speedbump
11-26-2002, 9:12 PM
This is a true experience from a few years back. A once in a lifetime occurance that I will remembered forever. It was an anonymous phone conversation, and because of that, I spoke without any reservation or fear...unlike how it would have been if it were in person.
One afternoon, I had received a phone call from a girl named Denise who was trying to sell family portraits. She was doing work experience for high school credit, as a telemarketer. She had probably placed a hundred calls already that day, and had been hung up on nearly that many times by people that didnt want to be bothered.
Well, she had a cute voice, so I listened to her sales pitch. But then told her I was not interested in portraits. She didnt seem to mind, and told me I was one of the few that ever let her finish her pitch. I told her she should get a different job. She said that she was trying to get a job at a shoe store, because she really loves shoes, and would be able to get discounts on tons of shoes. Well without hesitation, I told her that I liked checking out girls shoes...and that it was like a fetish or something. She got really excited and talkative at that point, and even told her friend that was there next to her what I had said. Denise then informed me that she herself had a major shoe fetish, to the point of addiction and thats what she spends all her money on. I asked her what shoes she was wearing, and she laughed telling me that she was wearing shorts and red flip flops, with little flowers on them that complimented her blue painted toes. And that she also likes wearing platforms, and sandals, and really loves sneakers. I heard her friend in the backround announce "And I'm wearing Nikes". I laughed and told Denise that if I ever happened to see the two of them stroll by, that I would probably fantasize about them walking all over me...in order to get a close up and personal look at their shoes and feet. Well she got a good giggle from that, and even repeated it to her friend who also giggled saying "That would be really cool. Tell him that once we start, we may not want to stop." Denise added that they would really get into walking and stepping on me, and asked me if I could suck their toes too. As both the girls giggled at that, I answered with heart pounding, the obvious "Hell Yes !"
At that time Denise asked me my age, and when I told her I was 31, she said it probably wouldnt be a good idea to hang out with some guy more than ten years older than them. Because even though I seemed perfectly harmless, I could end up being some perverted psycho or something, and their parents would freak if they ever found out. I expressed my disappointment, and told her that I would even take them shoe shopping. She said that if only we were closer in age, that we would be a match made in shoe heaven. And that she would want me under her feet forever.
And unfortunately, thats how it ended. I have played it back in my mind though, thousands of times adding every possible exagerated twist imaginable. I dont even know what they looked like, but sometimes fantasy is better than reality... ok maybe not.
Damn! If only I had been younger.
One afternoon, I had received a phone call from a girl named Denise who was trying to sell family portraits. She was doing work experience for high school credit, as a telemarketer. She had probably placed a hundred calls already that day, and had been hung up on nearly that many times by people that didnt want to be bothered.
Well, she had a cute voice, so I listened to her sales pitch. But then told her I was not interested in portraits. She didnt seem to mind, and told me I was one of the few that ever let her finish her pitch. I told her she should get a different job. She said that she was trying to get a job at a shoe store, because she really loves shoes, and would be able to get discounts on tons of shoes. Well without hesitation, I told her that I liked checking out girls shoes...and that it was like a fetish or something. She got really excited and talkative at that point, and even told her friend that was there next to her what I had said. Denise then informed me that she herself had a major shoe fetish, to the point of addiction and thats what she spends all her money on. I asked her what shoes she was wearing, and she laughed telling me that she was wearing shorts and red flip flops, with little flowers on them that complimented her blue painted toes. And that she also likes wearing platforms, and sandals, and really loves sneakers. I heard her friend in the backround announce "And I'm wearing Nikes". I laughed and told Denise that if I ever happened to see the two of them stroll by, that I would probably fantasize about them walking all over me...in order to get a close up and personal look at their shoes and feet. Well she got a good giggle from that, and even repeated it to her friend who also giggled saying "That would be really cool. Tell him that once we start, we may not want to stop." Denise added that they would really get into walking and stepping on me, and asked me if I could suck their toes too. As both the girls giggled at that, I answered with heart pounding, the obvious "Hell Yes !"
At that time Denise asked me my age, and when I told her I was 31, she said it probably wouldnt be a good idea to hang out with some guy more than ten years older than them. Because even though I seemed perfectly harmless, I could end up being some perverted psycho or something, and their parents would freak if they ever found out. I expressed my disappointment, and told her that I would even take them shoe shopping. She said that if only we were closer in age, that we would be a match made in shoe heaven. And that she would want me under her feet forever.
And unfortunately, thats how it ended. I have played it back in my mind though, thousands of times adding every possible exagerated twist imaginable. I dont even know what they looked like, but sometimes fantasy is better than reality... ok maybe not.
Damn! If only I had been younger.