"Oh you're hungry? Of course, you spent so much time in my purse I nearly forgot you still had to eat!" Misty glanced around her small kitchen to see if there was anything edible that was your size. Then with a slightly embarassed grin, she looks back at you. "Well I'm hungry for pretzels so..is it ok if I just break off small pieces for you?"
You nod several times, and Misty smiles and grabs a can of pretzels. "Ok if we watch some TV too?" she asks, as she brings her hands down next to you.
"Of course!" you say loudly as you run up into her palm, and with a smile, she carries you over to her small loveseat-type sofa. Misty sits down first on the right side sideways, with her knees at 90 degree angles and her feet planted on the left cushion. You gasp to see that she'd removed her tennis shoes and was once again only in her white socks. As you look at them, Misty sets you down on the left arm rest, not far from where her feet were resting. If you'd ever had a golden opportunity thus far in your adventure, this was it. But your pleasant thoughts are suddenly interrupted as two of Misty's fingers suddenly appear in front of you and gently drop a volleyball sized chunk of a pretzel before you.
"It's..hehe..as small of a piece as I could break off. I know it's still huge but at least you wont starve eh?"
You smile at Misty and nod, then take a bite out of the salty wheat snack, but then your mind resumes its original course of thoughts. Misty turns the TV on to Comedy Central's "Daily Show", and the two of you watch for a few minutes. Though you weren't really watching, you were just killing some time because you didn't want to seem too eager to be at Misty's feet. You'd always been shy about your fantasy. After 5 minutes, you can't take anymore, and you stealthily slide down the left armrest of her sofa on to the cushion. You gasp, as though you're staring at the gateway to heaven. Misty's socked toes are only about 5 inches (regular scale) in front of you. The air already smells different, and like a boy at a playground, you sprint across the cushion until you at last reach Misty's foot.
"I can't believe it.." you say to yourself as you run your hand across the thick wool fibers. Then, grinning ear-to-eat, you take hold of them and climb up until you're standing on the part of Misty's sock immediatly above the space between her 1st and second toe. Seconds later, she looks down at you and instantly turns a bright shade of red.
"J-Jason, what are you doing??"
"Oh uh..this looked more.. comfortable than the armrest over there. Besides, it was freezing up there and it felt pretty lonely you know?" you say, trying to sound casual and fun.
"But..doesn't it stink? I can imagine, it's got to smell terrible there!"
"I don't think so!" you say, and this time you really mean it. The smell of Misty's foot seems to be all around you, and it's more invigorating than anything you've ever felt in your life. "In fact it's kind of nice."
"Nice??" Misty says, blushing even more. You could tell she was fairly shy about her feet. "..No way, you're crazy," she says, but at the same time she diverts her eyes and grins slightly. "My feet smell terrible, that smell will kill ya if you stay there much longer."
Now's your chance. "Oh yeah? Try me!"
Misty's eyes widen as she makes an inquisitive look. "How?"
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