Unique Style

It's clear from the moment the unknown customer-mistress walks towards me that she has a unique style of her own. For example, I can't even be sure if her red socks are indeed socks, or nylon tights? All I do know is that she is my infinite better - and her feet and footwear must be respected!

Such unique style and grace - from top to toe!

Her shoes and socks make a beeline straight towards me

Or are they socks? On reflection, they could possibly be bright red nylons?

Whatever, her right shoe is unceremoniously shoved in front of my menial mouth for a default foot-kissing!

From this angle, even her leathery shoe toe is bigger, and better, than me!

I'm just a down-in-the-dirt shoekisser!

She certainly has all the confidence of a bright young woman with her own unique style!

She deftly switches feet in front of my face

I kiss her left shoe, down amongst the weeds

I truly admire the white leather, red nylon combo...

...mixed in with black shoelaces and a hint of tangled weed!

I also admire the way her trouser cuffs are stylishly at half-mast, thereby allowing my lowly eyes to explore her shapely, nyloned ankles!

Oh how I yearn to know how high those nylons go up her legs!

But she's not telling. Indeed, she's not said a word to me!

She clearly, quite rightly, regards herself as being too superior to converse with the likes of me

She doesn't even greet me goodbye. She just turns and leaves!

And again, rightly so. Why should a superior and stylish young woman such as this even acknowledge a lowly public footservant such as myself?

I am worth less than her designer shoes and nylons!

And she certainly cares about me less!

I mean, just look at those expensive leather soles!

I simply have to look up to her shoes and socks - my infinite betters!

 

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