I was in the bank the other day to deposit some cash. I looked around and noticed a tall, young asian female standing at the teller's window. She was dressed in slacks and high heel open toe slingbacks. She was the only one in that line. I sort of hung around to see what she would do. After awhile she looked to be getting tired of standing there. She would raise on leg behind her and move her ankle and foot around. Then she would do the same with the other foot. I thought sooner or later she might slip out of those slingbacks. I wanted to get an up close look but didn't want to look too obvious. But I couldn't resist anymore and got in line about 2 ft behind her.
She nearly hit me with her foot when she bent it back. I was lucky because the other tellers were busy. I knew she was getting tired of standing there, even though she was leaning against the counter. Finally she managed to slip one of the slings off her heel though it took some doing. I got a great view of her foot and the inside of the shoe. It looked a little moist and part of the brand name was still visible. Her feet looked to be in nicely kept up; it looked like she had a pedicure. Some women don't take care of their feet; esp the bottom. But hers looked nice and fresh with no dead skin at all. She would put the ball of her foot on the back of the shoe, sort of balancing her foot on the heel. She would then try to slip her foot back in, trying to slip the sling back on. It was tough for her because she was barefoot. I could see her wiggle her foot far enough in to try to get that sling back on, but she couldn't do it, so she let the sling stay under her heel. Then she would repeat the same thing with the other foot. I was aroused and was trying to control myself. Soon she seemed to be nearly finished and reached down with her hand to pull the slings back on.
She turned around and started to walk away. She must have been at least 5-9 with those 3 inch heels. I smiled at her and she gave me a polite smile back. I followed her out the door and she probably wondered what I was doing. I caught up with her and asked her to lunch but she said she was married. I said her husband was a lucky guy. She smiled and said "bye". I said "maybe I'll see you again here!" She grinned and left.
I was about 10 feet away from her. She was arching her feet like she wanted to slip the sling off her heel but it was hard to tell if she actually did since she was wearing those slacks.
The bank the other day
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