Worldwide feet

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I have some free time right now, so I thought I would reminisce and share some of the best shoeplay and feet experiences by strangers I have had in my travels around the world. I will pick the best experience in each country where I have been. There are a few countries where I was not on the ground long enough to experience anything and some others where I pick an experience on a flight over the country’s air space.

I’ll start with the United States. Nothing sticks in my memory more than attending opening night of the movie “Alice’s Restaurantâ€￾ in Washington, DC. At the time it was almost guaranteed that if you went to a 7:00 pm show on Friday you would experience or see shoeplay from the government secretaries still dressed from work. I was in line pretty early and even though there were plenty of seats when I entered I knew it would fill up. Something told me to grab a seat right beside a young woman in a skirt and wearing classic black pumps and white hose. She did have a male companion. While waiting for the movie to begin she did heelpop, which I noticed when other people made their way past us. When the coming attractions started I was surprised to see she had crossed her right leg over her left and there was no shoe on her foot. She quickly extended her left foot, also shoeless, and pressed it hard against my right calf as she lifted her right foot up, tucked next to me, on the seat. Her left foot followed. She made no comment to me and soon put her legs so that her knees were up under her chin. She had covered her legs and feet with a raincoat. Soon the feet came down beside me again and sneaked out from under the raincoat. She started rotating one ankle and soon the foot smacked into my thigh. She stopped rotating but kept the foot by my side and said nothing. She eventually pulled her legs upright under her chin again and when she lowered them toward me, a rush of air went past my face and I could smell the musty, wet, sweaty odor of her feet, really nice. She had one foot lightly touching my thigh and stayed that way throughout the rest of the movie, a nice, long one. I have continued to be amazed that even though she was with a guy, I got all her foot action.

Now for Canada. My first trip there was to Montreal for Expo 67. The Australian pavilion had sheepskin easy chairs that when you sat on them activated a recording and told you facts about the country. When I was there a woman with loafers and hose was sitting in a chair with the loafers off and her feet pulled up, tucked to the side. She must have felt she could not stay in one chair all the time in the busy pavilion. So she kept moving from chair to chair, slipping off her shoes at each. I kept following her, sitting in each chair as she went to another.

I have had one trip to Mexico, to see the Copper Canyon. I stayed a few nights in the small village of Bauichivo, being picked up at the railway station many miles away in an ex-school bus owned by the hotel (a converted mission). The hotel also had folk singers and dancers who would perform elsewhere in the country. When my tour group returned to the railway station, we were asked to share the bus with the performers. I was lucky enough to have a pretty senorita sit next to me and dangle her scuffed red flats from her bare feet during the rough ride.

In Brazil I went on a tour to the Imperial Museum in Petropolis. They have a policy there that you must put booties over your shoes to protect the floors. Two women, from France, I believe, were on the tour and one refused to put on the booties, instead removing her sandals and walking barefoot throughout the museum. At times I ended up standing very close to her and a couple of times she swung her arm out to point at something and I could smell her sweaty sandals she was holding.

In Paraguay I and another person had to remain in Asuncion to get Argentine visas just before Christmas while the rest of the group went ahead. We took a bus to Resistencia, Argentina, to catch up a day later. There was a hostess on the bus. She wore high heels on her bare feet and part of her job seemed to be to keep the driver awake as the bus drove through the night. She sat on a sort of platform next to the driver, with her feet bare, and they played a dice game to keep him awake. This trip was during the time of the disappearances in Argentina and when we crossed the border from Paraguay the driver removed a small Paraguayan flag that was pinned at his shoulder. We were stopped once at a roadblock of Argentine soldiers and had to get off and show papers.

In Argentina, my group had lunch at an estancia one day and the young hostess sat with some of us afterwards and talked. She had on blue canvas espadrilles and dangled them from her bare feet.

From Bolivia, I do not recall any special feet experiences.

In Peru, some of my group signed up for a city tour in Lima before our flights would leave that night. Our guide wore high heels and dipped her bare feet a lot during the visits.

