Breaking Loose

Foot Clipping

He stood beside the pillar on which she leaned back. He considered leaving, perhaps his chances with her were ruined now that he had unwillingly hit her toes with the makeup sling made of a rubber band and paper clips.

He hesitated, he could not see her except her school skirt and that long leg cast. For some reason, she had lifted her skirt that lay on the thigh of her leg cast. He could see up to her mid-thigh and wondered how high it went.

He was mesmerized, from this temporary vantage point he watched a great length of that plaster long leg cast, it was still all white and smooth. He had always looked at her but now that he looked at that long leg cast he realized how shapely her legs were. To him, this cast was like a sculpture that depicted very well the attributes of her leg.

It was not long before his eyes landed on the foot in a cast. He had always seen her wearing her school uniform, and therefore with shoes. Her cast, however, offered distinct possibilities. He observed the cup of her heel shaped in the cast and where it terminated, as if it was not appealing enough, it continued with the sensuous curve of the arch of her foot, also superbly represented by the cast molded on her foot. Suddenly, he fantasized being the one that shaped that plaster cast on her foot. He had never seen her on socks alone, very difficult in a school where a uniform was the norm, but this plaster cast exposed to him and everybody the beauty of those shapes.

«Maybe I am weird, how can I like a foot?» he thought to himself.

In this moment of distraction that seemed to last an eternity, he savored that beautiful shape of her bare foot elevated to a sculpture by something as unimaginable as a plaster cast. He continued enjoying that sensuous curve of her arch back and forth until his eyes finally moved on where suddenly, that beautiful curve ended abruptly in something that appeared like an internal sock and then leaving a mouth in the cast where her bare toes were exposed.

As he was engrossed in his observation of the girl's leg in a cast, she wiggled her toes a little.

«Oh boy! is that a beauty!» he thought. All her toes were in a perfect progression of sizes, funny he had never thought of that before, the same a sandal had. No wonder why some women's feet did not look well in sandals, because the length of their toes did not match perfectly the front shape of the sandal.

Her toes were absolutely gorgeous too, the skin was impeccable and her toenails in the natural were just as perfect. They were short, just slightly longer than the toe itself for about a millimeter, that it gave it the appearance of a natural French pedicure. The shape of those toenails was also very appealing, they were not large, they were not small, they were just... perfect!

He continued staring at those pretty toes. It was funny, now he felt slightly aroused, he never thought he would see feet as something remotely erotic, but it was certainly causing him a reaction. Then her toes curled down violently.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Cristina shouted, her eyebrows pulled together, "Why were you throwing clips at me?"

"Eh, I did not mean to hurt you. I only wanted to hit the cast to call your attention." He moved forward in front of her, near the extended injured leg.

"Well, you did!" she said but something was stirring within her.

"I truly did not mean to hurt you," He swung his right arm to the side to point to her foot but in doing so he accidentally brushed her toes with his fingers. She immediately rotated her long leg cast pivoting on her heel, to get her toes away from the intruding hand, even though it was accidental.

"By the way, here is your pen," he said, "it fell out of your backpack this morning."

"Oh, thank you! I thought I had lost it forever, it is very dear to me, Reese," Cristina said.