Barefoot Frisbee Golf
(Published on Friday, August 30, 2002)
This story was submitted by caniseeyourfeetplease@yahoo.com.

I got 3 girls shoes/socks off within the past month. I tend to ramble, so please have patience. These stories are long so you will need it.

With Amie ... I am playing in a Saturday adult recreation basketball league, consisting mostly of professionals that do not have usually have time to play.  I'm not old, fat and out of shape.  I'm 30 and the slimmest on my team.  I'm the youngest on the team consisting of doctors.  I am definitely the wringer.

I find one of the referees in the league to be very attractive. To describe her closely to her type would be difficult, but think of pretty girls who play soccer/softball. I was attracted to her the very first game. During timeouts are eyes met on 2 separate occasions, but I doubted whether she was interested in me, especially after she gave me 2 bad foul calls. After that game she disappeared into the night as well as my chance to talk to her.

After 2 more wasted weeks (she wasn't refereeing our games during those 2 games), I got a chance to talk to her after the game. Not to brag, but I've got skills and she agreed to meet me the following day. The game was just this past Saturday, August 24th. We agreed to meet at the rec center, which is within a park. We would meet, go walk to a nearby strip-mall and bring the food back and eat at the park. This park also had a FRISBEE GOLF course, so this was part of our plan as well.

After all the walking, eating and talking (I found out she was 26 and a pharmacist), we decided to play the Golf course. I went to my car to get my bag of stuff. I come well prepared. I worked the scenario in my head since she agreed to meet with me, and I was going to get this girl barefoot.

The atmosphere of our day was great. Very happy, lots of laughing and she kept slapping my shoulder. Getting to her feet was my objective and her Nike Shoxx and short socks were the only thing in the way.

I got back from my car with my bag and we made our way to the first hole. It was an overcast Sunday, with moments of brilliant sunshine peering through. We made our way to a bench near the starting point for the first hole.

"Let me change first," I said, sitting down.

She had a puzzled look on her face, as if to say, "Change?"

I reached into my bag, pulled out 2 discs (for the golf) and a pair of flip-flops (sandals). I didn't see her face, but I could feel the funny look on her. I proceeded to take off my sneakers and socks and slip on the flip-flops. I stood up and looked at her, and she was giggling.

"Our first date and I've seen your feet already," She said, which I recall verbatim.

"Oh, I'm sorry, " I replied.

"Darn," she joked. "You didn't bring me a pair."

"It's just too warm and I like to play in my feet ... I know, here you can wear them, I'll play barefoot."  I said that all SO FAST and that it might have sounded rehearsed.

"Um, it's ok, I'm alright,"  she replied.

After going back and forth, she finally agreed. I slipped off the flip flops and she came to sit next to me. I stood up (as if to give her privacy) and walked off to do warm up throws. I turned around and found her giggling again. She was holding one of the
sandals in her hand.

"Dude, your feet are sweaty. I can feel the sweat." She stood up and used my tshirt to wipe off the slipper.

"I'm sorry. Let me help you." I said. She was still standing at this point. I took the flip-flop from her and knelt in front of her. I unlaced her right shoe. I did this quickly and not seductively, just so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. Unlacing and taking off
her sneaker made my hands tremble and my voice crack. I was so excited. I was now at the sock. All this went so fast, but the details and memory of it are so vivid. And I pulled off her sock.

Her foot was beautiful. Just like I was hoping for. An athletic foot. Athletic feet are big and lean muscle. No big veins are popping through like a man, but the toes have definition and aren't just plump or bony. Her toes had the physique of an athletic woman. I was in heaven. Her toes were so clean and unpainted. There were no bunions or hammer toes (from wearing comfortable shoes most often). I can tell she didn't wear sandals often because she had a little tan line. DAMN, DID I MENTION I LOVE ATHLETIC WOMEN!!!!  I find that feet-shyness to be very attractive, as if they
are only for my viewing. I continued on the left sneaker and sock as well.

She couldn't stop laughing. We sat on the grass, with me near her feet. "I can't believe I'm ok with this," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm not into flip-flops, barefeet or showing them off. At shoe stores, I don't try them on there."

I told her that I didn't see the problem, as I was inspecting her toes. She giggled some more. We were on our way.

The flip-flops were a little too big for her. I'm a size 11. I think she's a size 7 in men.  So her feet were flopping around. I was falling in love with this. And she was playing up to it. She played the first 2 holes wearing them, after which she asked for her shoes back from my bag.

I lovingly said, "no," despite her begging and pleading. On the 3rd hole, she did something that just cracked me up laughing. It was too adorable.

In frisbee golf, some do somewhat of a running start. She decided to try this after watching me the first 2 holes. She tried to get some momentum, but the flip-flops on her feet didnt provide good footing and the throw headed straight for the ground and rolled off in a tangent from the goal. I bursted in laughter. Laughing, as well, she slipped off the flip-flops and threw both of them, one towards the frisbee goal and
one at me. That was the last time she wore any footwear. We played 5 more holes I think and she was barefoot the rest of the way. This is major turn-on for me. Any female playing games/sports/competitions barefoot in the grass.

After the frisbee, I let her have shoes and socks back. And we parted, with me owing her a foot-washing. Our next date is on Friday, August 30.