I absentmindedly move my socked feet around while I read, totally unaware of your staring. After about two minutes, I start to slip off my frilly socks and slide my soles up and down against the legs of my chair. Remind you of anything? You watch my pretty feet move beneath my chair, transfixed by the way I stretch, rub, flex, wrinkle, scrunch, and more. My feet look so soft, my toes so plump, my arches begging to have your fingers kneading into them. Are you nervous that I might catch you spying? No talking, just unaware, nonchalant teasing while you stare at my pretty soles.