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Karen, A Spectacular Sighting and Compliment
(Published on Sunday, March 21, 2004)
This story was submitted anonymously by Dex.

As Dex previously wrote, "This story is for those among us who find un-usual
toes attractive!" To read Dex's previous story, click At The Grocery Store This Evening.

Before I get to the meat of this story let me tell you this. I have always been deliberatly vague about what it is I do for a living. I've stated that I am a sales rep and I spend a good deal of time in grocery stores. I am vague about it because there are few vendors that do what we do. Saying too much about it could easily identify my company and me. I prefer to keep things a little bit cryptic.

The product I sell is not un-common, but to some degree "high end." Consequently, I get to frequent some really nice places, and meet some rather wealthy people. In addition to doing "outside" sales, we also have a retail establishment, and today the sighting came to me.

Today at about 1-2 pm I was in the back office of our store when I heard the door beeper go off. As I walked out to the retail part, I was greeted by a very elegant, stunningly beautiful blonde woman of about 50 years old. She was about 5' 8", slender with rather sharp features, shoulder length hair, and pretty round eyes that I can only describe as crystal clear pools of deep ocean blue.

She was wearing a mid-calf length black dress, and through my peripheral vision I could see that she was wearing sandals, and that her toenails were painted red. I did not look at her feet right away, as I knew that she would be in my presence for at least ten minutes. I greeted her with "Hi, How are you today?" Pleasantries were exchanged. She informed me that our store had been recommended to her by one of our high end "wholesale" accounts, and that she was looking for some nice gifts for a 65th birthday present.

I chatted with her about just what she had in mind, and sized her up a bit more. Her dress looked very expensive. Her fingernails were long, and done in a perfect French manicure. On her left ring finger was a substantial gob of gold, and mounted in it was a diamond that can best be described as a boulder! I won't claim to know much about diamonds and carats, but this thing was huge.

Finally, as we stepped towards the display cases, I looked down to check out her feet. She was wearing a pair of 2" heeled, very expensive looking black thong sandals that had the thinest straps I think I have ever seen, perhaps only about 1/8" thick. Her toenails were perfectly pedicured, and painted a brilliant red. The finish was so perfectly slick, it looked liquid. Her big toes were perfectly shaped, and she wore her toenails a little long. Her big toes were nice and straight, and there was not the slightest hint of a bunion. All the action took place on her smaller toes.

Her second toes were long and hard hammered, only at the end joints. Her middle and fourth toes were also hard hammered, ninety degrees at the end joints, but "kinked" sideways so that the "tops" of her toenails pointed towards the "inside" of her feet. Finally, her little toes, also hammered, were, like Elke's, turned inwards and resting on top of her feet. One each of her "hamered" joints was what I have referred to in the past as a "soft corn." Almost perfectly round, these corns were at least 1/4" in diameter, stood about 1/8" high, and were smooth and shiny, but not dry or red at all. Clearly these were toes that were more often than not jammed into tight, pointed shoes. My heart was racing, and I felt myself shaking. Oh to be the husband of this incredible woman!

I went about my business of helping her select some products. She was a bit uncertian of what items the birthday person would like, and made a phone call to someone else who might know. As she talked on the phone, I bided my time and gazed at her magnificent toes, wondering if I should attempt a compliment. When she first made the call, I heard her say, "This is Karen." They chatted, and then she handed the phone to me. I talked to the person on the other end for a minute, all the while looking down at her spectacular toes. I got the info I needed, and handed the phone back to her, made the final selections, and stepped to the register. As I was ringing up the items, she made another selection, a piece of equipment that I knew would take some "set-up" (on my part) and a bit more discussion on how it worked. I saw several more minutes of her feet in the store.

She spent a couple of hundred dollars, but I was dismayed to learn that she was from out of state. Damn! As I was doing the "set-up" thing, she made another inquiry. The product we sell tends to come in some rather nice packaging that in and of itself is quite popular. People want this stuff, so we keep it on top of our main display case. Now this display case is about eight feet tall, and has a sliding "library ladder" to reach the higher shelves. She was interested in some of these packages, and I told her that they were "up there," and invited her to go up the ladder and peruse the selection.

She said something like, "Oh my, is it safe?"

I assured her it was, and said, "I'll even hold the ladder for you." You know of course where my mind was.

She climbed the ladder to see the wares, and suddenly I found myself almost face to face with her incredibly sexy toes. They were only about a foot away, and a foot below my face. I got a great closeup look at her pedicure, her bent toes, and those sexy "dot" corns. I had a brief dreamy thought of leaning down and smelling her toes. God I wanted to wrap my lips around them so badly! She found what she wanted and came down. The transaction was over and the end was near. I gave her some instructions on that last item, and as things were coming to an end, and "thanks" were being exchanged, I decided to go for it.

I said, "I hope you won't mind me telling you this, but while you were on the ladder there, I could not help but notice that you have very pretty toes."

To my relief, she seemed delighted with the compliment and smiling said, "Oh, why thank you! Thank you very much!"

I said, "You're welcome," and left it at that. No sense getting myself into trouble.

We finished up, and she left the store with her purchases. She also left me with a woodie the size of all outdoors! I really do hope to see her again, but since she's from out-of-state, it may be a while. I will have pleasant dreams of this sighting / meeting / compliment tonight. I hope you do, too!

Regards,
Dex.

This story was submitted anonymously by Dex.

To read another story by Dex, click A Toe Sucking Experience.

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