I lived in Australia for three years and one time I took a vacation in Perth. I visited the University of Western Australia library one day. Wandering around I saw a young woman, seemed to be partly Aborigine or Pacific Islander from her coloring and kinky hair. She was very well-dressed, tall and skinny. She had off-white open-toed slingbacks on over white hose and you could see her scratched red polish on her toes. She had her feet pulled back under her chair and was heelpopping. I walked around some more in the library and decided to sit awhile. I forgot where the woman had been seated so I just picked a carrel and sat there with a book I had pulled from the stacks. Soon enough someone sat at the carrel across from me. It was her. The way the carrels were built, angling into one another, I had a great view of her legs and feet and she could not see me watching. Her legs stretched front and I felt her feet touch my shoes. She pulled back immediately and crossed her legs and dropped a shoe. Her legs were so long that her toes were still touching the inside of her shoe when the leg was crossed. I had a great show for a couple of hours and then she left.

In New Zealand I arrived at Auckland after a long flight. My hotel was a converted YMCA or college dorm, with a tiny room, but I slept all day and then when I was hungry at night I wandered out and found a McDonald’s. It was quite cold weather but one woman in a group of Maoris was barefoot. Looking at her dirty bare feet as I had my burger was quite enjoyable.

I had a transit stop in Tahiti on the way back to the US from New Zealand and spent the time watching bare feet in the airport. On a similar transit stop in Fiji on the way to Australia I can’t remember anything special, I think my flight was the only one there in the middle of the night.

I have made several transit stops in Japan but the best foot experience was on a plane to Tokyo from Bangkok. I had noticed a nice Thai or Burmese woman on the bus to the plane in Bangkok. She was wearing hose and yellow flats. On the plane she was in the seat in front of me. I think she was a newlywed traveling to the US with her new husband. A movie was being shown even as we descended to land in Tokyo and I kept sticking my socked foot front under her seat and she had her feet pulled back and was playing with her shoes. I enjoyed feeling her lightweight shoes play with my foot. After we left Tokyo for Seattle, I put my foot front again and it encountered something soft. At first I thought it was her purse or a bag but then I knew it was her foot and the shoes were gone. All across the Pacific and during breakfast I kept playing footsie with her.

I had a very long trip from Bali to Baltimore in the US once. One leg was from Singapore to Hong Kong and I sat with the wife of a Canadian diplomat. There was an empty seat between us and she lifted her bare feet to that seat as she read until we landed in Hong Kong. Her feet were very close to my leg but they were very much in need of a pedicure. I think eventually she was embarrassed by them, as she kept her shoes on from Hong Kong to San Francisco.

I have been to Singapore several times. On one flight from Tokyo I was stuck in the window seat next to two young men from Singapore who seemed to try to be comedians. I spied an empty row of seats across the plane and planned to make a run for it when the seat belt light flicked off. A very pretty Chinese young woman beat me to it, escorted by a flight attendant. Really, the woman seemed like an actress. She had orange slingbacks on her bare feet, looked like they were marshmallow soft shoes. She was in the window seat and I took the aisle seat saying I needed more room than I had in my original seat. A flight attendant brought people blankets and the woman lifted her bare feet to the seat between us and asked if I minded her lifting her legs. Unfortunately she wrapped herself in the blanket and I could see the blanket wiggle from her feet but not her feet. I could feel the motion transfer in my seat as she shifted position. I then wrapped myself in my blanket and put it so the edge of the blanket reached over the edge of hers and I reached under her blanket and felt her foot. It felt very dry and smooth, like parchment. She remained with her feet up until we were landing in Singapore.

In Malacca, Malaysia, I stayed at a Holiday Inn. My room looked out on the flat roof of part of the hotel. When I looked out in the afternoon, there were about 6 female employees of the hotel out at the edge of the roof taking a smoke break. They were in hotel uniforms and high heels and hose. All of them were dipping like mad as they stood by the roof edge.

