Here's the first part. Hope you like and there will be more to come.
It had been a long week to this point. This sales job was really starting to get old. At least Barry didn't have to worry about his wife wanting him to be home more often anymore. The divorce was final last week.
Tonight, things finished up earlier than expected, so he actually had a chance to stop by his hotel room and change before going off to find some dinner. Off with the suit, on with the jeans and t-shirt. He slipped his bare feet into his navy Keds and headed off to the Friday's down the street.
His ex had always been very needy to a point- always needing to know where he was and wanting him home early, but not really wanting much of him when he was around. It made Barry just want ot be on his own again, so when he found out she was cheating-that ended it.
He pulled his overly boring company car into a spot just outside the door. Since it was only just after five, the place wasn't too busy yet. He grabbed his book and went in. The hostess was cute, barley out of high school, and had a very cheery smile. She led him to the bar as he asked and handed him a menu. After ordering a beer and a cobb salad, Barry got his nose into his book. He didn't pay much attention at first as he was shortly joined by a rather attractive brunette who also brought a book.
It didn't take long however until he started to take a few glances at his new companion. She looked to be in her mid-tenties, brown hair in a short ponytail, wire-rim glasses. Kinda bookish type. She had on a brown and white striped short sleeved polo, faded jeans and bright white leather Champions. Woo-hoo! As Barry tried to look interested in turning the next page of his hardcover he couldn't help notice that she was checking him out as well.
"I like your Keds" she said, giving him a quick smile.
The nerves built up, but he got a hold of himself in a hurry. "I like yours too" he said in a surprisingly calm voice. His ex never was comfortable with his fetish for Keds. She had a couple pairs but hardly ever wore them, and gave him a hard time about his on occasion. "Why do you want to wear girls shoes?" she would ask.
"I'm Kelly" she said.
"Barry. Nice to meet you. You live in the area?" he asked.
"Just going to school here, State University. How about you?"
"Sales. In the area this week. Going home tomorrow afternoon."
They exchanged small talk until their food arrived. All the while Barry's eyes would wander down to her lovely white Keds. She seemed to be looking at his as well and would bob her foot and point her toes for him to watch. This was getting to be a bit much as he could fell a stirring in his loins and a dampness to his palms. He dug into his salad and they both pretty much stopped talking for a while. As they were halfway through, the conversation picked up agian. Movies, sports, music- they found quite a bit to talk about and actually had a lot in common. Including shoes.
"Have you been wearing Keds long?" she asked. "I just love mine, practically live in them."
"I'd say quite a while. I wore men's until they stopped making them, then just bought women's and still mostly wear those even though they make men's again. They're just so comfortable, and I don't know, I think they're sexy." Did he say too much? Barry had a nervous moment while he waited for a response.
"They are sexy" she said. "Sometimes I just wear my Keds around the house- and nothing else. It feels... I don't know, playfully dirty." She grinned, then uttered an "oop" and gave a mildly startled look as there was a clapping sound. She had been rubbing her feet together, slipping her heel out of her right shoe and it had fallen on the floor. As she straightened her legs and stretched, Barry noticed she was wearing different color socks, one dark blue still covered and one brown with little cats printed on it out for all the world to see. She re-crossed her legs and continued bobbing her right foot, making no attempt for the moment to recover her shoe.
They finished their dinners and the waitress left thier checks. Hoping not to sound too forward, Barry asked "I'm all caught up on my paperwok, would you like to catch a movie?"
Kelly replied "Thank you, but no I can't. I've got to pick up my roomate at the bus station in an hour." He knew this was it. Oh well, its too early to get back in the game anyway. "But I could maybe meet you for a drink later" she said. Barry's spirits soared.
"I'm at the Quality on 36, room 224, if you want to stop by, they actaully have a decent club at the hotel."
"Its a date then" she exclamed with a beaming smile. "Well, I gotta run" she said as she stooped for her shoe. "Look for me around nine. It was nice talking with you."
