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Now, I've had my foot fetish as far back as I can remember, and any man out there who shares this fetish knows one sound better than any other in the entire world...the sound of a woman's shoes clunking to the floor as she kicks them off to comfort her feet. Well, as I sat there chewing away, I heard that sound. Clunk....clunk, I heard....definitely the sound of two shoes dropping to the floor. Reflexively, I turned my head toward the sound. The darkly clad woman had indeed removed her shoes and was sitting there with her stocking clad feet on top of her shoes. As she ate, her toes gripped the tops of the heels of the shoes and played with them, sliding them around under the table. Smiling, I watched her unconsciously shuffling the shoes around with her feet. Apparently, I wasn't very discreet about watching. Discretion isn't a strong suit of young men that age, and certainly wasn't one of mine. So, as luck would have it, the woman looked over at me, caught the trajectory of my stare, and looked down at her feet, curious if something was wrong under her table, no doubt. When I saw this, I came out of my trance and quickly turned my head back around to concentrate on my food. Behind me and to my right, I thought I heard very faint laughter...but prayed it was just my imagination.