Janey was all shopped out. She had hit every store on the Plaza that was worth her time. She sat down on the edge of one of the many fountains around the Plaza area. Digging through her bag, she found her smokes and grateful for her "dirty" habit, lit one up and inhaled deeply. The smoke off the first drag curled out from between her dark red lips.
She, like most women who have been out shopping all day, was very gratified with her many new puchases, and started thinking about the great bargains she had devoured. She looked down at her numerous bags, and couldn't resist digging out the gold shoebox which contained her new dark-purple Mia sandals. The were very strappy and very sexy.
Looking around self-conciously, she slipped off her sturdy shoppin-sandals, and slipped on the strappy purples. She held her feet up admiring how nicely the 4" heels made her arches curve up. Her silver toe rings sparkled in the sun. All six of them. Her fine-tuned toes were decked out french manicure style. It was a beautiful combination, she had to admit to herself.
She was about to slip the strappies off and back into their box, when she heard someone clear their throat.
She looked to her left to see that a strange man had sat down about 4 feet away from her on the edge of the fountain.
"Hi." Janey casually spoke.
"Hi." the stranger responded.
He looked tall even while sitting down. The first thing she noticed about him was that he had a camera slung over his shoulder.
She didnt really want to take off the strappies now that this man had planted his rather handsome body down beside her. Being of a sound fashion-concious-mind, she immediately felt glad that she was wearing a short, black cotton dress with small purple flowers on it. The strappies matched.
She lit another cigarrette and watched the traffic go by.
"Um, excuse me, miss." the stranger said in a quiet voice.
She looked over at him, her eyebrows raised in question.
"I am taking some pictures for a piece of research I am doing, and, well, I was wondering if you would mind letting me photograph you?"
"Well," Janey started after a few seconds of silence, "Tell me a little about your project."
"Ok. Well, odd as it may sound, it's a study on human hands and feet. The rest is pretty boring, but that is the major topic."
"So, you don't want pictures of my face, just my...hands...and feet?" Janey asked him.
"Pretty much. I mean, if you don't want to have your face photographed, then I will make sure it's not in any of the pictures."
"Well, that sounds fun. Sure...I'll do it!" Janey replied, feeling a bit flattered. He was pretty cute, and polite, too. Besides, he had spoken the magical word......"feet".
"What would u like me to do first?" Janey asked, not helping but notice that these were her eight favorite words.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Rich." the stranger replied holding out his hand.
"Hi Rich, I'm Janey." she said sweetly, shaking his hand firmly.
"Well, Janey, let's get some shots of your hands first, okay?"
"All right."
Rich had Janey place her hands on her lap in various positions while he snapped a few pictures.
"Now for my favorite." He said smiling at her.
"Your favorite?" Janey asked with one eyebrow raised teasingly.
"Your feet...in your new sandals." Rich answered her.
Janey giggled at the fact that he must have observed her slipping on her new sandals. Janey had a foot fetish, and that was the only reason she was letting this strange man photograph her. She knew her feet were divine, and she was pretty damned thrilled that this hottie was wanting photos of her peds. She was also aware of the little signal going on in the back of her mind that he might be a bit of a foot fetishist himself.
"Funny you say that," she responded, "feet are my favorite, too."
She was definately testing the waters.
"Well, that makes this even more interesting, doesn't it?" the stranger answered her flashing his charming smile.
"Sure does." she replied, looking down at her outstreched feet.
He took many shots of her feet, then sat back down on the edge of the stone fountain.
"I really appreciate your letting me do this, Janey." he said to her.
"Hey, I am glad to be of assistance...for the sake of research." Janie said with a pretty smile.
"Are we done, now?" she went on.
"Well, we're done as far as research goes. But, if you would like, we could take some for the pure purpose of fun."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Hmmm, well, how about one of a cigarette between your toes?" Rich asked Janey playfully.
"Whatever floats your boat!" Janey giggled, completely thrilled at the suggestion.
She reached into her bag getting out her pack of smokes and pulled one out. Bending down, highly aware of the photographer's eyes on her legs and feet, she carefully slid the cigarette between her big toe and second toe. She curled her toes a bit to grip onto it and leaned back giggling at the fact that she was holding a smoke in her toes smack dab in the middle of the Plaza.
"Nice grip." he winked at her.
Boy, did this fellow have it bad. He was completely enamoured with her little tootsies.
He got down on his knee and snapped a couple of pictures.
"I know!" Janey said, "Let's light it and I'll take a picture of you taking a drag!"
Rich's mind reeled at her playful attitude about her own feet. Ahhh, this girl shows some real potential for many foot games, he thought to himself. Rich loved, loved, loved the female foot, and the truth of the matter was that he was merely using the "research paper" excuse to get nice pictures of women's feet without freaking them out. He realized that this girl probably wouldn't have cared either way!
He loved the way her feet were so feminine and she had excellent arches and a very sexy way of showing off her feet with her fresh French manicure and many sparklie toe rings. In all honesty, he would adore spending a day worshipping her feet and felt himself harden at the mere thought of it. Toes in the mouth, tongue on the sole, feet on the cock....SNAP outta it! Rich blinked back into reality and said,
