A Chance Encounter In A Parking Lot
Published on Thursday, November 29, 2007
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Sarah is a woman who is probably twice my age,
possibly in her early forties, but I didn't dare ask. It's just not
polite to ask a woman her age. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I
was transformed into a blubbering idiot. She has the most amazing feet! She
has high arches, perfectly pedicured toes, and her feet are some of the
softest I have ever had the pleasure of touching. I should know because
I got to touch them the first time we met. My fate was sealed on that
day because of a chance encounter, and some clumsiness on my part.
Meeting her certainly wasn't planned, but I'm very glad that it
happened.
I'm not normally a clumsy guy, but you'll understand
whar happened when you read my story.
I had just gotten out of the grocery store, and into
the parking lot next to my car when I first saw Sarah. Or rather, I saw
the backside of her after she had leaned over to load some groceries
into the back seat of her car. Apparently she was trying to put some of
her groceries on the other end of the seat to make room for more when
she raised her left leg to gain better access into her car. She
practically disappeared into her car when her sandal slipped off of her
foot to reveal a perfectly wrinkled sole, which was facing my direction
in full view as she rested her left foot on the back seat. I was in foot fetish heaven!
Sarah was
only inches away from me since I was parked next to her car. The sudden
sight of her perfectly wrinkled sole made me lose the grip I had on my
grocery bag, and it slammed onto the ground. The breaking sound of a
small glass jar filled the air, and the imported capers that were
inside of it, along with its juices, spewed out all all over the place.
Sarah immediately turned around to look at me, and exclaimed, "Oh my!"
"Sorry," I quickly replied. Just as quickly I added, "Please
stay right where you are. There's broken glass, and I don't want you to
step on any of it."
"Thanks," she
said to me with an amused look on her face. Instinctively, she
immediately pulled her right foot into her car, and rested it alongside
her left foot, which was now a bit under her butt as she sat on the
back of her heels. The action of sitting back on her heels caused her
remaining sandal to fall off of her foot. It hit the ground with a thud
to fully reveal another perfectly wrinkled sole.
Now there were two wrinkled soles facing me. I could hardly stand the
excitement. I tried to maintain my composure. With some nervousness in
my voice, I apologized once again. "I am SO sorry. If you just give me a
moment, I'll clean up this mess right away so that you can safely step
out of your car. I have a little hand broom in my car. Just give me a
second."
"I'm in no hurry," she replied with a little laugh while
twisting her head a bit to look back at me.
I couldn't be sure if she was amused by what I had done, or if she was
intrigued by my quick offer to clean up the mess that I had made. She
was clearly comfortable sitting on her heels, and made no effort to
change her position. I was quite happy about that. After all, it seemed
that she would have been more comfortable turning around in the seat to
talk to me rather than twisting her head to talk.
"You don't mind sitting there like that, do you?" I asked after
quickly grabbing the hand broom from my car.
"Not at all,"
she said. "It's quite comfortable, and it's nice to
get off of my feet." Then she quipped with a knowing
smile on her face, "Besides, it seems that you like the view."
"Oh, that!" I replied back with a sheepish grin on my
face. "I didn't mean to," I
practically stuttered. I wanted to finish my sentence when she
knowingly finished it for me.
"Stare
at my feet?" She properly finished it for me.
"Was
I THAT obvious?" I asked.
"Not
really," she answered. "I just pick up on that kind of stuff. My
husband has a foot fetish."
"Wow! And you have perfect feet," I told her with
enthusiasm. "Your husband is a lucky man."
"Thanks," she replied. "But he doesn't pay
much attention to my feet anymore."
"No way!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes way,"
she said with a laugh.
By now I had brushed up whatever glass that was on the ground between
our two cars. I don't know how I might have missed it, but I suddenly
saw that some juice from the broken jar had splashed onto the sole of
Sarah's right foot. There were also two capers that had gotten
themselves trapped in the toe arch of soft skin that separated her big
toe from the one next to it. Without giving it any thought, I reached
over to pick out the capers, touching her foot, but I suddenly stopped
myself short. "Whoops," I said to her. "I guess
I should have asked first."
"Yes, you should have," she teasingly scolded me as she
looked down to see the two capers in her toe arch. "I should
punish you by making you get those capers with your mouth. But I guess
that wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it?"
I was shocked by her remark, but also very aroused. She
was clearly having fun at my expense. It was a price I was happy to
pay. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Nobody was.
I hadn't come up with a response yet when Sarah said to me, "Don't
worry. My feet are really clean. I just got out of a long bath before
coming to the store." Thinking that I might be one of
those guys who prefer dirty feet, she added, "Unless
you're into dirty feet, in which case I can step out of the car to walk
around barefoot for a while."
"Actually, I'm into clean feet," I told her. "Would
you really be okay if I ate those capers off of your feet,"
I asked.
"Sure,"
she replied back. "It might be kind of nice. I haven't had a
mouth or tongue on my feet for a long time now, but you'd better hurry
because someone might come around."
I didn't waste any time. I quickly looked to see if
anyone was around. An older couple was walking by, but they were
engrossed in their conversation, and heading straight for their car. As
soon as they passed by out of view, I leaned over to put my mouth over
those two capers as I gently grabbed onto the sides of Sarah's soles. I
could smell the caper juices, but I could also smell a definite hint of
some kind of lavendar soap. It was an odd combination to be sure, but
for me the smell of her clean feet was intoxicating. I happily snapped
up those two capers with my tongue and mouth, but I kept my face right
there at her soles so that I could enjoy them for as long as I could
before somebody else walked near us. Luckily for us, we were parked
near the end of a parking lane that gave us some pretty decent privacy.
Occasionally Sarah would moan a little to show her approval. "That
feels great," she once said. She also flexed her toes,
and moved her soles at times to show me that she was enjoying herself.
For obvious reasons, I couldn't spend a lot of time in the position
that we were in despite the relative privacy that we enjoyed. I did
have enough time to pretty much trace every delicious wrinkle of both
of her soles, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Naturally I would have loved
to have spent a lot more time than the fifteen minutes or so that I
spent having naughty foot fetish fun with her, but it wasn't meant to
be.
Afterwards we both agreed that we'd make nothing of what had happened
even though I would have loved to have made a standing arrangement to
have foot fetish fun with her. Fortunately for me, she remained
relaxed, and happily indulgent. She actually told me, "You
never know what might happen if we bump into each other again. I shop
here all the time. I just can't make any promises."
"I fully understand," I told her, and did.
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