I had a neighbor whose name was Sheila. Her, my mom Buretta, and aunt Debra were 62 years old.
They were foxy petite women. 5 feet tall, 160 lbs, 44 jjj-30-68 measurements. But best feature of all was there high arched feet.
I lived in a suburban neighborhood. We were African American and i loved my neighbor. On a nice summer day, she'd come out in just a bra and tight boy shorts. The image was irresistible.
Her glistening dark skin, beautiful heavy juggs, tight waist, huge round fleshy hips swaying in the breeze. To top it off was her nice barefoot dangle.
She was the very reason i would get up in the early morning. As the dun rose, she would garden, didnt mind getting her feet dirty. I'd twist my neck for the sight her dirty feet.
Those deep, wrinkled soles scrunching upwards towards me. Mom and aunt were doing the same thing. They were the delicacies of the eyes. I would take pictures of their arches. Draw them, and masturbate just before going to work. They didn't know about this as it was my secret stash like a porno mag.
Mom was a secretary at a therapy office. Debra was an IMF or caseworker. And my neighbor Sheila, was a college teacher of English. Best of all, i was the psychologist at mom's work. I actually loved my job. I got to help others. I saw many women of color with high arched feet.
They dangled their feet on high heel mules, sandals, loafers, flats, and low heel wedges. Being Summer, they were sweaty, which meant their feet stank and dripped wet once their feet could breathe. I had to pretend to not notice. These were normally middle aged women who were widows, got dumped, treated badly, were insecure and other issues.
