I remember back in high school, we were having weekly classes on looking after our bodies. Healthy eating, excercise etc.I had always had a crush on Mrs Jones, a teacher in her late 30s.A nice shaped body,shoulder length permed brunette hair. She usually wore knee length skirts and a variety of shoes,in the summer term mainly strapy sandels or mules and very often she would have them off and be just in stocking feet.My eyes would fix on those feet for most of the time (probably why I did rubbish at school) dreaming of tickling them.
There was one leasson where a visiting therapist came by to talk about foot care and asked Mrs Jones to be the one to be used for the demonstration. She appeared reluctant, but agreed. I should have wondered why she was reluctant but didn't. Anyway she sat infront of the class with her feet facing us and the therupist sat on a stool with her back to us but slightly to one side so everyone could see.I was glued! she started by removing hard skin around the heel and then started to apply some oil to Mrs jones feet. She had a very sly smile and appeared to be holding her breath. Mrs Jones kept clenching her toes and the therapist told her to relax, she finally did relax and the therupist started up, but this time Mrs jones was caught out and went immediately into suppressed laughter, the therapist hadn't noticed and kept going, poor Mrs Jones tried to compose herself but was in suppressed laughter on and off the whole time. Much to the amusement of the class.
There was one leasson where a visiting therapist came by to talk about foot care and asked Mrs Jones to be the one to be used for the demonstration. She appeared reluctant, but agreed. I should have wondered why she was reluctant but didn't. Anyway she sat infront of the class with her feet facing us and the therupist sat on a stool with her back to us but slightly to one side so everyone could see.I was glued! she started by removing hard skin around the heel and then started to apply some oil to Mrs jones feet. She had a very sly smile and appeared to be holding her breath. Mrs Jones kept clenching her toes and the therapist told her to relax, she finally did relax and the therupist started up, but this time Mrs jones was caught out and went immediately into suppressed laughter, the therapist hadn't noticed and kept going, poor Mrs Jones tried to compose herself but was in suppressed laughter on and off the whole time. Much to the amusement of the class.