The Girl in the Coffee Shop - Extended Edition A Hand Held F..

The Girl in the Coffee Shop - Extended Edition A Hand Held Fantasy I want you to imagine coming across me like this by complete, miraculous happen-stance, in a Starbucks downtown… 💋 Like me, you were escaping the office for your much needed afternoon caffeine fix, when your eyes gleefully landed on a scene so perfect, that you will forever have it burned into your happiest of memories! By the time you entered the Starbucks, I was sitting at a small chair off in the corner of the coffee shop, feet outstretched in front of me, casually propped up on a little table while I sipped my coffee and read… On my feet? Literally a pair of sheer Nylon socks! Like, with the exception of the white fabric patches on the heels and toes of my socks, you could see the soles of my feet clear as day! My soles were obviously soft. VERY soft. Very well cared for! Proudly showing themselves off though the ultra sheer fabric, allowing you to see the entire length of my smooth, supple, stunning arches! My arches were noticeably high, showing off a deep curve that ran perfectly from the base of my heels to the plump, sexy pad, just below my toes! There were slight, subtle details painted all over my pretty soles, like kissable little wrinkles that were created to be licked, and their beauty was glowing in a gorgeous pink hue! Although the white fabric covering my toes wasn’t sheer like the soles of my socks, it was still easily noticeable that my toes were long, perfectly proportionate and obviously made to be sucked! Making out the faint details and outlines of my toes through the fabric, you felt your cock trembling in your pants as you stood in line for your coffee! You knew in your heart they were unspeakably soft to the touch too - The kind of soft, that no word in the english language actually existed to describe it! Your heart pounded in a cute, almost crippling joy, when you thought of how ticklish my soles must be… You weren’t wrong about that either. You could actually tickle me senseless with a long, stiff feather if you wanted! Running it up and down my arches would have me quickly begging you to “Please STOP Tickling my FEET!!” Your thoughts buzzed in frantic excitement, and it took everything you had to focus and this perfect situation unfolding before you! There was a small, empty chair across the table from me, so no mission was ever clearer in your life before! Get your coffee, and GET TO THAT CHAIR! Why did I have my sexy nylon soles propped up on a public table like this? Well, my reasons for it are far more simple than the naughty, erotic fantasies dancing through that sole obsessed mind of yours… I was like this simply because it was comfortable. It was already coming up on 2:30pm, which meant I had already been in these soft, sheer nylon socks for several hours. Add to that fact, that my fuzzy soled, leather winter boots are quite warm, and it made for some very soft, very warm, very pretty feet that wanted some fresh air! By the time you sat in the chair across the table from me, your mind felt light and hazy with lust, as if in the midst of a sweet orgasmic dream! There you found yourself getting lost deeper and deeper in the heavenly sight before you! My crossed soles played and fidgeted as I sipped and read, the sound of the nylon fabric rubbing together played with your heart strings, and there was no mistaking the sweet, subtle scent of vanilla and leather! You were smelling my gorgeous feet! They were beyond lovely! How you longed to lean in and sniff my beautiful arch, before planting a long, loving kiss right in that cluster of perfect little wrinkles! How you longed to reach out and slowly run a single finger down the length of my arch - Something that would have had me instantly scrunching my toes and giggling in a natural ticklish reflex… I said nothing to you, but kept on sipping… Kept on reading. In confidence, I quickly noticed you gazing at the beauty of my feet, and realized that the combination of my fresh pedicure, perfect soles, and sexy nylon socks were probably slaying you! I was pretty sure, that right here in a public coffee shop, I was destroying the mind of a random man who was clearly lost in the sexiness of my propped up feet! I could have taken them down, but why should I have to sacrifice my comfort, just to make some random guys erotic foot frustrations easier? This isn’t my problem. Besides, when is this foot pervert ever gonna get such an amazing sole show again? So instead, I casually, meanly, lean forward from time to time, reaching out to softly stoke and scratch my soft, nylon soles right in your face! All the while, ignoring your obvious lust for my feet, and your obvious need to have them… ******* Alternatively, what if it was warmer weather and the entire situation happened while I was wearing these? It was just your average day of stopping in for your morning coffee before continuing on to work when you saw me sitting