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This was one of the first foot art pictures I saw that got me into soles, before I was pretty much a tops of feet kind of guy. There's just something about the way her foot is drawn that is, for lack of better words, manifique. ((Can't read the signature, if someone could help me I'd love to credit the artist for this amazing work!!))

It surprised her how much he seemed to enjoy the waft of odor coming from her foot. Normally, she took off her shoes in an area away from people. Her habit of wearing shoes without socks often, meant that an extremely unpleasant smell followed their removal. This time, however, a strange man kept inching closer as she stretched her foot and spread her toes, letting them receive a much needed beather from being cooped up in a sweaty dark place for most of the day. She looked down at him, he stood, perhaps, three or so feet below the area she had decided to sit on the edge of. She was sure that if he walked closer, her foot could easily rest on his face if he looked up, she beamed and began undoing her other shoe. The man's nostrils were noticibly flaring, and his nose twitching. He kept poking away at a handheld device, pretending not to notice her sitting a bit above his head, as he walked closer she carefully stretched her leg down so at her heel brushed against his hair. He looked up startled at her grin.

"Do you like the way it smells?" she asked, and the man's demeanor changed, turning red. "I can see your nose moving around. If you like feet it's fine with me." She placed her shoes next to her and began kicking her feet about, enjoying the feeling of a gentle breeze that swept across her soles and in between her toes, hopefully carrying the scent closer to him. The man seemed fixated with her feet since he stood there motionless, his face still red, and she leaned as forward as she could and rested her soles on his face, leaving his nose to poke through the sides of her feet.

His face felt warm, and droplets of sweat quickly formed under her feet. She let out a laugh.

"Usually people hate foot stink," she said. "You're an odd fellow." The man said nothing and she could feel him trembling. She pulled heself upwards on her ledge, and the man stepped back a little. "You can relax! There's no one around here but us, no one's gonna know you liked my smelly feet!" The man looked up at her, visible droplets of sweat streaked down his forehead and cheeks. She looked beside her at her shoes and tossed them down to him.

"There you can have them!" she said waving, and stifled a laugh. "They're probably a little worse than my feet, but hey, you seem to be into that!" She got to her feet and the man still stood there looking up at her. Maybe he was in so much shock he couldn't process what had just happened. She got on her bike and began to walk down the road, the warm concrete felt good against her feet and she was sure she didn't mind a barefoot ride home.

Description
This was one of the first foot art pictures I saw that got me into soles, before I was pretty much a tops of feet kind of guy. There's just something about the way her foot is drawn that is, for lack of better words, manifique. ((Can't read the signature, if someone could help me I'd love to credit the artist for this amazing work!!))

It surprised her how much he seemed to enjoy the waft of odor coming from her foot. Normally, she took off her shoes in an area away from people. Her habit of wearing shoes without socks often, meant that an extremely unpleasant smell followed their removal. This time, however, a strange man kept inching closer as she stretched her foot and spread her toes, letting them receive a much needed beather from being cooped up in a sweaty dark place for most of the day. She looked down at him, he stood, perhaps, three or so feet below the area she had decided to sit on the edge of. She was sure that if he walked closer, her foot could easily rest on his face if he looked up, she beamed and began undoing her other shoe. The man's nostrils were noticibly flaring, and his nose twitching. He kept poking away at a handheld device, pretending not to notice her sitting a bit above his head, as he walked closer she carefully stretched her leg down so at her heel brushed against his hair. He looked up startled at her grin.

"Do you like the way it smells?" she asked, and the man's demeanor changed, turning red. "I can see your nose moving around. If you like feet it's fine with me." She placed her shoes next to her and began kicking her feet about, enjoying the feeling of a gentle breeze that swept across her soles and in between her toes, hopefully carrying the scent closer to him. The man seemed fixated with her feet since he stood there motionless, his face still red, and she leaned as forward as she could and rested her soles on his face, leaving his nose to poke through the sides of her feet.

His face felt warm, and droplets of sweat quickly formed under her feet. She let out a laugh.

"Usually people hate foot stink," she said. "You're an odd fellow." The man said nothing and she could feel him trembling. She pulled heself upwards on her ledge, and the man stepped back a little. "You can relax! There's no one around here but us, no one's gonna know you liked my smelly feet!" The man looked up at her, visible droplets of sweat streaked down his forehead and cheeks. She looked beside her at her shoes and tossed them down to him.

"There you can have them!" she said waving, and stifled a laugh. "They're probably a little worse than my feet, but hey, you seem to be into that!" She got to her feet and the man still stood there looking up at her. Maybe he was in so much shock he couldn't process what had just happened. She got on her bike and began to walk down the road, the warm concrete felt good against her feet and she was sure she didn't mind a barefoot ride home.