Tan!?!?
Soleseeker, nah, mate, too 70's and 80's!!! Jet black opaque tights all the way!!!
Regardless..for Millenium New Year's Eve, I was in Scotland celebrating Hogmanhy (think of the event in Times Square for the scale of it). After many drinks, my cousin and I went to a bar where there were only a few people, although some more came in later. Two of these were a husband and wife (or boyfriend and girlfriend, who knows?).
They sat behind us, although I was facing them, and because of this I saw the woman kick off her brown flat shoes and sit there in a pair of thick brown socks. Due to the combination of the alcohol, the circumstances, and the overall Millenium atmosphere, I went up and started talking to them (I tend to make a lot of friends when I'm drunk!!). Truth be told, I can't remember what she looked like, although I'd estimate that she was in her late 30's. She had brown hair, he was called Frank, but that's as much as I can recall!!!
Anyhow, while I was talking to them, I pretended to drop something so that I could see her feet. When I came back up, I said to her,
'I notice you've taken your shoes off'.
'I know, my feet were killing me', she replied.
'Oh, you poor dear. Would you like a foot massage?'
'Erm, yeah, that'd be lovely'
'Can I massage you wife's feet, mate?'
'Yeah, sure go for it'
And with that, I bent down and began to massage her feet, naturally tickling them for good measure, while she squirmed and laughed, and her husband kept on chatting away. After about five minutes, she said that she felt much better now, thank you, and that was that. I went up to her later on to ask if she's still like her feet rubbed (her husband was away at the bar at this point), but she politely declined. Ah, well, can't win 'em all!
Cheers, everybody,
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