Kelly Finn's Thong Sandals
Published on Monday, December 26, 2011

This story was submitted anonymously by Chris.

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Third period geometry is always my favorite class of the day; I don't much like math, but I get to sit behind Kelly Finn who happens to be one of the sexiest, most popular girls at East River High. Of course, she wouldn't give the time of day to a guy like me, but that's okay - I'm more than happy enough to stare at  her and fantasize every morning.

You see, even if she would speak to me, she probably wouldn't understand that my primary interest in her isn't her body (although it is gorgeous, shapely, and perfectly tanned), nor her place on the social register, but rather her feet. I guess that makes me weird, but I can't help but feel an excited rush whenever Kelly wears her thong sandals to class, and dangles them off of her toes. I just can't get enough.

 
When it's warm out, Kelly is fond of wearing extremely revealing thong sandals. Her favorite pair have a thin leather sole, and are held onto her foot with thin straps made of tan-sheened leather; These thongs serve to bare Kelly's sexy feet almost totally. They reveal her long, pedicured toes, painted bright red, which is positively gorgeous against her tanned foot. Her heels are perfectly rounded, unblemished, and look completely soft, and smooth. Her arches are high, and her soles are soft and perfect. Her feet are small and narrow, with the toes long, and well-defined; surely one of the sexiest pairs of feet I've ever seen.

If all this weren't enough, Kelly constantly plays idly with her thongs underneath the desk. She will cross her legs,  and dangle one sandal from her toes while her other foot has its toes curled under, giving me a perfect view of her feet. Next she will flex her toes the other way, making the skin on the bottoms of her feet smooth and taut, allowing me to see how flawless and smooth her soles really are. She then will drop a thong from her toes, rubbing her completely bare feet against one another. Finally, absent-mindedly picking up one of the thongs between her first and second toes to play with, the leather softly slapping against her heel ... it’s all too much!

I can never pay attention during the lectures in this class, because I can't help myself when the alternative is to feast my eyes upon the hypnotic beauty of Kelly's perfect toes and soles.

Kelly is a Junior Varsity cheerleader. This matter had never concerned me too much; it just made her that much more aloof. One September afternoon, however, I had stayed after school to make up an English test I had missed. Afterwards, I had about an hour to kill before the late bus showed up, and rather than wander the school's halls, I decided to go sit out in the bleachers, and watch the football team practice; it was one of those perfect fall afternoons, with just the slightest breeze, and a brilliant blue sky, so I was in the mood for some nature.

I soon noticed, however, that in addition to the drills the football team was going through, one of the other athletic fields was being used for cheerleader practice, so I was pleased to discover Kelly and her comrades in shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers doing jumping jacks, and toe-touches. I thought about walking over that way to get a closer look (there were always a couple of guys "supervising" cheerleader  practices), but then an inspiration of a deeper level hit me - my heart began to  race with the possibility. I remembered that Kelly had worn her sandals, THE sandals, to class that morning.

Swallowing nervously, I stood, and my body began to fill with a volcanic rush of adreneline as I walked down off the fields, and headed towards the school building, my thoughts evoking a confused mixture of fear, and excitement. As I nervously approached the outside entrance to the locker rooms, my heart pulsed harder and harder, my senses super-alert, glancing nervously in every direction, trying to  look  nonchalant. At last, swallowing fearfully, I put my hand upon the door to the girls' locker room, afraid of passing out from the rush of fluttering fear, which ran through me.

Oh God! I almost wished that the locker room door had  been locked, as it frequently was, so that my foolish plan would come to a safe, early end. But this was not to be. "Luck" was on my side in a strange sort of way as I carefully, slowly opened up the door and slipped cautiously inside.

My  first order of business was to check the coach's office to be sure it was empty. Check.

I then made a quick sweep on tiptoes to be sure I was alone in here; so far so good.

The boys' locker room was set up so that the row of lockers in the very back, next to the showers, was reserved for the sport teams to use during practices; I assumed that the same held true here. I also knew that the lockers were assigned alphabetically, so it wasn't terribly difficult to locate the locker I wanted. A couple of people kept their stuff under padlock, but most relied upon simple built-in locks, which were no more difficult to defeat than those found on paper towel dispensers.

Starting close to the left end of the proper row, I gained entrance into one of the lockers; a textbook belonging to Gail Evans. Not a bad guess. Two lockers over, I hit luck. I recognized the sweater, skirt, and blue canvas sports bag as all belonging to Kelly. The thundering rapids of adreneline coursing through my bloodstream tripled in pace as I carefully peered into the tote bag which sat upon the locker's floor.