Miranda was very tired today. She had been running around all day and here she was at the mall and her feet were killing her. She sat down for a minute and slipped off her right black high heel and rubber her foot. She slipped her heel back on and decided she would just go to the grocery store and then home.
As she got to her car she slipped off her heels. As soon as she got in her car a girlfriend of hers called her on her car cell phone and asked if she could go to the local race track and place a couple bets for her. Miranda said ok as she knew her friend was good for the money.
She then decided to skip the grocery store and just place the bets and go home. As she pulled in the track parking lot she slipped her heels back on and went in to the track up to the main floor.
She went up to the bar and had a drink. By now her feet were killing her again as she stood at the bar and sipped at her drink. She kept slipping her feet in and out of her heels while standing. She didn't think anything of it until she saw a young man about 32 staring at her.
She had good eyesight and could see he was staring at her legs, as she caught him he quickly moved away. His face got all red she noticed. I wonder why Miranda thought to herself.
She stood at the bar and at this point her feet were killing her so bad that she slipped her heels off and left them on the floor as she finished her drink. She finished her drink set the glass down and bent down and picked up her heels and walked across the floor to make a bet.
It was a late afternoon on Monday so the race track wasn't very busy. Miranda walked around until she found a teller and placed a bet. She then walked around and found a seat. She put her black high heels down and put her feet on the ground. Her feet hurt so much she grinded them all over the ground as she thought to herself it felt pretty good. Her friends race went off and she lost. Miranda left her heels under the seat and went and made another bet.
Her soft feet touching the dirty floor with every stride. She made another bet and then because the track was so empty at this time grabbed another chair and propped up her feet on the end of the chair.
She didn't notice the same guy was staring at her. Miranda was deep into looking at her program but then out of the corner of her eye she saw the same guy staring. She continued to pretend to read her program as the gentlemen came closer.
She kept noticing him and she kept looking at his eyes. He is staring at my feet Miranda thought to herself. She really didn't think men were into woman's feet. She put down her program and the man turned beet red in the face as he was caught again. He quickly sat down and buried his head in a program and hoped she wouldn't notice, but Mirada did notice and she was turned on by the fact this guy was staring at her feet.
Her pussy started to get wet. She wanted to make sure he was into her feet. There was nobody else in her section so she pretended to go to the bathroom and left her heels under her seat. She cracked the door a bit and sure enough the guy came over and looked around and put his nose quickly inside her heel and took a quick sniff of both heels before putting them down and returning to his seat.
Wow Mirada said to herself he really is into feet. She looked down at her filthy bottoms.
(I have 2 great pictures of Miranda. Just say sent the Miranda pictures. She is hot and this is my fantasy story about me and her-chris)
She was in a playful mood and she planned to tease this foot guy to death. She wanted to give him a little show he wouldn't forget. She came back out and propped her feet up on the seat exposing the now black filthy soled bottoms. As Miranda sat there she thought up a few ways to tease. This will be fun Miranda said to herself.
Miranda put her feet up on the end of the bench and began to massage her feet with her long fingernails. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the man watching and it turned her on so much that he was watching her feet.
She rubbed down the entire shaft of her foot and then in between each toe. She then looked at her feet and began to shake her head like she was upset. Then she had another idea.
She put her feet down and went to make another bet. The guy had sat down a few benches down away from her and Miranda got up and pretended to watch another race and then dropped her heels on the floor so the guy would hear and she put her feet back on the bench and her feet were only a few yards away from the man who was sitting down.
Miranda pretended to be really studying the race program as she caught the guy sneaking glances at her feet. She then out of nowhere asked the guy who he thought would win the next race. The guy turned his head and his eyes focused right in on Miranda's dirty feet.
He tried to get out a few words, but he couldn't even get the words out. Finally he said the 4 horse as he finally looked at her.
"I hope my smelly feet aren't bothering you" Miranda said as the man turned around again. "It is these damn shoes" Miranda said as she held them up.
"I just brought them yesterday and I broke them in today. They were killing my feet so much I had to slip them off and I had to walk around on this disgusting dirty floor and my feet, look at them they are filthy dirty" Miranda said as she lifted one foot high up in the air before placing it back down on the bench.
"No, they don't smell at all, at least from where I am sitting" the man said.
"Oh that is good" Miranda said.
"By the way what is your name? Miranda asked
"Chris " the man managed to stutter out.
"Good Chris I wouldn't want my smelly feet to ruin your day." Miranda purred.
"No, they aren't, actually they look very nice" Chris slipped out the words and began to read program his face turning red.
"Oh really they look nice, but they are all dirty and stuff" Miranda shot back.
Chris looked up from his paper for a second
"I meant when they would be clean I bet they would look nice." Chris said as he went back to reading his program as Miranda got up and moved to the bench directly behind Chris and silently propped up her dirty feet so they were a mere inches from Chris's face.
If he turned around they would be in his face. Miranda just sat there as she saw Chris take a deep breath and saw his pants started to grow. She knew then that her dirty foot aroma was getting him hard.
"Chris I need to ask you something?" Miranda whispered as Chris quickly turned around and Miranda's dirty feet were right in front of him.
"Aaaaahhhh, yes can I help you? Chris asked.
"I want to know if my feet smell Chris, take a whiff and let me know" Miranda said as she leaned over. Chris took a breath and his dick began to really grow as his face was now beet red.
"My name is Miranda Chris, my feet say hello" Miranda said as she wiggled her toes at Chris. Chris was totally dumbfounded at this point.
"So do they smell Chris." Miranda asked
"No Miranda they don't." Chris uttered barely able to talk.
"Well I really need to have these feet cleaned. They are so filthy dirty ya know" Miranda purred.
"I can do that." Chris said as he ran into the bathroom and got some wet and dry paper towels.