In Indonesia I was part of a small tour group and hung out with 2 young Singaporeans. In Bandung, a movie was showing that they very much wanted to see. I asked if I could go along. It must have been an old movie that people had seen previously because the theater was almost empty. One of the Singaporeans had bought tickets for assigned seats earlier in the day and even though the theater was almost empty a group of Indonesians was seated in the same row and a young woman with high heels kicked off her bare feet would have been sitting next to me. They got up and moved when we sat down.

In the Philippines, I was at Manila airport to check in for a flight to the south of the country. Right in front of me in line for check-in was a beautiful tall Filipina. She had very high heels on her very attractive bare feet and dipped like mad. Later I saw her waiting in the departure lounge. Then there was an announcement that the flight was canceled, no lights on the runway at the destination. Somehow I met a Filipino man who helped me retrieve my suitcase. You had to go outside and find your luggage in the dark on the flimsiest rickety baggage wagons I ever saw, made from scrap lumber. Then we went to the airline office to find what to do. The man said his wife had gone there and when we arrived she turned out to be the beautiful woman from check-in. She said the airline said it could not say when flights would resume. I decided it was best to call my travel agent to get me a hotel and make arrangements to rearrange my tour.

In Thailand, I was on all expenses included tour and was staying at the Dusit Thani Hotel, one of the best in the city at the time. The hotel had supplied meal vouchers and did it per room, not per person. Because the tour company had promised to provide a single room if roommates could not be found, I was by myself and got meal vouchers equal to what couples received. I ate a huge meal and while I was enjoying it, a Thai general and his entourage arrived in the dining room and seemed to be already drunk. I believe he had his mistress along, she was very nicely dressed in white, including hose and heels. I had a great view of their table and saw her shoeplay constantly. Since my voucher still had plenty of credit I ordered a huge banana split and enjoyed it while continuing to watch the shoeplay.

In Myanmar I had a barefoot woman guide at the Shwedagon Pagoda in Yangon. She seemed to be more interested in finding an American husband than in talking about the pagoda.

In Nepal the nicest feet I saw were the bare feet of the maid in my hotel in Katmandu.

In India the nicest feet were the bare feet of teen girls tending animal herds outside of Srinagar. Our tour bus had broken down and there was not much to do for several days other than exploring the countryside.

Lots of feet in Pakistan but none stand out in my memory.

Can’t say I remember any feet from Afghanistan, Iran, or Turkey as being special.

Same for Greece, Macedonia, Serbia, Montenegro, Croatia, and Slovenia. Time was very short in Bosnia and Herzegovina, so no opportunity for feet as on bus when crossing small part of country.

In Albania, the tour guide was very annoyed at a museum in Tirana when my group showed up. She had been on lunch break and had to stop and put her high heels on instead of the plastic slippers seen everywhere in the country. She couldn’t speak English so we had to figure things out ourselves but she had to escort the group through the building.

In Rome, lots of bare feet of tourist women on the Spanish Steps.

On a flight to Vienna the young woman in the seat behind me put her shoeless feet up on the window armrest and touched my shirtsleeves so that I felt it. I reached around and touched her hosed sole throughout the flight until we landed in Vienna. The only times her feet were not up were during the meal and the movie.

In Switzerland, I was in Geneva one time and went to eat in the restaurant belonging to my hotel. I had an excellent meal even though there was only a couple in the restaurant besides me. From the conversation, I assumed the woman was an escort and the guy was a lonely businessman. They were seated a little to my rear and to my left. If I turned my head somewhat I could see the woman from the back. I actually almost tipped my chair over trying to strain and see her. She constantly shoeplayed, dropping the shoe noisily to the floor. I swear I saw her the next day at the entrance to the railway station and when she saw me she turned quickly and went back inside the station. I tried to follow but she disappeared.

Nothing special from trips to Germany, the Netherlands, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, or Poland. In Budapest there was a nice large park near my hotel and plenty of barefoot women sunbathing.

