We have all seen women with one shoe off, sometimes for a few seconds, sometimes for longer. I prefer one high heel and one stockinged foot, and I don't care as much for bare feet. The longer a woman is with just one shoe, the better I like it. One experience taught me that time is one of the most exciting elements in these scenarios.
One of the longest one shoe experiences I ever witnessed was in High School. In third hour, I had Mr. Dahl, a crabby old man who taught history. I hated his class, except that I sat in the second to the last seat, directly in front of Sheila, a Varsity Cheerleader. Sheila was a year ahead of me, but I knew her fairly well because she was in my third, fourth and sixth hour classes. She used to wear clogs a lot, and I had seen her side in and out of them many times. I had never actually seen her feet because she always wore socks, and never wore stockings. Several times, I had pulled her shoe off when it had gotten tangled in the wire basket that holds books under my desk chair. It was always pretty cool because she took it as schoolboy teasing and would whisper, "please can I have my shoe back?" and "Give me my shoe or I'll tell Mr. Dahl." She would act like she was mad, but would end up putting her feet under my chair with the same results. She didn't have any interest in me, and I think it was like flirting to her because I saw her do similar things in other classes once or twice. She was really beautiful, with a sweet personality and a great sense of humor.
One day, Sheila came to class wearing her cheerleader outfit because there was a basketball game after school, and there was going to be a pep rally. The outfit was pretty standard with a green and white pleated skirt, green and white sweater, green knee sox, and white tennis shoes with little pom poms. The shoes were the Keds type of canvas sneakers that I really hated. Sheila had just bought new ones that were whiter than white. Some of the other girls had been teasing her before class by trying to step on her shoes and make them dirty.
During Mr. Dahl's boring lecture, Sheila and I and the girl sitting across from her were talking and I mentioned the brand new shoes. I told her I had a way to keep them clean, and I got her to extend her legs so it was along side me. I pulled her knee sock all the way down, until her ankle was bare, and her inside out sock was covering her shoe. We all laughed because it looked funny. Sheila said it looked like an ear of corn, or like she accidentally put her shoe on before her sock. The other girl said it would be easy to sneak up on people in the hall, and that the new shoes would last forever. Sheila, in her flirty way said, "Do the other one," and extended her other leg.
As Mr. Dahl's lecture continued, we talked and laughed and paid little attention to the subject matter. Sheila would extend her legs and laugh at her sock covered shoes, but she did not pull them back up. At some point Mr. Dahl stopped talking and asked Sheila a question about the lecture. She didn't know the answer, and when he asked her why, she told him that I was bothering her and that she had missed part of the lecture. I heard her giggle and poke me in the back with her pencil as Mr. Dahl delivered some strong words to me.
As Mr. Dahl continued the lecture I could tell that Sheila was laughing but I didn't want to turn around and get in more trouble. After a minute or two, I heard the unmistakable sound of the wire basket under my chair. Without even turning around, I reached under the chair and snagged the heel of her right sneaker with my right hand.
"Please.No. Stop it," she whispered urgently. "We're gonna get in trouble," she whined. I pulled a little harder on the heel and felt the shoe beginning to come loose. "PPLEASE, PLEEEEAASSSSE,PLEASE," she whispered hoarsely as the tightly tied sneaker began to creep from her heel. I stopped pulling. My heart was pounding and I felt a rush of adrenaline. I couldn't help myself, and I gave the shoe another tentative tug.
"Please,please,please," she whispered over and over again. "Come on, don't, we're going to get kicked out of class." I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't let go of her shoe. I rearranged my grip so that my hand was actually on her sock as well as her shoe, and I could feel the heat of her heel on my palm. I pulled the shoe another millimeter and I felt the bare skin of her heel touch my hand. "Stop it!" she ordered in a whisper, her voice taking on a more urgent tone.
I stopped again, but the thrill of it all was too much and I couldn't let go of the shoe. I gave it a firm tug, feeling her bare heel brush against my hand.
