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Her red feet were the main thing I noticed when I returned from wherever I’d been the past few hours. I saw her on my walk there. She was just setting up her mini restaurant; a food truck of sorts at which customers could sit and eat under an umbrella roof. By the time I returned, it had just closed and she was sweeping the street.
I greeted her and asked how it went. She was apparently new to the gig. It may have even been her first day. She smiled; she’s one of my all-time favorite cuties; and said it went very well. I was genuinely happy for her. Her new business; I think it was Cuban or Columbian food; was evidently a success. I could tell she was exhausted though.
That goes back to her feet. She was wearing sandals and I could see just from looking down at them that the soles were red (pink) and probably sore. I desperately wanted to rub them; not just to make her feel better but for my own romantic and sexual desires. She’s one of the biggest crushes I ever had. She knew I had one on her but not how big.
She was also sweaty; it was a hot day in Florida; and breathing heavy from all the cleaning, which only turned me on more. If we weren’t standing out there on a public, albeit nearly empty, street; I think there was one man, perhaps a remaining police officer, standing near; I might’ve proposed my foot massage right then and there.
Instead she offered to make me a plate. I wasn’t particularly hungry, don’t like eating around people and didn’t want her to have to work any more than she’d already had, so I politely declined, but she sort of insisted on it. She started to walk me over to her food truck thingy. She obviously wanted me to try it, so I decided not to put up a fight.
She sat me at a table if you can call it that. The cramped umbrella roof area; the only place to sit if you didn’t already have a festival chair; couldn’t have fit more than a few people at a time. At this time, since she’d technically closed, I was the only one as she began to prepare my plate. Whatever it was, I was going to enjoy it coming from her.
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