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It was a Saturday in September, towards the end of summer. It was a superb weather, a dazzling sun, most women were bare legs or at least, if they wore jeans or pants, barefoot in their sandals or shoes.
I had done some shopping and had settled on a terrace in front of a refreshment, and what do I suddenly see at a table next to mine, across the passage driveway ? A Pretty Woman of thirty years, in jeans (alas !) but rising high on his ankles and, it was there that my gaze hung, barefoot in Pretty Ballerinas of a very dark blue, underlined by a golden line above a small heel of about one centimeter. The upper of her ballet flats covered her toes but left the top of her feet wonderfully bare. She was alone but was soon joined by her husband and little boy. Too bad for the very hypothetical contact but, while talking with her husband and son, this young woman offered me a real show of Barefoot in their shoes of great refinement. I had a perfectly clear view to the bottom of his table and could not miss a crumb of his movements, at a distance of about five meters … almost at hand.
At first, her feet were ravishing and well-groomed, not too tanned but slightly pulled and the sight of her smooth, matte skin surrounded by this dark blue leather was of rare beauty. I am always captivated by the appearance of leather on the skin, it is often extremely sensual !
But that’s not all. Without having to make the slightest effort, the arrangement of the tables and chairs being by chance very favorable to me, I had a direct view of her petons and, like so many women, she crossed her legs, the one on the top leaving the foot hanging which began to play with her ballerina : pull her out of the foot, hold her hanging on her toes, and even at times just the thumb, gently swing her shoe, tilt the foot upwards so that it fits again around the heel. Myself barefoot in very airy sandals, I watched with all my eyes, making sure to hide my game as best as possible. I was a happy voyeur !
It lasted a long time, she stooped her legs for a moment and put her right foot back on the ground, in her shoe, then crossed her legs in the other direction and started the same game with her left foot again: holding her shoe hanging, almost vertical, at her toes. Several times, I thought that the ballerina was going to fall to the ground … but no, she was holding her thumb and, three seconds later, had her foot firmly wedged in her pretty shiny leather case again before starting the game again.
And the husband did not suspect anything, did not see anything and, God knows, perhaps had been completely indifferent to this so delightful and refined spectacle. Basically, there are relatively few men who pay attention to barefoot in their shoes and footwork with their shoes. I must nevertheless point out that this “dangling” is captivating only barefoot, the wearing of stockings or socks being totally devoid of charm in this kind of situation. For me, barefoot in pretty shoes is my No. 1 fetish since my childhood and I also like, as far as possible (as soon as I’m out of work), myself being barefoot in various moccasins and sandals. I will even say that it is an absolute need because it is only in this way that I feel really good, and this regardless of the weather it does. Still it is necessary to choose shoes and sandals well : it is more difficult for men than for women, there is much less choice , and it is also necessary to harmonize the clothes accordingly. In short, it is necessary to “know” to be barefoot in sandals or moccasins but I find that the direct contact of the leather around the foot is infinitely more “alive”, pleasant, comfortable and erotic than the socks that prevent the feet from breathing. And it is barefoot in moccasins or sandals that we tend to “dangling”, it comes by itself.
And avoiding socks to the maximum, the feet and ankles take on normal colors and are no longer blafard as in so many men.
And so, looking at this charming step of two of a foot and her ballerina, I was perhaps much more aware than this young woman of the feeling so pleasant that she had to feel…
No, I didn’t particularly want to lick her feet, at most to caress them, naked in their beautiful shoes, to let my fingers run along the border of dark leather and skin.
Totally bare feet can be very pretty but shoes or sandals chosen with taste spice them up, emphasize them and give them a poetry and sensuality that they do not have alone. I did not feel frustrated at all, on the contrary I enjoyed the moment and intensely tasted the charming show. What happiness in itself that moment !