FreshPedicure
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Some true stories are just too good to not post on here. I believe this is one of those stories.
So this year I’ve taken notice of a new teacher at the daycare that my youngest goes to. She’s probably in her late 40s, petite at around 5’2” and in really good shape especially for her age, the kind of woman you can just tell exercises and takes really good care of herself. A brunette with a straight, shiny mane of hair and fair ivory skin that clearly didn't get much abuse from the sun over the years. She has lively blue eyes and a nice white smile that she flashed as she introduced herself to me as Tina.
I noticed something else about her too. From across the room actually, well before she walked over to me: a gorgeous pair of feet in tan flip flops. Not a strange sight per se, but for a teacher at a daycare, it certainly didn't seem to be the norm. But then again, neither was the rest of her outfit, I guess. A white t-shirt that fit snuggly across her small perky breasts and clung to her taut stomach and waistline and a light denim jeans that were cuffed at the bottoms as if to highlight her flip-flopped feet even more than the shiny fire-engine-red nail polish on her toes.
When she got closer to me I realized that her feet were actually not just nice, but amazing. Sort of small, I'd say about a size 6 or so, and ivory white like the rest of her skin, made whiter by the flashy red nail polish. Her toes were a perfect medium length and shaped nicely, and her arches looked high.
I learned quickly in our conversation that she was a sort of "overseer" at the daycare and that her two daughters worked at there, whom I already knew. Both very pretty girls in their early twenties. Immediately it made sense to me: of course they had a knockout for a mother. The elder daughter--Sophie--sort of resembled her mother, with beautiful blue eyes and brunette hair and a petite, well-toned body. Her sister--Olivia--was fair skinned like the other two ladies, but had lighter hair and brown eyes. She too was in good shape, though thinner and less athletic looking. I remember once seeing Sophie wearing some kind of sandals and noting that she had a nice pedicure and wore an anklet, but don't remember her feet being as striking as Tina's.
Ok, so introductions are out of the way... Onto the story...
When I arrived at the school to pick up my youngest I noticed Olivia was holding her and getting her things ready to go home. Sophie said hello and we chatted. I asked her a question that she didn't know the answer to and she said "let's go over to my mom's office and ask her--she'll know". She led me on a quick walk to a wooden door that was half closed and pushed it open slowly. I could hear Tina talking as we approached. When we cleared the door I didn't immediately see Tina at the desk in the center of the room. Sophie and I looked to out left and there she was, on the small blue sofa that sat immediately adjacent to the door. She had her phone on her lap and earbuds in her ears, dressed in an outfit almost exactly the same as the one I descibed above from the few days earlier, except, even better... Her perfect bare feet were propped up on the tiny wooden coffee table infront of her, one crossed over the other, totally relaxed and swaying a bit.
My heart jumped a bit. She smiled and waved and motioned with finger as if to say "I'll be with you in one second". I tried not to stare. I moved a bit more into the room and looked down. Her arches were indeed high and her soles looked so soft. Wrinkled in all the right places and smooth on all the others. She moved her toes a bit as if to show me just how great her soles could look.
"Sorry.. I didn't know she would be busy... I'm sure she'll be done in just a minute." Sophie said with a polite tone. A few more seconds went by as we chatted. Tina shot me a look like "sorry this is taking so long." I didn't care at all, my eyes kept wandering over to her perfect soles.
Finally, Sophie backed up toward her mom on the couch and very discretely fluttered her fingers on the ball of Tina's right foot. My eyes must've went wide. Tina's sure did. She jumped a bit and her toes reacted reflexively. Sophie struck again. This time lower, on the center of her arch. Tina jumped again and said "alright, well it sounds like we've got a good plan in place..." pausing to wait for whoever was on the other to speak as she shot her daughter a "don't you dare" look.
Sophie winked at me "She's so ticklish... I knew it would make her hang up!" and reached down again, this time with both hands and skittered all her fingers across both of her mother's wrinkled arches. Tina jumped, this time for real. Her legs came off the table as her voice stumbled a bit "Ok... Great... I'll reach out to you first thing in the morning then. Thanks again. Bye!"
She slipped her feet into the flip flops below the sofa and stood up. "Sorry about that! Thank you for being so patient..."
"No problem at all." I said with a smile, half waiting for one of them to acknowledge what happened. But no one did. We just went off into a conversation and that was it.