Suddenly, she realized what had occurred to me several minutes before. "OH MY GOD!" she hissed, "my sock is coming loose," and she pushed her foot desperately back into the shoe. I pulled the shoe a bit farther and her heel was mostly out of the shoe, but still half covered by the sock. She grabbed the back of my shirt collar pulling back hard and choking me. "If you pull my sock off in front of Mr. Dahl, I'll kill you!" she whispered. For reasons I can't explain, this was the most exciting thing she could have said. I pulled a little farther and there was a gap between her heel and the shoe. "Nooooooo, please, I'll do anything. She tried to push her heel back into the shoe, but lost another half inch of sock in the struggle. "Please, please please, not my sock, let me just keep the sock, you can have the shoe, just let me keep the sock, please!!!"
I let go of the dangling shoe and gripped her foot across the instep. My index finger and middle finger were buried in the warm soft fabric of her sock, and my other two fingers rested on her soft naked heel. My thumb was hooked under the tongue of the sneaker. I was lost in the excitement of the moment, and the more she whined and threatened, the more exciting it became. She tried to kick with her other shoe, but her leg was constrained by the basket. "Please let me have my sock," she said over and over again. "I would rather die than go barefoot in front of all these people. Every time she said it, I pulled the shoe and sock another millimeter. The more she struggled, the more the sock came loose, and it was more exciting because she was pulling it loose instead of me. I worked my finger underneath her arch, raked my fingernail lightly against her sole. She jumped and let out a muffled cry, pulling away by reflex. I held an empty shoe and sock in my hand under the desk. I didn't know what to do with it so I put it inside the desk top and pretended to listen to Mr. Dahl's lecture, doing my best to ignore Sheila's pleading behind me.
"Give me my shoe!" she whispered, "Everyone is looking at my feet." Some of the other people were looking at her feet, and there was some laughing starting to spread across our corner of the room. Mr. Dahl was writing something on the blackboard and I took the chance to turn around to catch a peek at Sheila's bare foot. The disappointment was almost unbearable when I saw that she was sitting with her foot tucked under her, and I couldn't see a thing. To make matters worse, she had her hand up in the air and began, "Mr.Dahl..."
I quickly removed the shoe in the sock from my desk. "Come on now Sheila, I was just teasing..."
"Mr. Dahl," she said again, ignoring me. "Fine," I said, and tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of me. "Pass this to the front," I said, and watched him relay the message and the sock covered shoe to the girl in front of him. It quickly covered the six or seven seats arriving in front of a scowling Mr. Dahl. "Who's is this?" he asked the class, holding it up. I'm not sure he knew what it was because it just looked like a sock with something inside of it. "It's mine," Sheila said sheepishly, and the entire class erupted with laughter. "He took it from me," she said.
Mr. Dahl set the sock covered shoe on his desk and returned to the blackboard as though nothing had happened. "I hate you," Sheila hissed, and added "Jerk" as she pulled the back of my collar hard, making me chock and cough, attracting the attention of Mr. Dahl again.
"Both of you can stand in the hall until class is finished," he bellowed. I walked to the front of the class without looking behind me. A moment later, Sheila walked out into the hallway and stood against the opposite wall looking very angry. On her left foot, she had a snow white canvas sneaker and a bright green knee sock pulled up tightly. On her right foot she had bright red nail polish and nothing else. Her foot was beautiful, about a size seven, slightly wide across the toes, with a nice arch and narrow heel. Her toes were nicely curved and the second toe appeared to be as long, or slightly longer the first. Her bare foot was nearly as white as the sneaker she had lost. Even though the shoe she was left with was flat, she walked up on her toes, without letting her bare heel touch the floor. The tile floor was wax polished like a mirror, and made a perfect display for her exquisite toes.
After standing silently for about ten minutes, she decided to sit down on the floor and lean back against the lockers. She would alternate between pulling her knees toward her, which made her toes curl seductively, and extending her legs providing a world-class sole shot.
By this time, we had been in the hall for about fifteen minutes and I had held her shoe for at least five minutes before we got sent out, for a total of about twenty shoeless minutes. Mr. Dahl came out and called me back into the classroom. The rest of the class was working on an assignment so he had time to berate me for several minutes before sending me to the Principal's Office for another suspension, no doubt. He told me to send Sheila in on my way out.
I knew I was already in maximum trouble anyway, so when I got out into the hallway, I told Sheila that we were both supposed to go to the Principal's Office at once.
"What about my shoe?" she asked, nearly in tears.
