I would like to share this story with you. Hope this is the right place to post. Please forgive my English.
**********************************
Introduction:
**********************************
It was a day of April, a few years ago, but I will remember all the details of what happened this day forever. When I woke up, I did not know I was about to live a dream which I will do my best to describe. I hope you enjoy.
A friend of mine works for her father in their family company. They regularly go to fairs, either as visitors or as exhibitors. Though it is not her job, she can do pretty well as a hostess because she looks really good. On this shiny and pleasant day of spring, they had a stand at a big professionnal fair. It is not the place to go if you want to see hostesses because there are not many. There are no exotic cars either, those people sell boring things. Fairs are not all as sexy as car shows.
In the morning, she called me and asked if I could fetch her a pair of knee-high tights because hers had a run. I went to the supermarket and bought many other articles in order to conceal the tights among them. Do not ask why, I was ashamed to buy nylon socks.
This girl is used to wearing streetwear sneakers or Converses. The fact she wore nylon socks was a clue indicating she had girly shoes on. It was enough to make my mind wander.
On my way to the fair, she called again to tell me that a female co-worker who passed by had just given her a pair of tights so she did not need anything anymore. Yet, she insisted that I visited her because she felt lonely and bored. Her father was discussing with customers and her role was merely to pour them drinks. She offered me to help and spend the afternoon with her. She even asked if I did not mind driving her back home in the evening. Of course, I accepted. I would have paid gladly for that.
**********************************
Entering the fair:
**********************************
When I entered the fair, I was overwhelmed with the noise, heat and also my excitement. I seized every second, enjoyed every moment. I could almost hear my heart beat.
I did not know where their stand were, so a thrilling treasure hunt began. Suddenly, I spotted the logo of the company up in the air. The treasure drew closer. I breathed heavily, my heart was on the verge of exploding. As I approached, she appeared amidst the crowd. I first did not recognize her because I was not used to see her dressed that elegantly. She was more beautiful than ever, a true hostess, a true business lady. I stood still, staring at her from afar, unnoticeable among the other visitors. It was the first time I saw her wearing high heels. My first thought was OMG, she is crazy to be wearing such shoes today, I bet she will be in agony by the end of the day. The less a girl dresses femininely, the more you appreciate it when she does.
I came closer and when she saw me, she gave me the most beautiful smile ever. She looked really happy to see me, what a nice girl! I complimented her outfit.
**********************************
Under the table:
**********************************
There were not many visitors so she offered me to have a drink at a table and sat in front of me. I had no view on her feet, which was extremely frustrating because I was certain she would be heelpopping, dangling and in a word: shoeplaying. My seat was the only position on earth from which one would not possibly enjoy the show. I had to imagine it.
By the movement of her arm, I could tell she was taking off one of her shoes while discussing with me. She grimaced with pain when removing her shoe. Suddenly I heard the "clonc" of her shoe hitting the ground loudly followed by a long silence. I should have gone on talking to her but I stopped, gulped loudly and held my breath. My reaction surprised her and could have betrayed my foot fetish.
It is as though I was thinking about her feet so much that she had read it on my face. I asked: "are you alright?"
She replied :"My feet are swollen because of the heat, I have blisters" and showed me her feet. Do not picture to yourself the disgraceful sight of a swollen foot. Her foot just looked magnificent with the golden reflects of her delicate hoisery.
**********************************
The afternoon:
**********************************
At 3pm, there was a rush of people. My poor friend was litterally running to and fro, she could not stop and rest a single minute.
She did efforts to look cheerful, but I knew she was exhausted. Even if she tried to walk normally, her feet seemed to hurt more and more. She was shifting her weight from one leg to another. She played with her shoes but kept them on most of the time and I admire her courage. From time to time, when she was discussing with someone, she forgot herself and the round shape of her heel popped out. Everytime it happened, I saw it because I kept expecting it.
I was very surprised that she could be so inexperienced yet so good at shoeplaying. Girls naturally know how to do.
Suddenly, she limped to me, walking as a cowboy. Leaning on me with her arm, she took one of her feet out of its leather prison as if to see the damage. She began a series of complaints which I guess were no exaggeration: "I cannot walk anymore. These shoes are killing my feet. My feet have never hurt so much in my whole life. I cannot bear my shoes anymore. I wish I could walk barefeet. I long to be taking off those heels." She was talking to me but I could not reply, I could not do anything except feel sorry for her. Ironically, she invited me several times to look how sore her poor feet looked.
The afternoon seemed endless to her and very rapid to me.
When time came to go home, I was extremely proud of leaving the fair accompanied by a hostess people had been looking all day long. I was the one, the lucky guy, the chosen.
**********************************
On the way home:
**********************************
I inflicted her a little more walking to reach my car on the huge parking, but little did I imagine that the most delightful part of the show was yet to come.
She sat and said: "excuse me but I have to take off my shoes, my feet hurt too much!" Why did she apologize? It is keeping her shoes on that I would have considered a lack of respect. She was offering me the most beautiful gift I could ever dream of.
She took off both shoes and tights and said humorously "hope my feet do not stink, usually they do not". I wished they did but I only noticed a slight scent of hot leather coming from the shoes she had been wearing all day long. If only I could have sniffed the wet inner soles. If only the road to her home was longer.
She put her feet on the dashboard. The cruel shoes had left red marks on them but they still looked wonderful. As I entered the highway, my passenger brutally fell asleep. Her face looked so peaceful, her makeup had partly vanished but a tired girl has a special beauty of its own.
It was really hard a task for me to concentrate on the road. I could not help looking at her feet. It is a miracle that I managed not to crash the car. I wish I could have massaged those cute little feet in pain. When she left me, I inspected the car hoping she forgot a tight but no.
This is it! Thank you for reading!
