossed her right leg over her left, her left heel was popped out of her flat as her toes stretched to reach the floor. Her right heel was also free from its shoe as Chelsea let the well-worn shoe dangle from toes.
Now that I was aware of the show going on beneath the table, the conversation above the table became harder to focus on. Luckily, our food arrived which gave me some relief from chatting and allowed me to return my focus beneath the table. Chelsea maintained the same position, only now with her left leg crossed over her right with both heels once again free from their flats. Now I was able to watch as she uncrossed her legs, careful not to lose the dangling flat, placing it on the floor allowing her to slip her foot back inside. After a brief pause, Chelsea crossed her right leg back over her left, once again popping her left heel out of her shoe as she stretched to reach the floor.
As her right foot hung suspended in air in front of me, I was able to take in the details of Chelsea’s foot. Her nude flats had clear signs of wear, probably logging plenty of miles on campus. The shoes were very low cut, exposing a healthy amount of Chelsea’s beautiful toe cleavage, except where her nylon foot cover was pulled up high enough to be exposed above the vamp of her flat. The same way as panties sticking out above a pair of jeans or getting a sneaky peek up a girl’s skirt excites some, seeing what was meant to be hidden from view accidentally exposed really got the voyeur in me excited. My attention was momentarily diverted to the tightening in my pants as, if on cue, Chelsea flexed her foot allowing her flat to release from her heel and dangle from her toes. I stretched my own leg out, placing my foot just behind Chelsea’s dangling flat, hoping enough movement from her would send it tumbling to the floor, before returning my attention above the table to our conversation.
Despite bouncing her dangling shoe off my foot a few times, Chelsea never moved it far enough to completely dislodge her shoe. Not wanting to miss my chance, I committed myself to separating her shoe from her foot much like I had during our elementary games of footsie. I glanced down and as her dangling flat lined up with my outstretched foot, I quickly and firmly pulled my leg back towards me, catching her dangling shoe with my foot and sending it flying to the floor and eliciting a “Eeeek, my shoe!” from Chelsea, and déjà vu from me. Chelsea quickly uncrossed her legs and frantically began sweeping the floor in front of her with her shoeless foot searching for her flat. Fortunately for me, Chelsea’s short legs left her with a rather limited search area. Even after resorting to awkwardly leaning over and looking under the table to find her shoe, she still could not reach it on her own. Realizing she could not get her shoe back without directing further attention to her embarrassment, Chelsea pulled her naked foot back and tucked it under her left foot, which had popped out of her remaining flat. “Can you give me my shoe?” she asked.
“Wait, what?” I replied, feigning surprise and confusion at her sudden request.
“Can you give me back my shoe? I can’t reach it and since you’re the one who knocked it off, I’d really appreciate it.”
“What do you mean I knocked it off,” clearly lying to myself and wondering how much Chelsea was buying my innocence act as I continued to deprive her of her shoe.
“Well maybe not intentionally, but your foot hit mine and knocked my shoe off, almost like back in elementary school.”
“Oh yeah, right,” I replied, once again feigning surprise as I leaned over to locate Chelsea’s lost shoe, which I was surprised to find almost at the base of my chair. “I remember those days, you used to get really embarrassed when I stole one of your shoes,” I reminder her as I leaned down to pick up her stray shoe, “Good thing there’s nobody here to see your predicament.”
“Well the waitress will if you don’t hurry up.” Chelsea replied, a little more panic seeping into her voice.
I motioned for her to stretch out her shoeless foot then leaned forward and took her foot in my left hand, making sure to fully take in the moment. I slid my left hand from the middle of her sole along her silky nylon foot cover to the back of her heel to support her foot while my right hand replaced the shoe on her foot, first inserting her toes into her low cut flat then slipping the back of her shoe over her heel before releasing it and allowing her to take her foot back. With her shoe back on her foot and in her control, Chelsea gave me a look that clearly showed she was relieved at not being embarrassed in front of the waitress, but also that she seemed a bit intrigued by what had just happened.