Nothing special in Denmark or Sweden but in Norway a barefoot young woman walked around on a ferry as we crossed a fjord.

Nothing special in France. In Malaga, Spain, I went out with the crowd at Easter to watch the procession at night. I ended up on a crowded street corner with an attractive mother and her 2 young children. She was nicely dressed including in nice casual shoes and white knee socks. She constantly dipped from the shoes and I crowded in and managed to have her foot brush against my ankle and leg several times.

On a flight to Lisbon, one of the flight attendants wore good shoes when passengers were boarding in New York then she changed into worn, abused shoes that slopped from her feet as she walked for the actual flight. Just before landing she changed into the good shoes again.

In Morocco the nicest bare feet I saw were of a maid in the hotel in Fes. One woman in my tour group even commented on how pretty the maid’s bare feet were.
When I left England a long time ago, I took Freddie Laker’s skytrain. We were held up at Stansted Airport waiting for a connecting flight from Paris. Two passengers who wanted to sit together had reserved seats for aisle and window and I had the center seat. I said I would change with one of them but only if I could have the window seat. This did not go over well with the guy but the woman agreed. When she sat down she removed knee boots (they had zippers) and showed her black hosed feet. The hose seemed too big and baggy. She kept the boots off half the flight to New York but put them on after the meal when she wanted to go smoke. Much of the time the boots were off she had her legs crossed and her foot up high near my leg. When she put the boots back on her foot slid down the length of leg as she slipped into it before pulling the zipper.

When the woman got off the flight to Vienna I mentioned earlier I continued on to Jordan. In Vienna a guy with terrible body odor claimed the seat next to mine. A woman came to talk to him and I asked if they were together. He said yes and I offered to switch seats with her. He thanked me profusely, not knowing how much I wanted to be in any other seat. My new seat was with a Jordanian (or Iraqi or Lebanese) couple I had seen earlier in New York. She was a great shoeplayer in the airport and had her shoes off on the plane. Her husband wandered off to talk to friends the rest of the flight and at one point she laid beside me in fetal position with her head almost in my lap. I wish it had been her bare feet. She remained shoeless until we landed in Amman.

After my tour in Jordan, I continued to Yemen (with a stop in Saudi Arabia where only Muslims could get off the plane). I couldn’t believe it in Taiz when my driver stopped in town to register with the police and 2 young women walked by my car in the rocky dirt street. One was in the traditional black head-to-toe garb and veil but the other was bareheaded and in beautiful blue and white clothes and barefoot. I can only imagine the bareheaded woman was some kind of prostitute or outcast or maybe a transvestite and I almost expected people to stone her but no one bothered her and the 2 women chatted as they kept walking. And it was a really rough street to walk barefoot on.

I was on a short daytrip from Aqaba, Jordan, to Pharaoh Island, Egypt, but no feet experiences there. I don’t think I even officially entered Egypt.

I think that covers all the countries I visited. I have many additional memories but these are the best per country.

[Feeture Feature]

No, I did not work for the State Department or government, though some of my friends thought I was CIA by visiting such places as Yemen, Afghanistan and Iran. I forgot Sri Lanka in my recollections, a very nice place for bare feet. I was in Kandy at the Temple of the Tooth (I'm not kidding) and it was filled with devout barefoot women. I kept getting close to them so they would trod on my feet as they went about. I stayed so long the guide had to come inside and fetch me so we could continue the tour. I actually worked for various universities which did not pay that well but had fantastic leave provisions so I could go on long journeys. I got hooked on travel after a university in Australia hired me and paid my fare as long as I stayed for three years, which I did to the day and then spent 3 months traveling overland across Asia and Europe before returning to the States. It was funny re-entering the US. It was funny at Immigration when asked how long I had been out of the country and I said 3 years and 3 months and the guy said OK and waved me through. I had been afraid my suitcase would be confiscated since it was from North Korea and I had bought it in Australia.