During medical school I got to meet a lot of people. And of course meeting beautiful women was the highlight. One of these women was a nurse in a dialysis center. Her name was Mary. I still remember her vividly. Tall, 5'9" and stacked. Beautiful face. Even with her scrubs on you can bet that she had some great legs. When I looked down at her feet she was wearing keds with white socks.

My patient had his own private area for treatment so that meant Mary and I would be alone with the patient. The patient just had his walkman going with his head buried in a magazine and treatment was to go on for a few hours. We got to talking and her personality was great. It made me really interested in her and really interested in seeing what prize was hiding underneath those shoes and socks.

We talked about everything, family, school, life. I didn't want to seem philosophical, but we got into deep thinking. How we see ourselves, what we like and what we look for in the opposite sex. When it got to where I had to answer, I decided to go for it. I said that I look for women with nice feet. When I said that, her demeanor changed and she seemed definitely shy about it.

"Feet? Yuck." Was all she could say.

"Why? You don't have nice feet?" I asked here.

"My feet are ok. I just don't like showing them. I always wear closed shoes or socks." She explained.

I was so into this girl that I didn't even fight it. I just said, "Oh, ok," and started talking about something else. She interrupted me by leaning forward and whispering just in case the patient heard. "Do you want to see one foot?"

"Sure. Can I?" I asked.

"Ok, but lets make this quick." She told me. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, took off her sneaker and peeled off the sock. Man that foot was beautiful. Just the right length of toes and most importantly, they were clean with nice nails, unpainted and soft. I just leaned forward to get a closer look when the patient moved around. Mary immediately stood up so that he wouldn't turn and see what was going on.

She stood there for a good minute or so talking to him, one shoe on and one shoe and sock off. I went a bit further. She stood on one foot with the bare one slightly off the ground. I got my pen out and ran it over her sole. I could sense her trying to control her laughter. She then put her foot flat on the ground. I went even further. I unlaced her other shoe and lifted her leg up. I didn't see her face but I could feel her smile and giggling. I pulled off the shoe and then the sock. She was just standing there barefoot. And she was incredibly beautiful.

She eventually sat down and we just sat there for what seemed an eternity just smiling at each other. She put her foot in my lap so I could get a closer look. I'm sure that she felt my bulge. It was like a bond we had and we felt this link. I got to date Mary for awhile. I always made it a point to get to kiss each toe each time we went out. And it was worth it.