Surrounded by Dashboard Feet
(Published on Monday, August 19, 2002)
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First of all, let me tell you that every word of this is 100% true. This just happened to me and I had to write about it. I don't know how many of you happen to get distracted by feet of all shapes, sizes and colors, but not a single pair of feet goes by without my notice. This is also true for dashboard feet. Usually, we see these on the way or in the vicinity of the beach, but sexy feet propped up on the dash can appear just about anywhere.

I'm currently in the military, stationed in Japan. Most of our day to day shopping is done at the various base exchanges. At about 6:30 p.m., I was on my way back home from one of the larger exchange department stores. I had just turned out onto the main road leading out of the base when I looked up to see a pair of feet in my rear view mirror propped upon the dashboard of a van behind me. I had to check the view again to make sure I was really seeing what I thought. They were pale, but very fleshy with long toes and high arches. The thickness of them looked as if they would feel so soft wrapped around what was beginning to stiffen in my jeans. I felt like I truly had a special treat as I would glance to my mirror every 5 seconds or so. Aw hell, let me be honest, I was staring in my mirror the entire time and only glancing at the road ahead to make sure I didn't hit anything.

We started to approach the gate exiting the base and I was sure that my show was coming to an end. There was a brief last look as I waited to turn out into traffic onto the main highway. I turned out onto the road and immediately, a vehicle got between me and the view I had so enjoyed. Then, as if a wish came true, the vehicle behind changed lanes and my beautiful view returned. While we waited for the traffic light, she bent and flexed her fleshy feet and tapped her long toes on the windshield to the beat of the music on the radio. I tried to be discreet as my gaze was riveted to my rear view mirror as she continued this torturous display.

The light changed and we continued down the highway, which was pretty crowded with evening traffic. Rush hour slowed traffic to a crawl and I had the best seat in the house for her foot show. For the next ten minutes, she pointed, flexed, and pressed those sexy feet against the windshield as I was going crazy. Then, as if part of a planned attack, I looked two lanes to my right and was hit by another sight. A local Japanese woman in another van, had her slim, delicate feet on the dash. Her long, slim toes seemed to cry out to be sucked as she wiggled them while talking to the driver.

The irony of having a dashboard feet view behind as well as to my right made a smile creep across my face. Speaking of the view behind, I looked back to my rear view just in time to see her sexy toes wiggling and playing with each other and flatten, as they would press against the windshield. This was about to drive me insane and I thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, or better in my case, when she did it.

Lo and behold, her feet assumed a perfect "V" with her fleshy arches facing one another in my personally favorite footjob position. We were nearing the gate to my base as I looked one last time. Imagine my surprise to see a turn signal from her van as well as her van entered my base! Did her husband notice my locked gaze in the rear view mirror? Did she notice and ask him follow to keep teasing me? My questions were laid to rest as I turned into my housing area and they continued past. I parked, came inside, and started to type immediately. This was one day I definitely didn't mind sitting in traffic.