Raoul007
07-04-2007, 3:13 AM
So, there I was sitting on the raised area outside the bank fiddling with my camera. I pressed the shutter release to check that I had set the burst mode correctly.
Just then, a magnificent pair of black shoes with 3.5 inch heels came around the corner, topped with the most beautiful legs I have ever seen wearing black stockings. On top of this is what I take to be a size 12 body, long-ish face and short blonde hair.
Although my camera is fairly quiet, she must have heard it, because the next thing I knew, she was standing right in front of me. "Did you take my photograph then?" Every word clearly spoken and her voice worryingly quiet.
"I may have done, but you just happened to come around the corner at exactly the wrong time". Way wrong answer! "Me, come at the wrong time. How dare you!" "No!", I stuttered "What I meant was you appeared just as I pressed the shutter. I wasn't trying to take a photo of you, you were just, well,....there, like"
I was feeling somewhat disconcerted, but was unsure of my ground, or what she might do. I was also aware of a few others beginning to look in my direction and I wasn't keen on that. "Look", I said, "I'll delete the pictures, how about that?". "Do you often take pictures of womens' legs?" she asked. "Not when I'm likely to get caught" I thought but said "No, of course not, what do you take me for?"
She was also now noticing the watching crowd. "Do you see that building across the street?", I nodded, "Good, go over and sit two steps down from that rather ugly concrete flower urn on the left" I went over and sat down thinking to myself "Why am I doing this? Why don't I just walk away?" Looking at my situation, the urn was in a corner with two walls behind it at right angles to each other. The second urn was about 4 feet away and was similarly in a corner. Behind the urn was a space about 3 feet deep, between the urn and the wall
She came over and stood on the top step, behind the urn. "At first," she said, "I was going to smash your camera to teach you a lesson, but I've thought of something better. You see, I think you do like taking pictures of ladies legs and shoes, so I'm going to let you look at, AND FEEL mine!" Put you hand on the concrete of the top step, behind the urn, palms down". I did as I was told. She told me to remove my rings "to avoid accidents" and put the soles of her shoes on the back of my hand. She had most of the weight on her heels so my hand was really in a supporting role. "Ready?" she asked, I nodded. With one smoothe movement she transferred all her weight to the soles of her shoes and lifted her heels off the ground. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but that was because the concrete was clear of any debris. She held me in that position for about 30 seconds, at the same time scanning the nearby area for other people, and then let her heels come down again.
My hand was tingling. "Now", she said, "I'm going to show you what could happen if you ever take another picture of me without permission".
She moved her right foot so that the heel was over my little finger. She put the heel on my finger and the nail whitened. She then stepped down. I really wanted to scream but resisted. She pressed harder. "OKAY, OKAY!" I yelped. She stopped, held her heel on my finger for about 10 seconds then replaced the sole of her foot on my hand. She repeated the stand on my hand with both feet, got off, walked down the steps, turned and gave me the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen. She then walked away without a single glance back.
Just then, a magnificent pair of black shoes with 3.5 inch heels came around the corner, topped with the most beautiful legs I have ever seen wearing black stockings. On top of this is what I take to be a size 12 body, long-ish face and short blonde hair.
Although my camera is fairly quiet, she must have heard it, because the next thing I knew, she was standing right in front of me. "Did you take my photograph then?" Every word clearly spoken and her voice worryingly quiet.
"I may have done, but you just happened to come around the corner at exactly the wrong time". Way wrong answer! "Me, come at the wrong time. How dare you!" "No!", I stuttered "What I meant was you appeared just as I pressed the shutter. I wasn't trying to take a photo of you, you were just, well,....there, like"
I was feeling somewhat disconcerted, but was unsure of my ground, or what she might do. I was also aware of a few others beginning to look in my direction and I wasn't keen on that. "Look", I said, "I'll delete the pictures, how about that?". "Do you often take pictures of womens' legs?" she asked. "Not when I'm likely to get caught" I thought but said "No, of course not, what do you take me for?"
She was also now noticing the watching crowd. "Do you see that building across the street?", I nodded, "Good, go over and sit two steps down from that rather ugly concrete flower urn on the left" I went over and sat down thinking to myself "Why am I doing this? Why don't I just walk away?" Looking at my situation, the urn was in a corner with two walls behind it at right angles to each other. The second urn was about 4 feet away and was similarly in a corner. Behind the urn was a space about 3 feet deep, between the urn and the wall
She came over and stood on the top step, behind the urn. "At first," she said, "I was going to smash your camera to teach you a lesson, but I've thought of something better. You see, I think you do like taking pictures of ladies legs and shoes, so I'm going to let you look at, AND FEEL mine!" Put you hand on the concrete of the top step, behind the urn, palms down". I did as I was told. She told me to remove my rings "to avoid accidents" and put the soles of her shoes on the back of my hand. She had most of the weight on her heels so my hand was really in a supporting role. "Ready?" she asked, I nodded. With one smoothe movement she transferred all her weight to the soles of her shoes and lifted her heels off the ground. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but that was because the concrete was clear of any debris. She held me in that position for about 30 seconds, at the same time scanning the nearby area for other people, and then let her heels come down again.
My hand was tingling. "Now", she said, "I'm going to show you what could happen if you ever take another picture of me without permission".
She moved her right foot so that the heel was over my little finger. She put the heel on my finger and the nail whitened. She then stepped down. I really wanted to scream but resisted. She pressed harder. "OKAY, OKAY!" I yelped. She stopped, held her heel on my finger for about 10 seconds then replaced the sole of her foot on my hand. She repeated the stand on my hand with both feet, got off, walked down the steps, turned and gave me the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen. She then walked away without a single glance back.