Irony of Shoe Removal | sandals high heels, barefoot story

You Just Never Know I’m in a restaurant, seated at a booth, when two attractive women in their late twenties come in and sat down at a nearby table. Both are wearing skirts that go to just below the knees. One woman, bare-legged, has on high-heeled sandals with two straps that go across the tops of her feet and a strap that goes around the ankles, but the other has sheer stockings and high-heeled pumps. I’m hoping the woman with the pumps will give me a show. A waitress takes their order and I slow down my eating. I’m in the perfect spot in my booth. By turning my head slightly, I can see everything. I’m thinking it’s too bad the one woman has the sandals with straps, because she has really nice calves and feet, and she has her legs crossed at the knees, so that one foot is hanging in the air. But with those straps, I know dangling and dipping is out of the question. So I’m concentrating on the woman with the pumps. The women face each other and talk, but nothing happens down below. But I’m still watching and hoping. Those pumps could come off any time. The waitress brings their food. As she asks them if they want anything else, sandal woman reaches down with one hand and fumbles with the ankle strap of the sandal that’s in the air. She brings her hand back up, and both women start to eat. After a couple bites, the sandal woman’s hand goes down again. She runs her fingers along that ankle strap, then starts touching the buckle. Meanwhile the other woman is eating and her pumps haven’t gone anywhere. The woman with the sandals starts working at that buckle. Now all of my attention is on her. Then the waitress comes up to me and asks me if I want anything else.

I order dessert, which I normally don’t do, but there’s no way I’m leaving the restaurant now. Sandal woman undoes the buckle, uncrosses her legs, and slips the shoe off. My heart pounds as she then crosses her legs so that the other foot is in the air. She unbuckles the strap of that sandal, pulls it from her foot, drops it to the floor, and then resumes eating. She’s sitting there barefoot, and I’m in heaven. My dessert arrives, but I’m so excited I can hardly eat. I continue watching, enjoying the view. The woman with the pumps hasn’t made one move to even partially remove a shoe, but I don’t care. I’ve got something great. Sandal woman, now barefoot woman, uncrosses her legs, crosses them the other way, uncrosses them again, has both feet flat on the floor, crosses her legs again with the foot in the air bouncing, scrunching, and rotating at the ankle. She changes legs and goes through these movements with the other foot. By now, twenty minutes have gone by, and I’m wondering if I’ll have to order another dessert. The women finish eating, and the waitress brings their check. Barefoot woman reaches down and pulls her sandals close to her. She sets her feet on them, mashing down the straps. I’m thinking the show is almost over, she’ll be putting those sandals on again. But after another minute, pump woman gets up, picks up her purse and the check. Barefoot woman stands, bends down, and grabs her sandals by the straps. She retrieves her purse from the table. Pump woman heads for the cash register, barefoot woman starts to follow, purse in one hand and sandals dangling from the other. But after she takes a couple steps, she turns and smiles at me. Then the two women leave, with me watching those beautiful legs and bare feet as they walk out. So you just never know what can happen. I do know that I’ll be in that restaurant, same time every day, until I see that woman again. I’m going to ask her for a date. Who knows? .