Sole Bug Chronicles: The Battle at Clactarot

Today, I saw a boy and a girl playing with their sneakers. The boy was a tom-girl. He wore new balance sneakers, thin pink ankle socks, blue hip huggers a black tummy top, or atleast that's what I call them. The tops that bare a girl's midriff up to just under the breasts. He wore one of those hats that girls sometimes wear too, the one that looks like a train conductor's hat. I have to give the boy credit, his midriff was as bare and smooth as a newborn baby's bottom. The girl however was in a pair of blue jeans, a pink shirt, white and red valentine socks, and laceless adidas superstars! Now, the shoeplay fanatic in me told me to stay right there and film them. because they were both playing like they were in a contest. The sneaker fetishist in me told me to focus on the chick in the laceless adidas superstars. The battle was on, between the Tom-Girl and the Tam-Girl. they were slow and methodical in their motions, and swirled their shoes about like witches making a potion. I could tell they were competing. They knew I was watching too. the boy really started heelpopping and doing hurdles. his soles and his moves were really starting to get the better of me. At one point, he lifted his left foot up so part of it came out of his sneaker and crossed his right foot over the heel at the ankle, and started to heelpop the right sneaker quickly, and pump his foot in and out of the left shoe. That, combined with his feminine physique, and his sneakers, and the perfumed smell coming out of them, caught my attention. But that girl was dominant. She was slipping her feet in and out of her sneakers, then touching the tongues with her toes. Then she placed her feet on top of her sneakers. She loked at me and frowned, but wiggled her toes. "You like my feet?" she said. "Huh?" I said, "what are you talking about?" "I see your camera." she said. "Do you like my feet?" "I guess I do." I said. "Okay." she said and went back to playing with her sneakers. She started playing rough with them, raising them diagonally, then smacking them down. I felt that I was being carnally interested in the two players. Even the dainty boy and his slim, size eight dainty socked soles were enticing to me. He was rocking them from side to side in time to the music he was listening to. He made me want to just grab his feet and tickle the socked soles for all I was worth. But I controlled myself, and allowed myself to be enraptured by the girl and her sexy feet as she moved and lifted her sneakers up in the air, then popped her heels in and out. Each pop made me lurch slightly. Then I suddenly felt very...I don't know really....but the important thing is, that was some hot shoeplay. In the end, the girl won the battle of the feet, by doing a massive hurdle, and dipped three times, and lost her shoe, right into the train tracks. Yeah, it was at a metro station. And it was the most arousing shoeplay in seven minutes I ever saw. Well, that's it for now you guys, Shoeplay Hunter Z out.