californiasole
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2010
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The Girl.
20's. 1st generation Asian, born and raised in California. Gorgeous, bubbly, and sunshine personified, she’s adventurous and always up for a good time. She’s “work-hard, play-hard” in human form. Incredibly professional corporate job, complete with blazers and heels, but knows how to cut loose and party. Nerdy interests (anime + gaming) that don't define her. One of the younger people at work, so she dresses a bit older, but on her own time, wears more sporty/edgier clothing.
1st time we met, we were drinking at a hotel rooftop bar that had a swimming pool. She kicked off her heels and plunged her feet into the water. Later she told me that she noticed me looking at her feet.
At a high school party, a drunk dude with a foot fetish told her she had pretty feet.
Constantly went barefoot in college. Coupled with the fact that she was a competitive hip-hop dancer, her feet were a little rougher than usual. She still gets monthly pedicures though, and the supposed roughness did nothing to reduce her feet's sensitivity.
Semi-reluctant owner of the most sensitive feet ever. Seriously. I could breathe on her feet and she'd giggle. Smelling and massaging her feet are delicate operations. Foot worship turns her into a cackling mess. Straight up tickling? Futile unless she's strapped the fuck down.
In high school, she could really only afford cheap-ass shoes, so her go-to pair were some poor quality, bargain bin shoes from Rite Aid that constantly made her feet sweat and stink. Nowadays, she can afford better shoes. Her typical rotation:
The Scene:
Midday Saturday. Public park + beach. Lockdown is in effect, which meant the beach was damn near empty with only one or two people running on the path. Surprisingly, the park had tons of people, though to their credit, groups were observing the 6ft-apart rule.
The Act:
We set up a picnic blanket at the park, ate, and snapped pics of the scenery with my Instax. We just people-watched as they played with their dogs, ran with their kids, tossed balls around, etc. I turned to her and told her to take off her shoes, so, while she's on her stomach playing with the camera, she kicks her Vans off. Unfortunately, she was wearing socks today, but soon enough those come off too. She wiggles her feet around in the pose and eventually I get to rubbing them. She's usually insecure about all the foot attention with people around but today just seems like a dont-give-a-fuck kinda day. After 20-or-so more minutes here, we head down to the nearby beach, which is pretty damn empty.
We took a seat near a lifeguard station, which is obviously empty due to the closed beach. She went barefoot again here, and with the lack of people and better sunlight, her rosy soles looked A+. I rubbed them and told her to raise them up for me to tickle. As I dragged my fingers up and down her feet, she squealed and giggled as muted as she could while people walked on the path 150ft behind us. I would've loved to get her buried in the sand for real tickle torture/foot worship but that'd be a super hard sell and we weren't exactly dressed for something like that. Oh well. Maybe next time.
20's. 1st generation Asian, born and raised in California. Gorgeous, bubbly, and sunshine personified, she’s adventurous and always up for a good time. She’s “work-hard, play-hard” in human form. Incredibly professional corporate job, complete with blazers and heels, but knows how to cut loose and party. Nerdy interests (anime + gaming) that don't define her. One of the younger people at work, so she dresses a bit older, but on her own time, wears more sporty/edgier clothing.
1st time we met, we were drinking at a hotel rooftop bar that had a swimming pool. She kicked off her heels and plunged her feet into the water. Later she told me that she noticed me looking at her feet.
At a high school party, a drunk dude with a foot fetish told her she had pretty feet.
Constantly went barefoot in college. Coupled with the fact that she was a competitive hip-hop dancer, her feet were a little rougher than usual. She still gets monthly pedicures though, and the supposed roughness did nothing to reduce her feet's sensitivity.
Semi-reluctant owner of the most sensitive feet ever. Seriously. I could breathe on her feet and she'd giggle. Smelling and massaging her feet are delicate operations. Foot worship turns her into a cackling mess. Straight up tickling? Futile unless she's strapped the fuck down.
In high school, she could really only afford cheap-ass shoes, so her go-to pair were some poor quality, bargain bin shoes from Rite Aid that constantly made her feet sweat and stink. Nowadays, she can afford better shoes. Her typical rotation:
- White converse all-stars: Worn with or without socks equally. Made her feet smell a bit, but she doesn't wear them much anymore
- Black vans: Worn with or without socks equally.
- Steve Madden slip-ons: Comfy, wears it exclusively without socks. Smelliest pair (that still isn't that smelly due to her feet not sweating a whole lot). Her usual pair of shoes due to how easy they are to put on.
- Sandal/flip-flops: Newest shoes. New go-to pair.
- Closed-toed strappy heels (not pumps): Work stilettos. Definitely her sexiest pair of shoes.
- Pumps: Work shoes, she says they can sweat a lot in these. Since they're mainly work shoes, she doesn't wear them much around me so I don't have firsthand experience with them lol
The Scene:
Midday Saturday. Public park + beach. Lockdown is in effect, which meant the beach was damn near empty with only one or two people running on the path. Surprisingly, the park had tons of people, though to their credit, groups were observing the 6ft-apart rule.
The Act:
We set up a picnic blanket at the park, ate, and snapped pics of the scenery with my Instax. We just people-watched as they played with their dogs, ran with their kids, tossed balls around, etc. I turned to her and told her to take off her shoes, so, while she's on her stomach playing with the camera, she kicks her Vans off. Unfortunately, she was wearing socks today, but soon enough those come off too. She wiggles her feet around in the pose and eventually I get to rubbing them. She's usually insecure about all the foot attention with people around but today just seems like a dont-give-a-fuck kinda day. After 20-or-so more minutes here, we head down to the nearby beach, which is pretty damn empty.
We took a seat near a lifeguard station, which is obviously empty due to the closed beach. She went barefoot again here, and with the lack of people and better sunlight, her rosy soles looked A+. I rubbed them and told her to raise them up for me to tickle. As I dragged my fingers up and down her feet, she squealed and giggled as muted as she could while people walked on the path 150ft behind us. I would've loved to get her buried in the sand for real tickle torture/foot worship but that'd be a super hard sell and we weren't exactly dressed for something like that. Oh well. Maybe next time.
