Model: Shae [Log Date: 09/20/13 ] *** VINTAGE EDITION*** This one goes way back to the college days. I had a buddy with this older lady as his neighbor. She was always gardening/having yard sales and always in flip-flops or barefoot. I'm feeling particularly brave one idle morning and decide to make a pass by my buddies spot to see if I had a shot at a cold approach opportunity. It's early morning. Streets quite. My friends' car is gone and sure enough, she's out in her garden. I'm pretty blatant with my approach; letting myself in past the ajar fence gate, introducing ...

Model: Shae [Log Date: 09/20/13 ] *** VINTAGE EDITION*** This one goes way back to the college days. I had a buddy with this older lady as his neighbor. She was always gardening/having yard sales and always in flip-flops or barefoot. I'm feeling particularly brave one idle morning and decide to make a pass by my buddies spot to see if I had a shot at a cold approach opportunity. It's early morning. Streets quite. My friends' car is gone and sure enough, she's out in her garden. I'm pretty blatant with my approach; letting myself in past the ajar fence gate, introducing myself and, somewhat, stating my purpose openly -- cellphone in hand. She actually recognizes me. Makes some mention about us all ways "smoking" and of course... naturally, she was a bit surprised . Thankfully that quickly transitioned into chatty shyness and curiosity. Objective #1 complete Her voice becomes distant as I take in the rush. It's my first time actually seeing her feet up close. I could tell she had shapely feet from afar but up close I could clearly see she had nice arches. Way overdue for a pedi but cute enough toes. The rough/calloused heels were a bit disappointing. But I'm sure her soles were wide, wrinkly, and thick. The urges begin to stir more strongly. I'm wearing swim trunks, commando, and it's getting more and more difficult the true nature of my approach. I press on with some mumbo-jumbo about privacy and my camera bag being in my car to convince her to join me there. I adjust before hopping in, blatantly showing the outline of the Rod. You can even make out the ring of the crown as it throbs. She notices right away and that chatty banter becomes replaced with heavy awkward silence, worrisome glances and all around uneasy...fidgety body language, the moment the doors close. I can tell she knows there is no camera bag/equipment in my car as I pull out my phone. She watches along as I pull up the camera feature; I make sure to rest my hand right next to my throbbing Rod to make SURE she can see it. Acting completely normal I instruct her to place her feet on my thigh and begin recording. Coaching her through a few poses. Not even 60 seconds later I instruct her to find a way to lay on her tummy. Her expression is heavy with worry and confusion as she complies. I half-ass some shots of her in the pose as she begins to nervously chat again. Without word or warning, the sound of my zipper and loosening belt buckle fill the car. Alerted, she sits up. Staring blankly ahead. She makes no motion to protest or stop me. I'll never get past the rush I got sandwiching the Rod between her meaty padded soles and coaching her to spread her toes. For a snippet of her reaction, enjoy the preview and thanks in advance for supporting! Help us earn 75% of sales during the C4S "End of Year Sales Promotion" by purchasing from our "EndofYear" Sales Link ***Click Here to Shop***