"Likewise" Barry smiled.
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It had been a long week to this point. This sales job was really starting to get old. At least Barry didn't have to worry about his wife wanting him to be home more often anymore. The divorce was final last week.
Tonight, things finished up earlier than expected, so he actually had a chance to stop by his hotel room and change before going off to find some dinner. Off with the suit, on with the jeans and t-shirt. He slipped his bare feet into his navy Keds and headed off to the Friday's down the street.
His ex had always been very needy to a point- always needing to know where he was and wanting him home early, but not really wanting much of him when he was around. It made Barry just want ot be on his own again, so when he found out she was cheating-that ended it.
He pulled his overly boring company car into a spot just outside the door. Since it was only just after five, the place wasn't too busy yet. He grabbed his book and went in. The hostess was cute, barley out of high school, and had a very cheery smile. She led him to the bar as he asked and handed him a menu. After ordering a beer and a cobb salad, Barry got his nose into his book. He didn't pay much attention at first as he was shortly joined by a rather attractive brunette who also brought a book.
It didn't take long however until he started to take a few glances at his new companion. She looked to be in her mid-tenties, brown hair in a short ponytail, wire-rim glasses. Kinda bookish type. She had on a brown and white striped short sleeved polo, faded jeans and bright white leather Champions. Woo-hoo! As Barry tried to look interested in turning the next page of his hardcover he couldn't help notice that she was checking him out as well.
"I like your Keds" she said, giving him a quick smile.
The nerves built up, but he got a hold of himself in a hurry. "I like yours too" he said in a surprisingly calm voice. His ex never was comfortable with his fetish for Keds. She had a couple pairs but hardly ever wore them, and gave him a hard time about his on occasion. "Why do you want to wear girls shoes?" she would ask.
"I'm Kelly" she said.
"Barry. Nice to meet you. You live in the area?" he asked.
"Just going to school here, State University. How about you?"
"Sales. In the area this week. Going home tomorrow afternoon."
They exchanged small talk until their food arrived. All the while Barry's eyes would wander down to her lovely white Keds. She seemed to be looking at his as well and would bob her foot and point her toes for him to watch. This was getting to be a bit much as he could fell a stirring in his loins and a dampness to his palms. He dug into his salad and they both pretty much stopped talking for a while. As they were halfway through, the conversation picked up agian. Movies, sports, music- they found quite a bit to talk about and actually had a lot in common. Including shoes.
"Have you been wearing Keds long?" she asked. "I just love mine, practically live in them."
"I'd say quite a while. I wore men's until they stopped making them, then just bought women's and still mostly wear those even though they make men's again. They're just so comfortable, and I don't know, I think they're sexy." Did he say too much? Barry had a nervous moment while he waited for a response.
"They are sexy" she said. "Sometimes I just wear my Keds around the house- and nothing else. It feels... I don't know, playfully dirty." She grinned, then uttered an "oop" and gave a mildly startled look as there was a clapping sound. She had been rubbing her feet together, slipping her heel out of her right shoe and it had fallen on the floor. As she straightened her legs and stretched, Barry noticed she was wearing different color socks, one dark blue still covered and one brown with little cats printed on it out for all the world to see. She re-crossed her legs and continued bobbing her right foot, making no attempt for the moment to recover her shoe.
They finished their dinners and the waitress left thier checks. Hoping not to sound too forward, Barry asked "I'm all caught up on my paperwok, would you like to catch a movie?"
Kelly replied "Thank you, but no I can't. I've got to pick up my roomate at the bus station in an hour." He knew this was it. Oh well, its too early to get back in the game anyway. "But I could maybe meet you for a drink later" she said. Barry's spirits soared.
"I'm at the Quality on 36, room 224, if you want to stop by, they actaully have a decent club at the hotel."
"Its a date then" she exclamed with a beaming smile. "Well, I gotta run" she said as she stooped for her shoe. "Look for me around nine. It was nice talking with you."
"Likewise" Barry smiled.
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