The Parade of Toes and Soles
(Published on Wednesday, August 24, 2005)
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I find it amazing how the most run of the mill trip can become wonderfully exciting if you just have the right frame of mind. First of all, it's assumed that we all share some aspect of admiration for the female foot or we wouldn't all congregate here in cyberspace at this site. Some people like heels, some toes, some soles, and some arches. For me, it's all the above. I can appreciate and take delight in every part of the female foot.

As mentioned in this forum before, one of the great things about our fetish is that we can enjoy it, discreetly, in public at any time. This is especially wonderful for those of us that prefer bare or otherwise exposed feet in warm climates.

My trip out to Arizona seemed to be simple. I didn't expect much and I had business in mind. However, upon boarding the first flight of the three-leg journey, my mood relaxed a bit and I was allowed to enjoy the beauty I was noticing around me. I was seated next to an elderly woman and she would have totally escaped my notice, really, except for her beautiful arches. Her feet were rather plain and unpainted, but they were clean and very smooth. Her arch flowed like the most beautiful modern architecture and remained beautiful, unaffected by age. She was wearing woven slides and she would occasionally flip them on and off of her sole. She would even dangle them every once in a while. I wasn't necessarily turned on simply because of respect for the age of this woman, but her arches were a pretty sight nonetheless.

I was treated to another pair of pretty feet, but finished with a beautifully modest American pedicure during the short layover between my first and second flight. The most delightful thing about this lovely lady was how she chose to pass the time as she waited for the flight. She decided to lie on the floor while reading a book. This isn't so out of the ordinary, but she elevated her feet by propping them up in the seat, with crossed ankles. Of course she kicked off her shoes beforehand, so I had a nice view of her pretty, pedicured feet and wiggling toes while I awaited my next flight.

My second flight was much more entertaining. I was treated to the delight of three pair of beautiful feet in my general area for a nearly five-hour flight. The first woman was seated beside me. She was a mature woman with a spark of refinement that just makes you take a second look simply because she's so well put together from years of experience. As with fashion, sometimes it's the dress that makes the model. Well, in her case it was the pedicure that made the feet. Her skin was clean and smooth. It was obvious that she could afford and got regular pedicures, and this assumption was only reinforced by the quality of her other trappings such as fashion clothing and accessories. I noticed a bit of a sparkle that seemed to emanate from her toes.

I paid closer attention and was absolutely amazed at the beauty of her pedicure. It was one of the most beautiful French pedicures imaginable with a delightful twist. The line between the white crown and the pink body of the pedicure on her two big toes was marked with tiny rhinestones. This added the sort of elegance that rendered additional foot jewelry unnecessary. I must admit that pedicure looked more beautiful with every mile flown during the nearly five-hour flight. Her long, slender feet with beautiful arches were easily visible as she dipped and dangled her slides. This completed a picture of beauty that helped make the flight more enjoyable.

Right across the isle was a little lady I dubbed, "The Complete Package." She was the perfect, petite California girl with brassy blonde hair, golden skin, a sexy navel piercing, lower back tattoo, piercing blue eyes, luscious pink lips, and to top it off, beautifully sculpted and adorned feet. The wonders of youth threw a twist on the French pedicure by using a sparkling, candy pink. Her beautifully golden feet were adorned with two silver toe rings on the second and third toes of each foot. She was the perfect little Barbie doll, complete with sexy muscle top, ripped jeans, and platform flip-flops. She had to have had at least three piercings in each ear, and a million-dollar smile that could easily cost as much as a day of shopping on Rodeo Drive.

Seated next to the doll was the most modest and possibly my most favorite bit of eye candy. She was young and full figured, some would say chubby, but adorable all the same. Every beautiful curve of her body was covered in young, taunt, smooth skin. Her feet were no exception to the rule. Her arches were high, but her feet were very fleshy and appeared so soft. Of course, I would never find out, but I could imagine. Each plump toe was painted in a luscious red polish that looked slick and wet. It's obvious this little darlin' applied more than one coat to get the beautifully rich enamel look I noticed.

The trip back wasn't quite as eventful, but still had its moments. On the initial leg of the journey back, an adorable woman with wide, curvy hips had some very cute metallic silver painted toes. Of particular note was the beautiful rose tattoo just above her right ankle. The skin of her feet was clean and smooth, and looked soft to the touch. It was delightful watching her wiggle her toes and flex her soles as she looked out the window. This was definitely the week for flip-flops and "hardly there" sandals.

Unfortunately, the cross-country flight was uneventful. I was seated next to a woman that did little to nothing to take care of her feet. That was a bit of a let down, but the last leg home made up for it. I was treated to a vibrant, bouncy lady that actually kept her feet propped up on the wall of the cabin during almost the entire flight. Her toes were painted a rich fuchsia that seemed several coats thick. Her feet were meaty and looked very soft. Her travel partner was in the aisle seat and constantly dipped and dangled her sandals, so the pair gave me quite a show for the flight.

Well, the show didn't end even after we got to the airport. I was treated to another show while they modeled the shoes they bought on their trip to the gentleman that came to pick them up while waiting for the baggage carousel. I was definitely enjoying the entertainment, but I was totally caught off guard by what happened next. They collected their baggage, and I was stunned when the lady with the fuchsia toes looked me square in the face, smiled, and complimented me on my glasses of all things! I really didn't know how to take it, because I wasn't sure if she truly liked my glasses or she had noticed my attention to her pretty toes while waiting for baggage. I blushed and stammered to thank her for the compliment as she gave me the prettiest smile for my embarrassed efforts.

The travel to and from my conference was overall pretty nice. I got to see plenty of pretty toes and smooth soles. Of course, this is pretty tame to many, but to those of us with the eye for beauty in the lowest female extremity, there's a world of opportunity out there. By the way, just as I thought that my close encounters were over, fate steps in to reveal an earth-shattering discovery. Due to our somewhat conservative work appearance, male and female coworkers wear rather utilitarian footwear. You seldom, if ever see the feet of your female coworkers unless they change clothes at the end of the day or we have a picnic or something leisure.

Well, I had never really noticed, my coworker's feet. Since I have seniority over her, it wouldn't necessarily be good professional etiquette to look for that sort of thing anyway. Well, she walked in today just as I was about to finish this story. She was dressed very casually because she had a doctor's appointment earlier that day and just stopped by the office to get a few things done. I about fell over when I looked down to see that she was wearing thong sandals! I was even more shocked to discover that my somewhat tomboyish coworker has clean, smooth, attractive feet with beautiful toes. She had them painted the palest shade of pink. The color was kind of an ice cream color. I must admit, I would have never imagined her to do something so, well, girly. Regardless, I liked what I saw and, because our desks face each other across the room, and slightly shifted off-center, I could stare past the right edge of my monitor at those pretty toes of hers without fear of being caught.

Just like I said, a world of opportunity awaits for lovers of beautiful female feet. With winter still a couple months away, I still have plenty of time to enjoy the parade of toes and soles.