Any tension was quickly broken by the return of our server to deliver the check, making me wish I had held out just a little bit longer to fully embarrass my lunch partner. As Chelsea gave her credit card to the server, I checked traffic conditions to find the quickest way home. While I was distracted with my phone, I felt something bump into my calf and slide up the inside of my leg to just above my knee. I looked down see Chelsea’s outstretched leg with her heel once again popped out of her flat as she teased the inside of my knee, which was as far as she could reach. I looked up to see a flirty smile creep across my companion’s face, but that smile was quickly replaced by a gasp and look of shock as I reached under the table and removed her dangling flat. As soon as I removed Chelsea’s shoe, I could see our server making her way towards our table. I gently tossed Chelsea’s shoe back towards her side of the table, but it bounced sideways and out from under the table.
Before Chelsea could locate her errant shoe and get it back on her foot, our server arrived at our table, looked down suddenly and said “Oh, sorry, I just kicked your shoe away. Here you go,” she said as she used her own foot to return Chelsea’s lost shoe to her, as well as her credit card.
“Thank you” Chelsea replied, her face red with embarrassment as she slipped her shoe back on. After the waitress had left, Chelsea glared at me and said, “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Sorry, I didn’t actually mean for your shoe to end up halfway across the restaurant. You were teasing me, I just wanted to tease you back a little bit.”
The stern look on Chelsea’s face began to fade as a smile creeped across her lips. “I guess I can forgive you since it was kind of my fault.”
“Good. That kind of took me by surprise. I don’t remember the leg teasing being a part of our game”
“Well that was kid footsies, we’re a little more mature now.” Chelsea replied with a wink, leaving me as the embarrassed one for the first time today. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she continued, bringing me back to reality.
Chelsea’s Clogs
I was in elementary school when I first met Chelsea. Our classroom had groups of four desks scattered around the room, with each group of having two desks on one side facing the two desks opposite. At some point during the school year, Chelsea and I ended up sitting across from each other and getting to know each other. I don’t remember much about her looks or fashion from this time period, but I do remember that she had a pair of clogs that she would wear just about every day with jeans, sometimes barefoot, sometimes with socks. As time went on, we developed this game where I would attempt to pull Chelsea’s clog off her foot. While I wasn’t old enough to get any sexual arousal out of our game, I do know that I was interested in watching girls play with their shoes which made our game entertaining for me. To my disappointment, Chelsea was very good at keeping her shoes firmly on her feet, though I did successfully get one off on a few occasions. I clearly remember the first of these occasions quite well because as soon as I dislodged her clog, Chelsea let out a squeal, “My Shoooooooe!” and quickly demanded I return her shoe in a panicked tone. Luckily, the classroom was rather loud as we worked in groups, otherwise we would have both turned red in embarrassment. My adolescent fear of my own embarrassment led me to immediately return Chelsea’s shoe to her under the desk, preventing me from seeing her struggle to retrieve it. We continued our innocent game of footsies until the end of the year when Chelsea moved away to another school, permanently ending our game.
Fast forward 10 years to the fall of my senior year of college when Facebook was the newest, greatest thing. I had signed up and started connecting with my current classmates and reconnecting with old classmates. Over the next few days I kept finding and adding more old classmates. One of those former classmates just happens to be my footsie friend Chelsea, who was attending college on the other side of the country in California. We exchange infrequent messages filling each other in on the highlights of our last 10 years. As the Thanksgiving holiday break approaches, Chelsea asks if I would be able to pick her up from the airport and give her a ride to her parent’s house. She offers to take me out to lunch as repayment and like any college student, I quickly accept any offer involving free food. It wasn’t until after I accepted Chelsea’s offer that I thought back to our elementary school days and began to hope that lunch wouldn’t be my only repayment that day.
