The park was a 15 minute drive away and they listened to music and song along in good spirits as Anne drove them there. The park was large with playgrounds, a café, boating lake, minigolf and many routes for walking through grassy and wooded areas. They decided to pick up a coffee to go, and take a walk around the quieter side of the park. Anne quizzed Sarah on her academic life and plans for university, and tried to probe for information on any boyfriends Sarah might have kept quiet. Sarah was surprised by how much she enjoyed Anne's company and decided to enquire about Anne's mysterious love life, without much luck.
The walk took them on a steady incline and half an hour in both women were tiring and they agreed to sit for a while and enjoy the sunshine, whilst regaining their energy. They stepped down from the path and sat alone 2/3 of the way up the gassy hill. Anne's first thought was for her own feet, her second was for Sarah's. Dealing with one step at a time she began unlacing her trainers whilst telling Sarah how hot her feet were. Sarah took the bait- responding "Yeah mine too". As Sarah lay back, relaxing, Anne removed both of her own trainers. She then wiggled her right foot in Sarah's face teasing "Does it smell" pushing her socked foot close to Sarah's nose. Sarah slapped the foot away laughing "Yes, it stinks!" Anne switched her legs "How about this one?" "Eurgh, even worse!" Anne was pleased with the response and quickly blamed the smell on her socks saying that they were overheating her delicate feet. As she set about removing the offending items and placing them inside her discarded trainers, Anne glanced discreetly at Sarah who looked to be staring at he two bare feet, seemingly transfixed by them. She was desperate to return the favour. Anne broke Sarah from her trance-like sate by forcing both bare feet in the direction of her face and asking "How about now? Do they smell now?" Sarah rolled onto her front, burying her face in the grass in order to avoid contact with the 'delicate' feet.
This was the opportunity Anne had been looking for, and she pounced on Sarah, straddling her waist and facing downhill. Sarah wiggled but couldn't break free. "What are you doing? Get off me!" she yelled. Anne waited a second before responding "I'm going to see just how smelly your hot and sweaty feet are" Sarah giggled and kicked nervously, but knew she was powerless, trapped face down with her captor facing her feet, and about to expose her weakness. She felt a thrilling mix of terror and arousal, but continued to wriggle and kick. Suddenly she felt Anne's arm hook her ankles and grip them tightly to her substantial bosom. Her shoes loosened and then fell and she jumped sharply as Anne rake a teasing fingernail down her left sole. Anne could resist no longer, and slid her index finger between the heel of sock and foot. as she pushed further, more and more of the pale, highly arched and beautifully wrinkled sole came into view. Anne found this intoxicating. Finally she reached toes, one by one, and then the sock was gone. Anne touched her nose to the sole and inhaled deeply, which Sarah responded to with a wiggle of her toes and a yelp of surprise. Anne grabbed the second sock by the toe end and began tugging lowly until she held two pink socks in her right hand and two bare feet in her left arm. Wanting this experience to last, Anne balled up the socks and threw them into a nearby bush, knowing Sarah could not see her action.
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