It was just your average day of stopping in for your morning coffee, before continuing on to work when you saw me sitting in that coffee shop...

At first glance, you knew I was a sexy thing, but that’s not what had caught your eye so powerfully. What caught your eye was what I was wearing on my feet!! How could you tell what I was wearing on my feet? Because I had them propped up on the l*ttle coffee table in front of me while I sat there reading my book and drinking my coffee!

What I was wearing on my feet was hard to take in. I mean, you had seen sandals like this on the internet, but you couldn’t recall ever actually seeing someone wearing them out and about in public like this!!

On my feet, was a very cute pair of c*mpletely transparent sandals! As in... with my feet propped up on the table like this, anyone and everyone was getting a very clear view on the soles of my feet; Should that be something they wanted to look at, and you, you really wanted to look!!

Having had a foot fetish for as long as you could remember, you found the soles of women’s feet to be one of the most exotic, erotic and desirable part of the female figure!

As you waited off to the side for your order to be up, you continued to stare. The longer you stared, the more it made sense that I was not only wearing these sandals, but propping my feet up so bluntly in public!

My feet were perfect! Why not show them off? My pretty long toes were all in proportion, wiggling around the top of my sexy sandals as if asking to be sucked, and my flawless, heavenly, soft, creamy, wrinkled soles were quite literally works of art! You had spent countless hours of your life staring at feet and none were quite as delicious looking at the soles on display for you right now!

You were so lost in my feet that the barista had to c*ll your name a few times before you clued in, snapping you back to reality to take it from here. From here, your routine was simple: Leave the coffee shop, go to work, but that routine would have to be altered for today! There was no way you were going to miss out on a closer look at my feet! You wouldn’t forgive yourself for depriving yourself of such an incredible experience!

It’s not like that coffee shop was packed, plenty of open seats, so of course I took note of you when you sat down awkwardly at the chair right across from me. With the soles of my feet so close to you that you could have literally leaned down and sn*ffed them, you had to bring your work bag onto your lap in order to cover up the boner quickly growing in your pants! Next, to give the illusion that you weren’t just there to eye f*ck my feet, you began to rummage through your work bag for something to “do” while you sat there...

Since all you had in your work bag was an extra dress shirt, your lunch & your phone, you decided that your only play was to pull out your phone and “look busy on it.” My feet were still up on the table right in front of you. Incredibly soft looking soles! Plump, juicy heels! G*d how bad you wanted to just lean down right now, slip off one of my sandals, and nibble on that nut busting heel of mine! Oh F*ck! Your d*ck continued to throb at the thought, dancing in your pants uncontrollably!

F*ck it! You needed to film this! You needed to capture this perfect view of my even more perfect feet! You casually flicked the mute switch on the side of your phone, so that the recording sound wouldn’t happen, and then flipped to your camera app - Perfection! There they were being captured in real time, my very f*ck-able feet, crossed up elegantly right in your face!

I quickly noticed that for someone “on their phone” you weren’t looking at it very much... My eyes occasionally glanced past my book, beyond my crossed feet, and I knew you were clearly up to something! It only took me a couple moments to realize exactly what you were up to. This perv is totally looking at my feet! Is he filming them?! I think he is! The first thought to cross my mind was to just take them down and end this l*ttle perv show right now, but there was another part of me that thought your obvious infatuation with my feet was cute. Hilarious and a l*ttle bit pathetic, but cute nonetheless...

So I left my feet right where they were. As a matter of fact, I started to put on a l*ttle foot play show for you - Crossing and uncrossing my feet, slapping my soles against the transparent rubber of my flip flops and even reaching down and touching my feet a l*ttle! As you gradually began to spend more and more time looking at my feet & less time watching your own home video, you began to notice me looking at you! Our eyes would quickly lock and we both knew what was going on, but I never said anything, I just went back to my book and continued to wiggle my soles for you...

Really, why should I punish you for being attracted to my feet? I mean, even I know for a fact that my feet are VERY pretty! Not too be too cocky, but as far as feet go, mine are crazy sexy & totally worth looking at! Besides, it was my decision to leave the house wearing these flip flops - I’m practically inviting the world to stare at my feet! So go for it you pervy foot boy! Eye f*ck my feet until your brain melts from how pretty they are, and film them so that you can spend the next several months j*rking off to me and my soft, sexy soles!

xoxo
-Gwen

Hand Held Fantasies: The Coffee Shop