flatworm00
08-21-2002, 6:33 PM
The following story is a fictional story....If you like there will be sequels.
It was in the spring late on a Friday afternoon. I was shopping at my local Wal-Mart. There were just under two gillion people in there and half of them trying to check out the same time I was. Lines were 5 and 6 people deep and everyone was getting a little edgy.
I noticed the Brunette standing in front of me. She looked like she was in her mid thirties and nicely dressed. She had on a light blue business suit, nylons and white slide on sandals with about a 2" heel. I also noticed that she had an ankle bracelet on her right ankle. Her toennails and fingernails were painted a medium pink color, it looked really good with her clothes.
She was about 5'5" tall and weighed I would guess maybe 115 to 120, she had a killer figure from what I could see. She had dark hair and looked like she might be Italian with the color of her skin. She had dark brown eyes and a very sexy looking smile. I was mesmerized with her beauty.
We had been standing there for quite a while finally it was her turn to check out. As we started moving up I pushed my cart and got distracted with this blonde that walked by and ran into the lady in front of me with my cart.
She turned around and looked at me and I could see the fire in those coal black eyes. If looks could kill I would have been a dead man standing.
I uttered a "excuse me Ma'am, I did not mean to run over you with my cart."
She responded with, "If you had been paying attention to where you were going and not looking at the blonde you would not have hit me."
"Yes Ma'am," is the only thing I could think of to say.
She started putting her groceries on the belt. Every once in a while she would look at me with those piercing eyes and I just cringed inside. I did notice however she was not wearing a wedding band.
I had only a few items but more than the 10 items or more. When I got up next to her I said, "I apologize again for running over you with the cart. To make it up to you would you let me buy you a coke or cold drink over at the cafe?"
She turned and looked at me like I had just fallen out of tree. She looked at me for a few seconds and I felt like crawling under the nearest display stand.
Then to my surprise she said, "OK, I will take you up on that."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I smiled a weak smile and said, "it will be my pleasure."
We walked over to the cafe in the Wal-Mart store, she sat down in a booth about half way back and I went and purchased two large cokes and returned and sat down opposite her.
She smiled at me and said, "thank you, I apologize for jumping on you in the check out line. It has been a bad day and besides that my feet hurt from these new shoes."
Being the astute foot man that I am, I immediately jumped at the chance to massage her feet.
"Well if you will put your foot up here I will give you the best foot massage you have ever had."
She looked at me a little startled and kept sipping on her coke. Then she smiled again and said, "I don't normally let men rub my feet, but they hurt and that sounds so good."
I felt her right foot come up and into my lap under the table. I took her foot in my hand and gently started massaging her toes and the bottom of her foot.
"Ummm that feels so good."
I continued to massage first her right foot and then her left. We sat and talked for the next thirty minutes or so. I was in heaven. She had perfect feet. About a size 6 or 6 1/2 with perfectly formed toes and high arches.
She laughed and said, "you are really are good at giving foot massages. I could use one of these every day."
"I would love to give you a foot massage every day. You are very pretty and have very pretty feet."
She smiled and said, "thank you for the compliment, flattery will get you everywhere." We both laughed.
She then withdrew her foot and said, "I have to be going now."
As she stood up, she looked down at me and said, "thank you again for the wonderful foot massage."
"The pleasure was all mine," I responded. She then handed me her business card winked and said, "call me". and she was gone.
It was in the spring late on a Friday afternoon. I was shopping at my local Wal-Mart. There were just under two gillion people in there and half of them trying to check out the same time I was. Lines were 5 and 6 people deep and everyone was getting a little edgy.
I noticed the Brunette standing in front of me. She looked like she was in her mid thirties and nicely dressed. She had on a light blue business suit, nylons and white slide on sandals with about a 2" heel. I also noticed that she had an ankle bracelet on her right ankle. Her toennails and fingernails were painted a medium pink color, it looked really good with her clothes.
She was about 5'5" tall and weighed I would guess maybe 115 to 120, she had a killer figure from what I could see. She had dark hair and looked like she might be Italian with the color of her skin. She had dark brown eyes and a very sexy looking smile. I was mesmerized with her beauty.
We had been standing there for quite a while finally it was her turn to check out. As we started moving up I pushed my cart and got distracted with this blonde that walked by and ran into the lady in front of me with my cart.
She turned around and looked at me and I could see the fire in those coal black eyes. If looks could kill I would have been a dead man standing.
I uttered a "excuse me Ma'am, I did not mean to run over you with my cart."
She responded with, "If you had been paying attention to where you were going and not looking at the blonde you would not have hit me."
"Yes Ma'am," is the only thing I could think of to say.
She started putting her groceries on the belt. Every once in a while she would look at me with those piercing eyes and I just cringed inside. I did notice however she was not wearing a wedding band.
I had only a few items but more than the 10 items or more. When I got up next to her I said, "I apologize again for running over you with the cart. To make it up to you would you let me buy you a coke or cold drink over at the cafe?"
She turned and looked at me like I had just fallen out of tree. She looked at me for a few seconds and I felt like crawling under the nearest display stand.
Then to my surprise she said, "OK, I will take you up on that."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. I smiled a weak smile and said, "it will be my pleasure."
We walked over to the cafe in the Wal-Mart store, she sat down in a booth about half way back and I went and purchased two large cokes and returned and sat down opposite her.
She smiled at me and said, "thank you, I apologize for jumping on you in the check out line. It has been a bad day and besides that my feet hurt from these new shoes."
Being the astute foot man that I am, I immediately jumped at the chance to massage her feet.
"Well if you will put your foot up here I will give you the best foot massage you have ever had."
She looked at me a little startled and kept sipping on her coke. Then she smiled again and said, "I don't normally let men rub my feet, but they hurt and that sounds so good."
I felt her right foot come up and into my lap under the table. I took her foot in my hand and gently started massaging her toes and the bottom of her foot.
"Ummm that feels so good."
I continued to massage first her right foot and then her left. We sat and talked for the next thirty minutes or so. I was in heaven. She had perfect feet. About a size 6 or 6 1/2 with perfectly formed toes and high arches.
She laughed and said, "you are really are good at giving foot massages. I could use one of these every day."
"I would love to give you a foot massage every day. You are very pretty and have very pretty feet."
She smiled and said, "thank you for the compliment, flattery will get you everywhere." We both laughed.
She then withdrew her foot and said, "I have to be going now."
As she stood up, she looked down at me and said, "thank you again for the wonderful foot massage."
"The pleasure was all mine," I responded. She then handed me her business card winked and said, "call me". and she was gone.