So this year I’ve taken notice of a new teacher at the daycare that my youngest goes to. She’s probably in her late 40s, petite at around 5’2” and in really good shape especially for her age, the kind of woman you can just tell exercises and takes really good care of herself. A brunette with a straight, shiny mane of hair and fair ivory skin that clearly didn't get much abuse from the sun over the years. She has lively blue eyes and a nice white smile that she flashed as she introduced herself to me as Tina.
I noticed something else about her too. From across the room actually, well before she walked over to me: a gorgeous pair of feet in tan flip flops. Not a strange sight per se, but for a teacher at a daycare, it certainly didn't seem to be the norm. But then again, neither was the rest of her outfit, I guess. A white t-shirt that fit snuggly across her small perky breasts and clung to her taut stomach and waistline and a light denim jeans that were cuffed at the bottoms as if to highlight her flip-flopped feet even more than the shiny fire-engine-red nail polish on her toes.
When she got closer to me I realized that her feet were actually not just nice, but amazing. Sort of small, I'd say about a size 6 or so, and ivory white like the rest of her skin, made whiter by the flashy red nail polish. Her toes were a perfect medium length and shaped nicely, and her arches looked high.
I learned quickly in our conversation that she was a sort of "overseer" at the daycare and that her two daughters worked at there, whom I already knew. Both very pretty girls in their early twenties. Immediately it made sense to me: of course they had a knockout for a mother. The elder daughter--Sophie--sort of resembled her mother, with beautiful blue eyes and brunette hair and a petite, well-toned body. Her sister--Olivia--was fair skinned like the other two ladies, but had lighter hair and brown eyes. She too was in good shape, though thinner and less athletic looking. I remember once seeing Sophie wearing some kind of sandals and noting that she had a nice pedicure and wore an anklet, but don't remember her feet being as striking as Tina's.
Ok, so introductions are out of the way... Onto the story...
When I arrived at the school to pick up my youngest I noticed Olivia was holding her and getting her things ready to go home. Sophie said hello and we chatted. I asked her a question that she didn't know the answer to and she said "let's go over to my mom's office and ask her--she'll know". She led me on a quick walk to a wooden door that was half closed and pushed it open slowly. I could hear Tina talking as we approached. When we cleared the door I didn't immediately see Tina at the desk in the center of the room. Sophie and I looked to out left and there she was, on the small blue sofa that sat immediately adjacent to the door. She had her phone on her lap and earbuds in her ears, dressed in an outfit almost exactly the same as the one I descibed above from the few days earlier, except, even better... Her perfect bare feet were propped up on the tiny wooden coffee table infront of her, one crossed over the other, totally relaxed and swaying a bit.
My heart jumped a bit. She smiled and waved and motioned with finger as if to say "I'll be with you in one second". I tried not to stare. I moved a bit more into the room and looked down. Her arches were indeed high and her soles looked so soft. Wrinkled in all the right places and smooth on all the others. She moved her toes a bit as if to show me just how great her soles could look.
"Sorry.. I didn't know she would be busy... I'm sure she'll be done in just a minute." Sophie said with a polite tone. A few more seconds went by as we chatted. Tina shot me a look like "sorry this is taking so long." I didn't care at all, my eyes kept wandering over to her perfect soles.
Finally, Sophie backed up toward her mom on the couch and very discretely fluttered her fingers on the ball of Tina's right foot. My eyes must've went wide. Tina's sure did. She jumped a bit and her toes reacted reflexively. Sophie struck again. This time lower, on the center of her arch. Tina jumped again and said "alright, well it sounds like we've got a good plan in place..." pausing to wait for whoever was on the other to speak as she shot her daughter a "don't you dare" look.
Sophie winked at me "She's so ticklish... I knew it would make her hang up!" and reached down again, this time with both hands and skittered all her fingers across both of her mother's wrinkled arches. Tina jumped, this time for real. Her legs came off the table as her voice stumbled a bit "Ok... Great... I'll reach out to you first thing in the morning then. Thanks again. Bye!"
She slipped her feet into the flip flops below the sofa and stood up. "Sorry about that! Thank you for being so patient..."
"No problem at all." I said with a smile, half waiting for one of them to acknowledge what happened. But no one did. We just went off into a conversation and that was it.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
