“Please Miss, can I suck your toes?”
Well, they weren’t actually the words I used. For one thing, it had been 5 years since I’d been at the school where Tanya taught so there was less of the ‘Miss’ being bandied about.
I’d always liked her feet though, and used to fantasise about her often. She was blond, trim but it was always her feet that stood out for me. I think the fact that I didn’t get to see them that often made me want to see them more (and do other things besides.) When she did show them off, she used to wear these blue and cream mules, and she’d have her toenails painted a kind of brown/red colour.
But they’d always be beautifully perfect. I think if anything it was her toes that used to get me excited more than her feet overall, but that was no bad thing. Now, 5 years after I had left the school I was back in the area and had to drop in to the sports centre adjacent to the school. On my way out of the sports complex I had to walk across the front of the school and there walking towards me was Tanya.