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So Im a teacher and I got this job when I first graduated to teach in Berlin. This happened at the airport on the way there.
A large storm had delayed most of the coastal flights and an atmosphere of despondency had settled over the remaining people who had booked overseas. Like most airports, it was OK to pass out on the benches, kick off your shoes, and basically shut out the world while you waited for your flight.
I typically sneak a few glances at cute barefoot women (Is it me or are there always so many attractive women at airports?). This one girl, around 20, was with her sister, dressed in black tights and a puffy hiking jacket. She wore strappy sandals and had brown hair in a ponytail. Her sister was on the phone yapping away, back facing me.
She on the other hand was slouched, lower back on the seat, focused on her tablet. She flexed her toes and ankles and at one point dropped one sandal, baring her foot.
Even from afar, I marvelled at how beautiful her feet were. Her toes and sole were pink and clean looking.
Her sister ended the call, handed the girl what looked like ID and her ticket and then left, leaving her there. We were going to opposite gates but our gates were adjacent. I continued to admire her out the corner of my eye.
Then she fell asleep, fingers laced over her stomach, feet curled up on the seat under her butt. Her sandals lay on the ground, abandoned.
I walked around the terminal a few times so I could see her feet again. Now, her pink slender soles were aimed right outwards.
Then came the delay and a whole bunch of other changes. We ended up all getting transfered to another gate. The crisp clear voice repeated many times. "All flights from Gate 34 and 35 please move to Gate 50 and 51, I repeat..."
But the girl never moved. Everyone else slugglishly tugged their luggage eastward, lile a migrating herd. I looked around, surprised that no one had woken up the girl
I waited a bit and then took my chance to stroke my finger up her warm silky sole. She twitched, shoulders shuddering but didnt move. I dug my finger into the center of her foot and wiggled it. The leg moved back, recoiling and she shifted in her sleep.
Finally she woke up and stared blankly at me. Then, she pulled her legs back and barked something in Spanish ill never know, wide eyed and angry. I felt bad but explained that everyone had had to move and that the flights had been transferred.
She became shocked, then flustered, checking her phone. Muttering a thanks in accented english, she stuffed her beautiful feet in their sandals and took off. I made sure to walk close behind so I could see the velvety flash of each pink sole.
A large storm had delayed most of the coastal flights and an atmosphere of despondency had settled over the remaining people who had booked overseas. Like most airports, it was OK to pass out on the benches, kick off your shoes, and basically shut out the world while you waited for your flight.
I typically sneak a few glances at cute barefoot women (Is it me or are there always so many attractive women at airports?). This one girl, around 20, was with her sister, dressed in black tights and a puffy hiking jacket. She wore strappy sandals and had brown hair in a ponytail. Her sister was on the phone yapping away, back facing me.
She on the other hand was slouched, lower back on the seat, focused on her tablet. She flexed her toes and ankles and at one point dropped one sandal, baring her foot.
Even from afar, I marvelled at how beautiful her feet were. Her toes and sole were pink and clean looking.
Her sister ended the call, handed the girl what looked like ID and her ticket and then left, leaving her there. We were going to opposite gates but our gates were adjacent. I continued to admire her out the corner of my eye.
Then she fell asleep, fingers laced over her stomach, feet curled up on the seat under her butt. Her sandals lay on the ground, abandoned.
I walked around the terminal a few times so I could see her feet again. Now, her pink slender soles were aimed right outwards.
Then came the delay and a whole bunch of other changes. We ended up all getting transfered to another gate. The crisp clear voice repeated many times. "All flights from Gate 34 and 35 please move to Gate 50 and 51, I repeat..."
But the girl never moved. Everyone else slugglishly tugged their luggage eastward, lile a migrating herd. I looked around, surprised that no one had woken up the girl
I waited a bit and then took my chance to stroke my finger up her warm silky sole. She twitched, shoulders shuddering but didnt move. I dug my finger into the center of her foot and wiggled it. The leg moved back, recoiling and she shifted in her sleep.
Finally she woke up and stared blankly at me. Then, she pulled her legs back and barked something in Spanish ill never know, wide eyed and angry. I felt bad but explained that everyone had had to move and that the flights had been transferred.
She became shocked, then flustered, checking her phone. Muttering a thanks in accented english, she stuffed her beautiful feet in their sandals and took off. I made sure to walk close behind so I could see the velvety flash of each pink sole.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
