The next experience I can recall took place when I was about 15, and we had the already mentioned Mrs S taking us for a maths lesson. She was subbing for another teacher, and so there was some groundwork to go over before she knew what we were studying. She was wearing a pale green jacket, grey skirt, white tights and grey heels. I knew what to expect from her shoe-playing antics by now, and settled in for a great show! As she stood at the head of the class, she didn't disappoint as she crossed her right foot over her left and arched it slightly, the heel of her foot twitching in mid-air. The heel then began a slow, teasing escape before being fully exposed, Mrs S flapping her shoe back and forth as my gaze was purely focused on her stocking foot, willing it to become more exposed...
As if Mrs S had read my mind, she began to dangle, her right shoe just barely clinging onto her toes before a full release and exposure of stocking foot! Mrs S's voice was just a drone now, as I looked at her foot, resting on her toes and then flat on the floor. Mrs S would then put her toes into the shoe, which was now on its side and move it back and forth, like a cat toying with a mouse. This went on for about 10 minutes, during which time my eyes flicked back and forth to Mrs S, her foot, back to Mrs S and then back to her foot. It was delightful and torture, being unintentionally teased like that....of course, the shoe eventually went back on, but I couldn't get events out of my mind, and so after the lesson I went to ask Mrs S a question. With no hesitation and being quite bold, I thought, I stood in front of Mrs S (albeit with only one or two other people left after class) and asked her about her shoeplay...
'Miss, why do you keep taking your shoes on and off?'
Not quite having believed I'd asked it, I waited for Mrs S to respond. Thankfully, she burst out laughing, a huge smile on her face and said that her feet always ached. I didn't offer to massage them for her, I wasn't that brave, but the fact I'd asked and she'd responded was good enough for me.
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As if Mrs S had read my mind, she began to dangle, her right shoe just barely clinging onto her toes before a full release and exposure of stocking foot! Mrs S's voice was just a drone now, as I looked at her foot, resting on her toes and then flat on the floor. Mrs S would then put her toes into the shoe, which was now on its side and move it back and forth, like a cat toying with a mouse. This went on for about 10 minutes, during which time my eyes flicked back and forth to Mrs S, her foot, back to Mrs S and then back to her foot. It was delightful and torture, being unintentionally teased like that....of course, the shoe eventually went back on, but I couldn't get events out of my mind, and so after the lesson I went to ask Mrs S a question. With no hesitation and being quite bold, I thought, I stood in front of Mrs S (albeit with only one or two other people left after class) and asked her about her shoeplay...
'Miss, why do you keep taking your shoes on and off?'
Not quite having believed I'd asked it, I waited for Mrs S to respond. Thankfully, she burst out laughing, a huge smile on her face and said that her feet always ached. I didn't offer to massage them for her, I wasn't that brave, but the fact I'd asked and she'd responded was good enough for me.
Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV