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The fair experience by Peter:
From Peter
During my last visit to a technology exhibition, I had a wonderful experience. A blond girl was performing product demonstraions n the monter of an english company. The product itself was not so interesting, but her legs and shoes were.
She was approximately 25 years old, 175 cm long, very slim, and wore a white blouse, a black miniskirt, tan nylons and hypermodern black pumps with pointed toes an a quadratic heel, at least 10 cm (4") high. She did the product demonstration very well, but the leg show - apparently unconciously - was much better.
Wow, this woman really knew how to move her feet and legs in the right light.
The show lasted for about 20 minutes. She fascinated me. Just to carry shoes like that on an exhibition, to stand and walk in them for at least 8 hours relly exhausted the feet!
 During the show, my fantasies drifted away. Just fancy how nice it would be in the evening, to slip out of these shoes, how sweaty the shoes would be, how her feat and the shoes would smell after this day, after the whole exhibition... The end of the show woke me up.
I continued and came to a corner where smoking was allowed. There were tables and chairs and desks there. Since all chairs were occupied, I leaned against a desk and lit a cigarette and started to think again about those legs in the wonderful shoes. Then i heard a noise that i really liked - click, click, click - I turned instinctively around. It was the girl with a collegue from her monter. They stood two desks away, in order to smoke a cigarette as well. Obviously without taking notice of being watched, she again began with my favourite show, slipping in and out of her shoes, stretched her toes, played with her toes at the edge of the pumps, and then slid the foot back into the shoe. She had wonderful feet. I noticed that her stockings were discoloured in black in the toe and heel areas by the inside leather of the shoe.
I became awfully hot by this sight. nUnfortunately lasted this show only for one cigarette. Then she disappeared towards the monter again. I looked after her longingly.
Two hours later, I went back to this corner and was lucky this time, finding a free table with four chairs. As I was tired, I sat down. My legs hurt. I thought of her again. How bad her feet must hurt now! 
I had brought along a cup of coffee and read in the exhibition catalogue, as a female voice asked me in english, if the seats were taken. I looked up and immediately blushed. It was her. I spontaneously answered that all three chairs were free.
She haf brought a cup of coffee too, and took another cigarette.
Almost automatically, she slipped out of her great shoes and wiggled her toes.
Now I had a marvellous sight of her great feet and shoes. First I niticed that she had a tattoo (a rose) at the side of her foot.
I also had a good look at the shoes. The inside was black and they must slready have been worn often and for a long time, since the golden Label still was readable and the suppor tat the inside of the heel was polished and smooth. I also discovered a inlay-sole of smooth light brown leather in the toe area. There one copuld clearly see the foot print.
I sat in deep thoughts only about her shoes and feet, staring. I was afraid to speak my thoughts out loud, when she interrupted me again. "I hope it doesn't diturb you, but my feet still kill me". I answered that it really didn't disturb me at all, and i appreciated that a girl with such shoes went to an exhibition. She laughed. "That's my little secret", she said. "You should see how many men that come and stay in our monter". "I can imagine that. You have wonderful feet and shoes."
She thanked me and said that she must return. She slipped on the shoes again and stood up, only to immediately sit down again, take the shoes off, remove the inlay soles. "Now it isn't so tight anymore" she said and went. I looked after her.
The shoes now fit so loosely, that her heels slipped in and out of them as she walked.
At a trash can, she made a short stop, and threw the inlay soles away, then she disappeared.
My chance to get a special fair memory, I thought.
I went to the trash can, looked around, and when noone was watching me, and picked up the soles. Next, I went to the toilet.
Now I could watch the soles in deep. They were still lightly damp and had a dark brown print from her toes. Now I deeply inhaled the arome, a mixture of leather, the feet smell and her perfume. It completely surrounded me. I had to get some air to release the pressure. |
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Lady of Burlesque, Miss Temepest Storm. She tries to be true to the peformances of Miss Storm,by trying to copy her mannerisms, and using the music of the time, which was the Big Band Era .
her high standards, and walks and dances in 5 and a half inch heels(she has danced in 5 and 3/4 inch heels) - she says, "you have to be tough to be a TV"
girdle,which was the standard for girl's then, and stockings. She enjoyed her body and was willing to show it off when she had the chance. So I made a modification to her girdle. I cut out the crotch area and had her wear this girdle without panties. This to she would wear to school. Since I usually took her to and from school I would always check to make sure she was crotchless when I let her out of the car and when I picked her up. I already told you that I love high heels. So one of the things we liked to do was to go shoe shopping while she was wearing this crotchless girdle. We would enter the store and look for the young good looking salesman. We would speak to him to make sure he knew that we were his customer. We would then decide which heels we wanted to try on her and then find a seat away from the view of the other people in the store. We would tell the kid to bring out all these pairs of heels and proceed to try them on. As he would raise her feet to slip the shoes on and off she would spread her legs apart just enough so he could get a look up her skirt. It was fun to watch their reactions when they first got a look at Judy's snatch. They would look away not quite believing what they just saw. However once they saw her they always found time to look again and again. She would just smile and act like she didn't know what he was looking at and we would talk about the shoes she was trying on. We bought a lot of shoes this way. I often think about Judy and the good old days and the stories those shoe salesman had to tell. 
