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This time the light laughter was unmistakably clear. I was frozen, still admiring that lovely foot, afraid to look up....afraid to even move. I had no clue what to do next. And then those nylon-covered toes started wiggling and stretching and flexing. That attractive foot became very animated, rotating slowly at the ankles, toes wriggling, sole extending and flexing. I watched that sole smooth out completely under the nylon, and then wrinkle erotically along with the nylon as the foot danced and frolicked... candy for my admiring eyes. The pounding college-boy boner in my shorts wanted me to keep looking, even though I knew in my heart I'd been found out. I was caught in a scary yet exciting dilemma... somewhere between the fear of being discovered as a lover of women's feet (and thereby possibly branded as a pervert) and the excitement of having a woman actually know that I was turned on by her feet. Finally, my head still bent downward, I rolled my eyes up....hoping the woman would be concentrating on her meal and not have the slightest clue that I had once again been indiscreet. No such luck. She was sitting back against the padded back rest of the booth, her arms folded across her chest, and looking directly at me. Again her lush lips formed a smile on her pale skinned face. Her dark eyes, under equally dark bangs, twinkled with a kind of mischievous glimmer. As I looked at those impish eyes, she once again chuckled.