The Black Girl
By Slipperlover
From this days I'm taking drive lessons. Some days ago, when I
entered in the classroom, I saw a new
student, a gorgeous black woman, nice and smoothly skin coloured,
all dressed in black and wearing a
pair of cute black high-heeled clogs. First my attention was
caught by the sound of the high-heels touching
the ground. I sat right behind her, on her left side, giving me a
nice view of her feet. She was all the time
sliding in and out her feet from the clogs, most of the times she
was noisy, shaking the clogs and clacking
the heels on the floor, or draging the heels, just to take them
off and showing her pretty feet. I loved to
see her soles, lighter than the rest of the skin. Her soles have
also many cute wrinkles that we appreciate
so much. And the clogs seem to be new, they shine a lot and make
nice and loud sounds, which sure does
attract my attention. I was very excited during all the class
watching her moves, sometimes very fast, in a
restless way, causing the clogs slapping her soles... Sometimes,
in a natural way, she scratch the heels on
the ground, over and over and over, giving me a real hard-on.
During that day I was thinking about that
woman and her restless feet in and out of the clogs.
Next day I found her again, dressed in blue but with the same
black clogs. My heart start jumping and
couldn't take off my eyes from her feet. This time I sat right
behind her and I could see her heels jumping
out from the clogs and then her toes dipping into the clogs
again. I took some courage and a little piece of
paper and I wrote "I love what you're doing with your feet". Then
I folded the little paper and waited for
the right moment. And it was when she made some movements, making
a clog slide out from a foot.
There it was the perfect moment. Right in front of me, on the
floor, was her clog, waiting for her dipping
foot. I made my opportunity and put the fold paper inside her
clog. Two seconds later her foot touched
the heel of the clog and made a fast dipping, causing a loud
clack sound.
My heart was beating so hard that I thought it could be heard by
the other people around. She notice
something inside the clog, so she shake it and the clog shuffled
across the ground. Then she looked inside
and saw my little note. She read it and smile, while putting her
clog again on the floor. Since nobody else
but me was behind her, she clearly knew that it was me who put it
inside her clog. Well, who else could it
be? She looked at me and smiled again. I gave a nice one too in
return. Then she rip a piece of paper
from her notebook, wrote something and gave it back to me. I grab
it, ansious and read it: "You should
see me wearing my slippers around the house. I love to slap them
on my soles and sliding my feet in and
out like I'm doing now. I'm always doing this." I couldn't
believe what I was reading! That woman knew
what she was doing to me and was having fun with it!
Again, I wrote to her: "I would love to know about you slippers
and more things that you love to do to
them." Her response: "I have a pair of white ones, very soft and
with wedge-heel and feathers. They do
some pretty slap sounds when I walk around the house or when I'm
sitting at a table." I was thrilling with
it! I wrote her again: "I wish that I could see you playing your
feet with your white slippers. I love white
slippers. Tell me more about it. I'm just loving...". She keeps
smiling and writing to me: "I do this all the
time. Sometimes I do it without notice. My mum are always telling
me, girl, stop with that, put quite with
your slippers (I do lots of clacking heels, like I'm doing now),
but I don't care and keep going in and out
with my feet. I love to feel the slippers falling from my feet
and toes. I do dangling also."
As you can imagine, I was very excited with all this words from
that nice and cute woman. I wrote her
again: "Do you have more clogs or slippers?" She answered: "I
have another pair of wooden clogs that I
bought last Summer and I enjoy so much wearing them. The rubber
layer on the heel is already worn out
which makes a characteristic clapping sound when I walk in them
on a hard surface, like this ones I'm
wearing now." When she gave me this note she shaked continuosly
her clogs, making caresses with her
toes to them, causing the clogs drag on the floor again. I was so
excited!
I stoped the notes and gave all my attention to her feet. She
didn't stop a second with her clogs. I could
really saw how she ran her slick toetips in faster circles,
roling the clogs from heel to toes and making
them gripping the clogs. Then she dangled them, causing her clogs
slightly pointing upward into the air.
The soles of her clogs met her feet again with loud slaps. It was
realy nice to see her doing this to her
noisy soles. She crossed her legs. The heel from her dangling
clog shuffled and then slapped on the foot. I
stood there and watched her for about 20 minutes. Then she gone
away and left me this note: "I'm going
home and I'll put my white slippers. As usual, I'm going to play
with them, making them my favourite toy
for my feet. Bye-bye."
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