“Did you wear them?” I asked.
“Yes I did but you’re not really going to do this are you?” she asked me.
“Absolutely I am! A bet is a bet and you lost!” I replied laughing.
She groaned her displeasure as I packed the wet sand firmly around her ankles. When I was done, I snapped a quick photo with her phone to show her exactly what she looked like. When she saw the photo, her eyes opened wide as she began to grasp the situation and what was ahead for her.
“Guy please,” she pleaded, “I really don’t think this is a good idea. I honestly didn’t think we were going to go through with it!”
“You really should have thought of that before you bet me.” I said as I began to unlace her sneakers.
“Please!” she cried. “I’ll do something else. ANYTHING else! Just please not this!” she pleaded as I removed first one sneaker and then the other.
“Did you wear them?” I asked again, pinching the tips of her socks between my fingers.
“Yes! Yes I did! I know how much you love them! That must be worth something right?” she asked.
I pulled her socks off with a quick tug and, as she had promised, beneath she was wearing sheer nude stockings. “Actually, it was part of the bet.” I said, smiling at the view. “I don’t see how that is supposed to give you extra credit.”
She continued to bargain and plead, her feet dancing wildly back and forth as I settled down next to them. She really had no idea how much this entire scene was making me crazy. Not only was she buried in sand, one of my favorite scenarios, but she was also wearing the brand new stockings I had bought her for the occasion. And I love stockings…..
What she hadn't’ noticed was the crowd which had been drawn in by the noise and commotion she was creating. So, as I slowly reached towards her silky feet, I motioned to the crowd, her eyes suddenly noticing all the people standing around.
“I think you’re in for a long afternoon…..”
“Yes I did but you’re not really going to do this are you?” she asked me.
“Absolutely I am! A bet is a bet and you lost!” I replied laughing.
She groaned her displeasure as I packed the wet sand firmly around her ankles. When I was done, I snapped a quick photo with her phone to show her exactly what she looked like. When she saw the photo, her eyes opened wide as she began to grasp the situation and what was ahead for her.
“Guy please,” she pleaded, “I really don’t think this is a good idea. I honestly didn’t think we were going to go through with it!”
“You really should have thought of that before you bet me.” I said as I began to unlace her sneakers.
“Please!” she cried. “I’ll do something else. ANYTHING else! Just please not this!” she pleaded as I removed first one sneaker and then the other.
“Did you wear them?” I asked again, pinching the tips of her socks between my fingers.
“Yes! Yes I did! I know how much you love them! That must be worth something right?” she asked.
I pulled her socks off with a quick tug and, as she had promised, beneath she was wearing sheer nude stockings. “Actually, it was part of the bet.” I said, smiling at the view. “I don’t see how that is supposed to give you extra credit.”
She continued to bargain and plead, her feet dancing wildly back and forth as I settled down next to them. She really had no idea how much this entire scene was making me crazy. Not only was she buried in sand, one of my favorite scenarios, but she was also wearing the brand new stockings I had bought her for the occasion. And I love stockings…..
What she hadn't’ noticed was the crowd which had been drawn in by the noise and commotion she was creating. So, as I slowly reached towards her silky feet, I motioned to the crowd, her eyes suddenly noticing all the people standing around.
“I think you’re in for a long afternoon…..”