Chelsea was scheduled to arrive on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and I would pick her up, take her out to lunch, and drop her off with her family as it was on the way home to my own family. As the day finally arrived, I found myself filled with a nervous excitement. From what I could see on her Facebook page, Chelsea was quite attractive even if she was not a ‘perfect 10.’ She had always been relatively short and was still the shortest in most of her photos, probably around the 5-foot mark. Her short stature gave her a ‘thick’ appearance, but she certainly wasn’t overweight, and had what I considered a hot body. As an added benefit, Chelsea was very well gifted in the chest area, carrying what looked to easily be D cup breasts, which she wasn’t afraid to show off given some of the photos she posted.
All of this research made it easy to spot Chelsea as she exited the ‘Arrivals’ door at the airport. Her dark brown hair was down slightly past her shoulders and had a slight natural curl to it and bobbed slightly with each step as she walked towards me. Unfortunately, she was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt with her university logo on the front, which worked well to hide her ample breasts but probably offered the most comfort for a cross country flight. Fortunately, this was made up for by the by the form fitting pair of grey yoga pants she was wearing, certainly also for comfort, but showcasing her lovely figure. Her yoga pants ended just above her ankles, giving way to her tan feet tucked away in a pair of nude colored flats. Apparently, Chelsea had done some research of her own and was able to quickly recognize me among the crowd of waiting family and friends, smiling as she recognized me and quickly walking in my direction with her suitcase in tow. As she reached me, she stretched out her arms and reached up to embrace me in a hug. If Chelsea was on the short side of the spectrum, I was on the tall side, standing around 6’ 4” which meant Chelsea had a long way to stretch, even when standing on her tiptoes. As I bent down to meet her embrace, I could see that stretching to reach me had caused both of her heels to pop out of her flats, exposing her tanned skin and thin black nylon ped socks. As we released from our embrace, Chelsea’s feet found their way back into their shoes, but I did notice a bit of her ped socks were still visible, peeking out of her low-cut shoes near her toes, which I found sexy and began to divert blood flow to certain extremities.
We exchanged greetings and small talk as I took Chelsea’s suitcase for her and began walking to the parking area. After a brief walk, we were situated in my car and on our way to a small café I was familiar with near my university. Parking wasn’t an issue as many people had already left the city trying to maximize their holiday time, and once inside we pretty much had the place to ourselves. We sat across from each other at a small table and were quickly attended to by our server. Once we had placed our orders, I was finally able to focus my attention on the attractive girl sitting across from me. While carrying on our conversation about the past 10 years, I was able to let my eyes drift down to take in the sights beneath the table. Chelsea’s short physique meant her feet could barely reach the ground and as she had crossed her right leg over her left, her left heel was popped out of her flat as her toes stretched to reach the floor. Her right heel was also free from its shoe as Chelsea let the well-worn shoe dangle from toes.
Now that I was aware of the show going on beneath the table, the conversation above the table became harder to focus on. Luckily, our food arrived which gave me some relief from chatting and allowed me to return my focus beneath the table. Chelsea maintained the same position, only now with her left leg crossed over her right with both heels once again free from their flats. Now I was able to watch as she uncrossed her legs, careful not to lose the dangling flat, placing it on the floor allowing her to slip her foot back inside. After a brief pause, Chelsea crossed her right leg back over her left, once again popping her left heel out of her shoe as she stretched to reach the floor.
As her right foot hung suspended in air in front of me, I was able to take in the details of Chelsea’s foot. Her nude flats had clear signs of wear, probably logging plenty of miles on campus. The shoes were very low cut, exposing a healthy amount of Chelsea’s beautiful toe cleavage, except where her nylon foot cover was pulled up high enough to be exposed above the vamp of her flat. The same way as panties sticking out above a pair of jeans or getting a sneaky peek up a girl’s skirt excites some, seeing what was meant to be hidden from view accidentally exposed really got the voyeur in me excited. My attention was momentarily diverted to the tightening in my pants as, if on cue, Chelsea flexed her foot allowing her flat to release from her heel and dangle from her toes. I stretched my own leg out, placing my foot just behind Chelsea’s dangling flat, hoping enough movement from her would send it tumbling to the floor, before returning my attention above the table to our conversation.
