Re: Women with shoes step on bare feet
Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2021 2:55 pm
A few more:
Yes, boots and sneakers too!
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where is the continuation?Footstomplover wrote: ↑Thu Oct 14, 2021 6:08 am Last year of school (Part 4)
I could sleep a bit, but after a few hours, the program continued: we all went back to the train station to go to town from there. The weather was good, so it was no problem for me to wear t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. On the way to the train station, I was chatting with another guy and we were not walking too fast. This caused that at some point superstar girl walked passed us as she was faster. This was a good opportunity for me to look at her shoes, but unfortunately there was no chance to get my feet close to hers. The same also for the train ride. When we arrived in town, we started the sightseeing: at first, the entire group went together. I tried to stay close to superstar girl, but again there were no good opportunities for foot tramples. After we visited some places, the sightseeing continued in groups: each student went with his/her teacher. As superstar girl had a different teacher, I could not go with her anymore. Nothing interesting happened in my group and once we were through with this part, we could continue on our own in groups of three to five students. I went with some guys, so again nothing interesting to tell here. Doing the sightseeing in small groups went on for the rest of the stay.
On one day, after coming back from sightseeing and after taking a shower, I sat on the porch of our cabin and played cards with some other guys, partly from my cabin. It was still quite warm, so it was no problem for me to be barefoot with shorts and t-shirt. It was a bit late already so it started to get dark. At some point, I saw superstar girl approaching. As always during the trip, she was wearing her superstars, so I became excited immediately. She went to the neighboring cabin and knocked on the door. After a while without anyone opening the door, she headed towards us. At the lower end of the stairs to our porch, she stopped and asked:
- Hi, do you know when they will be back?
With "they", she meant the guys from the other cabin. We did not know and I said:
- If you want, you can wait here and play cards with us.
- Thanks, but I just come back later.
Then she left and we went on playing.
After maybe 10 to 15 minutes, she came back -- together with some of the guys from the neighboring cabin and a few more girls, including converse girl (who was also wearing her converse again). The guys from the cabin went inside (maybe they took a shower) and the girls waited outside chatting. By that time, it had not gotten completely dark yet, but enough to make playing cards difficult. So one of the players suggested:
- Shall we see what the others are up to?
One of guys from my cabin preferred to keep chilling on the porch, but the rest -- including myself -- was about to join the group of girls. The other guys went in the cabin to bring back the games and to put on shoes. My heart was racing as I wanted to approach the girls barefoot, but I could not decide whether I should really do it. The area in front of the cabins was only soil and especially on the paths where people walked to and from the cabins, there was hardly any grass left (the parts without grass defined the paths). The girls were standing on a bit broader part without grass which was roughly in the middle between my cabin the neighboring one. Especially this part was a bit muddy due to some recent rain. This fact increased both difficulty and excitement for me to go there barefoot. Not knowing how to proceed, I just remained sitting on the porch with the other guy. It did not take long and the others came out again, ready to go. One of them asked me:
- You also stay here?
- No, I was waiting for you.
With this, I got up and took a step towards him to indicate that I was ready. He looked at my feet and asked:
- You don't need shoes?
- No, I find it comfortable without'em.
- Ok, then I guess we can go.
I was glad that he did not ask further questions. We went down the stairs of our porch and approached the group of girls. I felt the soil under my feet, it was a bit cold and moist. When we reached the girls, we all said 'Hi' and arranged ourselves in a circle. Luckily, I managed to stand next to superstar girl, but unfortunately not also next to converse girl. Of course, it did not go unnoticed that I was barefoot, so one of the girls asked:
- Why aren't you wearing shoes?
- It's comfortable like that.
- But your feet are getting all dirty in that mud.
- That's no problem. I can wash them later.
Then superstar girl asked:
- And are you only walking barefoot around your cabin here or do you do it anywhere?
- I probably wouldn't go into the city without shoes, but here on the campground it should be fine.
As I was still looking at superstar girl, she continued:
- Well, we'll all go dancing in the canteen tonight. Are you also coming ... barefoot?
Dancing with superstar and converse girl? Barefoot and possibly in a place with low light? This was getting better and better. But at the same time, I felt more and more uncomfortable as the other people were listening the entire time to this conversation about me being barefoot. Luckily, superstar girl asked the last question in a somehow challenging way, so I could easily answer:
- Sure.
- Whoa! That's brave. Then you really have to pay attention that you don't get your feet stepped on.
Before I could say anything, superstar girl's best friend jumped in:
- Haha yeah, especially around [superstar girl] because she can go quite crazy on the dancefloor and then she doesn't notice anymore what she steps on. I can tell from experience!
Superstar girl said:
- I know, sooorry. I just love dancing!
I entered the conversation again by saying to superstar girl:
- Sounds like you are really able to get the maximum out of the music.
- Depends on the music.
With this, the attention was drawn away from my feet and the conversation continued with different topics. More people joined, including the guys from the neighboring cabin. Luckily, no one asked about my bare feet again. At some point, we decided to go. The way to the canteen was not long (maybe 5 minutes), but there were parts with gravel which were quite challenging for me. I had to walk carefully on that, but my bare soles still hurt. At the same time, it made me hot as I could see how superstar girl carelessly walked over the gravel with her shoes on. I was a few meters behind her, so I had a good view on her shoes: there was some mud stuck to the soles -- not surprising after what we had just stood on.
When we reached the canteen, we did not immediately enter, but stayed in front of it (I do not remember why, but possibly because some people wanted to smoke). I was relieved that the ground in that entrance area was concrete and no gravel anymore. The walls on that side of the canteen were completely made of glass, so we could already see other people dancing inside. Also the music was loud enough to be hearable outside. Again we formed a circle and some people -- including superstar girl -- started to dance in its center. Being shy and without any dancing experience, I did not dare to join, so I stayed in the circle around the dancers. Of course, I only had eyes for superstar girl: she was indeed quite crazy as she moved around a lot. At some point, she was directly in front of me, so I thought about how to get my feet under hers. Even though she had her back turned to me, I did not dare to look down, but I knew that my feet were only a few centimeters away from her moving superstars. While I was still thinking whether I should bring one of my feet forward, she stepped back and her right superstar landed squarely on my right foot. Ouch! As she was in full movement, she crushed my foot with quite some impact. The hard superstar sole was pressed on my toes and instep, but unfortunately only for one moment as she stepped off immediately. The good thing was: she did not say anything or even looked at me, so either she did not notice or did not care that she stepped on my foot and both these options were attractive for me. We stayed outside a little longer and then -- between two songs -- proceeded to go inside.
To be continued...