in that coffee shop. At first glance, you knew I was a sexy thing, but that’s not what had caught your eye so powerfully. What caught your eye was what I was wearing on my feet! How could you tell what I was wearing on my feet? Because I had them propped up on the little coffee table in front of me while I sat there reading my book and drinking my coffee. What I was wearing on my feet was hard to take in. I mean, you had seen sandals like this on the internet, but you couldn’t recall ever actually seeing someone wearing them out and about in public like this! On my feet, was a very cute pair of completely transparent sandals! As in… with my feet propped up on the table like this, anyone and everyone was getting a very clear view on the soles of my feet, should that be something they wanted to look at, and you, you really wanted to look! Having had a foot fetish for as long as you could remember, you found the soles of women’s feet to be one of the most exotic, erotic and desirable part of the female figure! As you waited off to the side for your order to be up you continued to stare. The longer you stared, the more it made sense that I was not only wearing these sandals, but propping my feet up so bluntly in public! My feet were perfect! Why not show them off? My pretty long toes were all in proportion, wiggling around the top of my sexy sandals as if asking to be sucked, and my flawless, heavenly, soft, creamy, wrinkled soles were quite literally works of art! You had spent countless hours of your life staring at feet and none were quite as delicious looking at the soles on display for you right now! You were so lost in my feet that the barista had to call your name a few times before you clued in, snapping you back to reality to take it from here. From here, your routine was simple: Leave the coffee shop. Go to work. That routine would have to be altered for today, there was no way you were going to miss out on a closer look at my feet. You wouldn’t forgive yourself for depriving your foot fetish of such an incredible experience! It’s not like that coffee shop was packed, plenty of open seats, so of course I took note of you when you sat down awkwardly at the chair right across from me. With the soles of my feet so close to you that you could have literally leaned down and sniffed them, you had to bring your work bag onto your lap in order to cover up the boner quickly growing in your pants! Next, to give the illusion that you weren’t just there to eye fuck my feet, you began to rummage through your work bag for something to “do” while you sat there… Since all you had in your work bag was an extra dress shirt, your lunch & your phone, you decided that your only play was to pull out your phone and “look busy on it.” My feet were still up on the table right in front of you. Incredibly soft looking soles! Plump, juicy heels! God how bad you wanted to just lean down right now, slip off one of my sandals, and nibble on that nut busting heel of mine! Oh Fuck! Your dick continued to throb at the thought, dancing in your pants uncontrollably! Fuck it! You needed to film this! You needed to capture this perfect view of my even more perfect feet! You casually flicked the mute switch on the side of your phone, so that the recording sound wouldn’t happen, and then flipped to your camera app - Perfection! There they were being captured in real time, my very fuck-able feet, crossed up elegantly right in your face! I quickly noticed that for someone “on their phone” you weren’t looking at it very much… My eyes occasionally glanced past my book, beyond my crossed feet, and I knew you were clearly up to something! It only took me a couple moments to realize exactly what that something was! This perv is totally looking at my feet! Is he filming them?! I think he is! The first thought to cross my mind was to just take them down and end this little perv show right now, but there was another part of me that thought your obvious infatuation with my feet was kinda hot. Hilarious and a little bit pathetic, but hot nonetheless… So I left my feet right where they were. As a matter of fact, I started to put on a little foot play show for you - Crossing and uncrossing my feet, slapping my soles against the transparent rubber of my flip flops and even reaching down and touching my feet a little! As you gradually began to spend more and more time looking at my feet & less time watching your own home video, you began to notice me looking at you! Our eyes would quickly lock and we both knew what was going on, but I never said anything, I just went back to my book and continued to wiggle my soles for you… Really, why should I punish you for being attracted to my feet? I mean, even I know for a fact that my feet are VERY pretty! As far as feet go, mine are crazy sexy & totally worth looking at! Besides, it was my decision to leave the house wearing these flip flops - I’m practically inviting the world to stare at my feet! So go for it you pervy…