"Why don't you go ask Dahl for it. You couldn't wait to talk to him a while ago," I said, and kept walking.
I quickly crossed the commons to the administration building. It was cold and windy and I didn't bring my coat. About halfway through the ten-minute walk, Sheila came from behind me, her bare foot chasing her sneaker as the blustery wind whipped her short skirt around her legs. We walked together but she never said a word. When we got to the Principal's Office, Mr. Young was not there and we were told to wait. She sat in a chair opposite me, and I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees with my head down, covertly staring at her naked foot for at least another ten minutes. Total elapsed time for Sheila's barefoot adventure was about 45 minutes at this point.
Mr. Young was a very serious and formal man. He called us in together and talked to us for about five minutes. He did invite us to sit. Seeing Sheila standing with one bare foot in front of his giant Oak desk was incredible. I could hardly envision Mr. Young in this office without a jacket and necktie, yet here was a cheerleader perched on one shoe with her bare toes resting lightly on the expensive rug. He gave us both detention and dismissed us just as the bell rang for next period.
Sheila walked just ahead of me as we crossed the commons. She balanced on her toes and never let her heel touch the chilly pavement. Since it was between class periods, there were many students passing us and I enjoyed seeing the way they all looked at Sheila and her bare foot strolling across the plaza in the November midday. When she finally reached Mr. Dahl's room several steps ahead of me, the lights were off and the door was locked. "This is the worst day of my life," she said. "I can't believe you did this to me. Everyone in the whole school is looking at my feet and laughing at me behind my back." I apologized several times, and she seemed less upset. She was joined by several other cheerleaders who whispered and looked back at me with disdain as they escorted her away. Total time for Sheila's barefoot extravaganza: about 70 minutes.
I headed for the lunchroom and I was eating with some friends, telling them about what happened, and probably not convincing any of them, when Sheila walks in. She is sporting a different footwear configuration now, wearing a sneaker and no sock on her left foot, and a green knee sock and no shoe on her right foot. Clever girl. She probably looked silly to everyone else, but she looked sexy as hell to me.
After lunch, Sheila was in my forth hour class but she was sitting one row over and several seats up. She was close enough that I could see the outline of her exquisite toes through the tight fitting knee sock. She sat through the entire class flexing her sock covered foot around, and driving me nearly insane. The knee socks were thin and pulled up so tightly that I could see the glint of nail polish through the fabric. Her stocking covered foot was as thrilling as anything I had seen so far that day. At the end of that class, I figure she had been without her shoe for at least two hours and forty-five minutes. After class let out, I headed straight for the lockers near Mr. Dahl's class hoping to see her walk by again. I waited for ten minutes but she never came by. I was late for class and spent the next hour fantasizing about her flexing under someone's desk, and wondering where she was and what she was doing with her adorable little green foot. Before I knew it, the bell rang and I raced back to stake out Dahl's classroom door again. Once again, no Sheila.
I went to my final class that day and found Sheila still wearing one shoe and one green knee sock. Total time with one shoe was approaching four hours. I couldn't see her for most of the class because her seat was not near mine, but near the end, she was called on to give a three-minute speech about a book we read. For three fantastic minutes, I was mesmerized by her as she stood at the lectern with her stocking clad foot in full view, toes resting lightly on the tile floor and heel held up an inch or so. At the end of the speech, I figure she was without her shoe for about four hours and forty-five minutes.
After school, I skipped detention and went to the basketball game hoping for another glimpse of her feet. When the Varsity cheerleaders came out, Sheila had two shoes and two socks again. I noticed one of the Junior Varsity cheerleaders was sitting in the bleachers completely barefoot through the entire game. She was not that close to me, but I still got a good look at her bare feet.
After the game, there was a dance and the barefoot JV cheerleader was wearing shoes and socks again while Sheila was back to one shoe and one sock. Since the dance was in the gym, all of the girls took there shoes off anyway, and I got distracted, but I did get to see Sheila dancing in one sock and one barefoot, before she decided to just go barefoot.
Sheila dropped Mr. Dahl's class. I figure she must have been embarrassed. I don't know what happened to the shoe and sock, but I bet they ended up in Mr. Dahl's desk. Sheila didn't say much to me for the rest of that year, and then she graduated. I got suspended for ten days, but it was more than worth it.
