Hi all. This just happened earlier this evening and I thought I would share it with you. I was going to get a bottle of wine to have with dinner and I had my heart set on a certain French Medoc so I went to a store not far from where I live. There is a nice Greek girl there. Her name is Ariadne and she and her family who run the store come from Mykonos. Whenever I go there she is working the register and she is always barefoot and this time was no exception. Judging from how dark the bottoms of her feet were she had been working all day. Well I got the wine and started home. Halfway there I looked into the bag (I don't know why, maybe intuition) and saw that it was not my French Medoc but a California Merlot.
Well I went back to get the right wine but I only got one step into the store when I saw soemthing that stopped me in my tracks.
There was Ariadne behind the counter as usual only this time there was the hot, studly, hunky looking guy on the other side. She had her right foot up on the counter and he was slowly stroking her sole. She was giggling and sometimes she would toss her head back sending her dark hair flying. When she flexed her toes he would grab them, hold them back, and tickle her stretched instep, making her laugh even harder.
I stayed back by the door way where they could not see me and watched this go on for several minutes. Then I started to feel uneasy . . .plain voyeuristic . . .about being there so I got out as silently as I could.
Well I ended up drinking Sprite with my dinner tonight. Anyone out there want a bottle of California Merlot?
Well I went back to get the right wine but I only got one step into the store when I saw soemthing that stopped me in my tracks.
There was Ariadne behind the counter as usual only this time there was the hot, studly, hunky looking guy on the other side. She had her right foot up on the counter and he was slowly stroking her sole. She was giggling and sometimes she would toss her head back sending her dark hair flying. When she flexed her toes he would grab them, hold them back, and tickle her stretched instep, making her laugh even harder.
I stayed back by the door way where they could not see me and watched this go on for several minutes. Then I started to feel uneasy . . .plain voyeuristic . . .about being there so I got out as silently as I could.
Well I ended up drinking Sprite with my dinner tonight. Anyone out there want a bottle of California Merlot?