Despite bouncing her dangling shoe off my foot a few times, Chelsea never moved it far enough to completely dislodge her shoe. Not wanting to miss my chance, I committed myself to separating her shoe from her foot much like I had during our elementary games of footsie. I glanced down and as her dangling flat lined up with my outstretched foot, I quickly and firmly pulled my leg back towards me, catching her dangling shoe with my foot and sending it flying to the floor and eliciting a “Eeeek, my shoe!” from Chelsea, and déjà vu from me. Chelsea quickly uncrossed her legs and frantically began sweeping the floor in front of her with her shoeless foot searching for her flat. Fortunately for me, Chelsea’s short legs left her with a rather limited search area. Even after resorting to awkwardly leaning over and looking under the table to find her shoe, she still could not reach it on her own. Realizing she could not get her shoe back without directing further attention to her embarrassment, Chelsea pulled her naked foot back and tucked it under her left foot, which had popped out of her remaining flat. “Can you give me my shoe?” she asked.
“Wait, what?” I replied, feigning surprise and confusion at her sudden request.
“Can you give me back my shoe? I can’t reach it and since you’re the one who knocked it off, I’d really appreciate it.”
“What do you mean I knocked it off,” clearly lying to myself and wondering how much Chelsea was buying my innocence act as I continued to deprive her of her shoe.
“Well maybe not intentionally, but your foot hit mine and knocked my shoe off, almost like back in elementary school.”
“Oh yeah, right,” I replied, once again feigning surprise as I leaned over to locate Chelsea’s lost shoe, which I was surprised to find almost at the base of my chair. “I remember those days, you used to get really embarrassed when I stole one of your shoes,” I reminder her as I leaned down to pick up her stray shoe, “Good thing there’s nobody here to see your predicament.”
“Well the waitress will if you don’t hurry up.” Chelsea replied, a little more panic seeping into her voice.
I motioned for her to stretch out her shoeless foot then leaned forward and took her foot in my left hand, making sure to fully take in the moment. I slid my left hand from the middle of her sole along her silky nylon foot cover to the back of her heel to support her foot while my right hand replaced the shoe on her foot, first inserting her toes into her low cut flat then slipping the back of her shoe over her heel before releasing it and allowing her to take her foot back. With her shoe back on her foot and in her control, Chelsea gave me a look that clearly showed she was relieved at not being embarrassed in front of the waitress, but also that she seemed a bit intrigued by what had just happened.
Any tension was quickly broken by the return of our server to deliver the check, making me wish I had held out just a little bit longer to fully embarrass my lunch partner. As Chelsea gave her credit card to the server, I checked traffic conditions to find the quickest way home. While I was distracted with my phone, I felt something bump into my calf and slide up the inside of my leg to just above my knee. I looked down see Chelsea’s outstretched leg with her heel once again popped out of her flat as she teased the inside of my knee, which was as far as she could reach. I looked up to see a flirty smile creep across my companion’s face, but that smile was quickly replaced by a gasp and look of shock as I reached under the table and removed her dangling flat. As soon as I removed Chelsea’s shoe, I could see our server making her way towards our table. I gently tossed Chelsea’s shoe back towards her side of the table, but it bounced sideways and out from under the table.
Before Chelsea could locate her errant shoe and get it back on her foot, our server arrived at our table, looked down suddenly and said “Oh, sorry, I just kicked your shoe away. Here you go,” she said as she used her own foot to return Chelsea’s lost shoe to her, as well as her credit card.
“Thank you” Chelsea replied, her face red with embarrassment as she slipped her shoe back on. After the waitress had left, Chelsea glared at me and said, “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Sorry, I didn’t actually mean for your shoe to end up halfway across the restaurant. You were teasing me, I just wanted to tease you back a little bit.”
The stern look on Chelsea’s face began to fade as a smile creeped across her lips. “I guess I can forgive you since it was kind of my fault.”
“Good. That kind of took me by surprise. I don’t remember the leg teasing being a part of our game”
“Well that was kid footsies, we’re a little more mature now.” Chelsea replied with a wink, leaving me as the embarrassed one for the first time today. “C’mon, let’s get going,” she continued, bringing me back to reality.