The Flip-Flop Brigade

Everything feels sexier when the sun is out. And as soon as the hint of summer hits I see the flip-flop brigade out in the park. The many women who find joy in discarding their enclosed footwear and setting their feet free. I have always admired the flat-soled sandal held loosely on the foot by the Y-shaped strap. Every other weekend I get my son, Lewis. Luckily, he always wanted to go to the park. We often bumped into Stevie with her daughter, Kirstie.  The children went to the same school, although Kirstie was nine and the year above Lewis.Stevie was cute with long raven black hair, hazel eyes, and a wicked smile. She was always impeccably dressed. And yes, her feet were often in a etimesgut escort nice pair of flip-flops. I so wanted to slide her flip-flop off and spank her with it.It was a sunny June afternoon, Stevie looked as lovely as ever dressed in a cream blazer, white top, cropped jeans. Her feet looked amazing in pink leather flip-flops, a nice deep blue pedicure on her perfect toes with a silver toe ring.“Hi, Noah.”I loved the sound of my name in her mouth. She had a perfect mouth and great teeth, very important if you are going to get your tongue wrapped round them. And I intended to.We sat on a bench and watched our children play together. I found out eryaman escort Stevie was a single mum. She had recently been seeing a bloke, but it hadn’t worked out. Which of course I was very sad to hear. She volunteered this was information, without too much pushing from yours truly. It made me think she wanted to let me know she was open to offers.Stevie seemed very flirty and kept touching my leg as we chatted.“So, what about you, Noah, what’s your story?”I told her my lot. Got married too young and had Lewis. Then drifted apart and got divorced. I didn’t regret it, it gave me an amazing child, that I loved more than Stevie’s feet. Which was saying sincan escort something, they were great feet. I could stop watching her dangle her flip-flops.We were then joined by Mrs Swan, Lewis’ schoolteacher, and Stevie’s older sister. Her name was Penny, but I couldn’t think of her like that. She was always going to be Lewis’ teacher, Mrs Swan and it made it sound naughty me calling her that.Mrs Swan looked a lot different out of the stuffy school Lewis’ mother where had insisted we pack him off. I was never academic, so I know I am doing it an injustice. Lewis liked it and why wouldn’t he? Mrs Swan was actually very hot. It must run in the family.She had shoulder-length brown hair with a light pink summer dress. And yes, she was part of the flip-flop brigade too with her white ‘Havaianas’.I asked if anyone wanted a coffee. There was a small café a few minutes away. Stevie said she fancied the walk, and we were safe leaving the kids in the capable hands of her sister.