The Mall (I)

by Sweet Feet

I was walking around the mall the other day.
I had on a short, printed sundress, tan hose
and my black slides. I had some time to waste
so I sat down on a white park bench in the middle of the
mall to see what type of action I could stir up.

About 50 feet in front of me there was another bench that
a plain looking middle aged man was sitting on
casually reading a brochure. I sat down and crossed my legs
to let the shoe on my left foot dangle off
my toes.

It only took a minute to get his attention.
He tried to continue reading the brochure but
realized it was no use. He acted like he had
finished the brochure and put it away.
When I started massaging the back of my heel he shifted
his position to get a better look.

I glanced at him a few times and when I did he tried to
act like he was looking at the store to my left.
I could tell by his devious grin and his eyes
he was not interested in the jewelry store he was
pretending to be looking at. He made sure he
put the brochure in his lap to cover the
growing bulge but was failing miserably.

I know I had him right where I wanted him so I let my shoe
drop and started working the kinks out
of my toes which were painted a fluorescent red.
He turned a little red and his grin got bigger.
I slowly replaced my shoe and changed legs.
This time I acted like I was waiting for
someone and let my leg move back and forth
impatiently. The more I moved my leg the
more my shoe slid down my foot and eventually
fell off. I just let my shoe lay on the ground
as I flexed my toes and stretched my arch.
It must have been too much for him because
he tried to shift his position to hide the bulge
in his pants with out success.

When he had finally had enough, I put my shoe back
on and slowly walked past him, making sure he
got a good view of every part of my foot.
I stopped about five feet in front of him
and lifted my ankle up to adjust the strap
that went across the top of my foot.
He watched intently from the great vantage point
I had allowed him. As I started to move away
again, I took one last glance back at him
and realized he was still watching me and would
have a real problem if I stayed any longer.

I smiled to myself knowing that he would not soon forget me or my pretty feet.


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