It was only early fall but they had already closed the lawn in the park and started to load in the winter crap, including the stores. There really wasn't anything to see yet as the stores weren't loaded in, and the lawn was also closed, so there weren't that many people in the park. But the weather was pleasant enough so some people were eating, strolling and looking around, or resting from sightseeing. At one table behind a still-empty store kiosk there was a tall young couple, a man and a woman, and they were totally, obviously Turkish. He was the most Turkish looking guy I had ever seen in my life! He looked quite fierce. Then again ... so did she! She was tall and dark with fair skin. She was very tough with him, and she seemed to generally get her way. I noticed them the first time I made the circuit around the west end of the alley, but thought nothing of it except I thought she was very striking and attractive. The second time around I saw she had pulled off the brown suede heels she was wearing and had her bare toes resting on them so that her feet were not on the sidewalk. Those heels looked uncomfortable and if she was a tourist I couldn't image her walking around in them without eventual agony. Then suddenly she laughed and swung her feet up on the table! I froze, like a deer in the headlights. The husband was very upset and immediately pushed her legs off the table, and her legs went halfway down to the ground when she said something testy to him and swung her legs right back up on the table. Again, had something angry to say and pushed them back off. This time she put her toes back down on her heels again and had a few choice words for him in a raised, testy voice, although I didn't understand what they were. I thought I'd stick around to see where this was going, because that one brief flash of her big bare soles had me basically DYING to see more.
For about another 20 minutes they sat like that, and I sat quite far away, about 60 feet, in a chair near the southwest exist, very discreetly watching them. They seemed pretty surly with each other but then he asked her something and she thought for a while and talked to him. Then, he got up and left! She was still there. She watched him leave, and I hoped and I hoped and I hoped -- and then it happened. She smirked and ... PUT HER FEET UP ON THE TABLE! Now, he WAS going to be back eventually, because his jacket was still on the chair, so I knew if I was going to do anything about this, I'd better make it quick. I didn't even hesitate a second. Well, maybe for just a second. lol
I walked over and as I got closer I heard the crunch of my own footsteps on the gravel as I got close to where she was sitting, which made me feel very self-conscious, but I could see her big, pale bare soles in the corner of my eye and there was no way in hell I wasn't going to at least try to capture some footage. Even if she was annoyed and put her feet right down, I would still treasure forever the one or two vidcaps I pulled from those precious few seconds.
But as it turned out I didn't need to worry about that -- I sat about eight feet from her, crossed my leg, put the camcorder on my thigh, trained the lens on her, and pressed Record. She had watched me come over and sit down, and she even watched me take my camera out, but as soon as the camera pointed itself at her feet she made very sure to never once look at it! (Actually if you watch very, very carefully you can see her eyes sweep over the camera lens now and then, but she is a total pro at acting like she's not noticing.) Actually I had a false alarm right at the start -- the second I started shooting she leaned dramatically forward and I thought, oh shit, here we go, but she just examined her bare toes and brushed something off of them! And then, for the next seventeen minutes, she sat there with those big, smooth, very soft bare feet up on that table as she texted and smirked, and looked all around -- very curious that she looked everywhere but directly in front of herself, isn't it? Her feet, which are utterly flawless and I think about size 10, seemed rather itchy, because she rubbed them together as if she was scratching. They are gorgeous, milky and high arched. Her feet were often happily active, wiggling and flexing, which I love. Totally sexy soles, and the danger of not knowing what was going to happen just made it even more exciting -- when would the fierce Turkish husband return? I knew it was a constant danger, but couldn't not shoot, if you know what I mean. Why did he keep pushing her feet off? Did he think she was being vulgar? Was it the whole Muslim thing against showing people the soles of your feet? Did he realize how sexy they are and guys might be turned on? Your guess is as good as mine. But when those big gorgeous soles were in my viewfinder, that's all I could think of.
As the minutes wore on, I began to wonder how this was going to end. I saw she was texting sometimes and then smiling -- maybe a girlfriend back in Turkey? -- and other times she was texting without much emotion -- the husband? At one point she got a text, looked over to the western entrance, and then promptly put her feet down. There's my cue -- I stopped shooting and put my camera away asap, and sure enough the husband returned with a bag of Chipotle! I sat there a minute just to see how this would turn out. She buried her big feet halfway into her heels this time, and without talking they began to eat. So off I went, pleased that I had caught the big, soft, vulnerable bare soles of this powerful Turkish woman. Is it as good as tickling her soles? No. But it will have to do! lol
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By the way, she was pretty much AMAZING at not looking at the man directly in front of her filming her bare soles, but I caught her peeking on at least two occasions -- she was very canny about it....
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