Eighteen-year-old Danny Dawson's alarm
clock went off at 5 a.m. on Monday a full two hours earlier than his
customary weekday wake-up time and he surfaced sluggishly and
reluctantly from the depths of his slumber.
If you could call it that.
For he had been awake for most of the
night, tossing and turning, and fretting about his Work Motivation
Programme 'placement' ... as an 'Air Purification Technician'.
The placement, that, because Danny had no
job or training to go to upon his leaving education, his local Job
Centre had assigned him to.
But as an 'Air Purification Technician'
... what was that all about? What did it actually mean? wondered Danny.
And, wouldn't he have needed some sort of formal qualifications? he
puzzled, as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes with his knuckles.
All Danny knew, was that it was to do
with the A.F.P. government's new Work Motivation Programme, that he'd
been informed about in his Letter of Notification from the Job Centre.
Well, it was pointless to keep on
speculating ... he'd be finding out, soon enough.
Danny's eyes were baggy and
bloodshot, he felt more dead than alive, and anyone seeing the state of
him could be forgiven for thinking he'd had a night on the ale, trying
to sup his dad under the table.
As he padded sleepily to the
bathroom, he lamented upon his failing to take Mum's common sense
advice: to go to bed two hours earlier than usual.
The Authoritarian Female Party
Prime Minister, Caroline Flint, had promised male benefits claimants,
"Something in the post," and a "rude awakening."
Well, Danny had certainly had
something in the post, all right. And now he was getting his rude
awakening in more ways than one.
In fact, Caroline Flint was as
good as personally dragging Danny out of his bed, grabbing him by the
scruff of his neck, and kicking him out of his own front door.
Caroline Flint Danny blamed
her, personally wasn't wasting any time about it, either. Hell he
had only left school, on Friday! And now, just three days later, she was
putting the boot in kicking him out of the house, in the middle of the
night!
It just wasn't fair! thought Danny
miserably.
Danny had been looking forward
to following in his dad's footsteps (as a 'career claimant'), and
embarking upon enjoying a lazy lifetime of leisure and pleasure at the
taxpayers' expense ... And now this! This ruddy, so-called 'placement'!
When, ten minutes later, Danny had
dressed and come downstairs, he was surprised to see Mum already up, and
sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. At seeing the
lack-of-sleep state of her son, Mum exclaimed, "Ruddy hell! You look
rough, our Danny. You look like something the cat dragged in."
"Mum, that's exactly how I feel. That was
the worst night's sleep of my life," complained Danny miserably.
"Anyway, Mum, what are you doing up at this time? Did my alarm wake
you?" asked Danny, apologetically.
"No, lad. I was already up," replied Mum.
"I wanted to make sure you could actually get out of bed, when your
alarm clock went off at five o'clock, our Danny. Now that I know you
can, I can go back to enjoying my nice, leisurely lie-in as usual ...
heh heh heh."
"Aw, don't rub it in, Mum," groaned
Danny.
Pointing to a cup of steaming coffee and
a plate of toast on the kitchen table, Mum said, "And I wanted to make
sure you had something in you, before you go to work. There get that
lot down you," ordered Mum.
Thickly spreading margarine and
strawberry jam onto a piece of thick-sliced toast, like a bricklayer
spreading mortar, Danny said peevishly, "I'm not going to 'work', Mum.
I'm going to a ruddy so-called 'placement', to earn my unemployment
benefit."
A hopeful look came upon Danny's face, as
a straw-clutching thought occurred to him. "Hey, Mum! Do you think that
this could just be some sort of daft mistake, by some silly clot down at
the Job Centre? I mean, you'd think that you'd need qualifications,
wouldn't you, to be an Air Purification Technician?"
Mum chewed a piece of toast generously
coated with margarine and jam, as she regarded her son from across the
kitchen table. Still chewing, Mum replied with conviction, "Nah. No
chance. It's definitely not a mistake, our Danny. All over the country,
the A.F.P. are assigning males like you and your dad onto these
so-called placements, as a way of making you do something for your
welfare benefits until you get a job. You should know that as well as
anyone, Danny you've seen enough of the A.F.P.'s Party political
broadcasts on the telly," admonished Mum.
"In fact," Mum went on, "truth be told,
I've hardly slept a wink of sleep all night myself, from worrying about
what's going to happen to your dad. He's reporting to the Community
Service Liaison Officer a Miss Martinette at nine o'clock this
morning. It's going to be a lot harder for your dad to adjust to a new
way of life, than for you he's been idle, for far too long," fretted
Mum.
"I've been having all sorts of waking
nightmares," confided Mum, "about your dad's placement. And yours,
Danny. I've ... I've been hearing stories, lately ... That Caroline
Flint woman these ... these so-called placements are all her own idea.
There's just no telling, what she's capable of. Her, and that Harriet
Harmman, the Home Secretary ... She started out as a Community Service
Liaison Officer, but she quickly rose up through the A.F.P. ranks to
Cabinet level seniority.
"In fact, I'll make a prediction now:
Your dad will have found himself a job before the end of the week."
"Ha! Leave it out, Mum this is Dad
you're talking about!" replied Danny derisively. "Dad, find a job? Ha!"
"Well, you just wait and see, our Danny.
You just wait and see," Mum insisted.
Danny then asked, plaintively, "But, Mum,
why does the A.F.P. only pick on males, and not say a thing to the likes
of our Melanie and our Elaine the sponging, lazy fat pair of cows?"
Ignoring Danny's slur upon his two
older sisters as if his sentiments were entirely valid Mum
mechanically chewed on her toast as she ruminated upon her son's
question. Then,
she swallowed her toast, and washed it down with a gulp of coffee,
before imparting her gem of insight to Danny. "Because
they can, our Danny. It's because they can. It's as simple as that. The
A.F.P. are running the country now, and it's going to be a woman's world
from now on at least in Britain. Though I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if people in other countries started following the A.F.P.'s lead, and
voting in all-female member governments men have been making a mess of
things, for centuries. And you and your dad had better start getting
used to the idea! Now,
hurry up and finish your breakfast. Or you'll miss the airport bus."
*
* *
Danny had thought that, at that early
time of the morning he might find himself waiting alone at the bus stop.
But that wasn't the case, for there was already quite a crowd of people
there with luggage who were also waiting for the 05:30 airport bus.
Among them, were who Danny took to be a
family of four, including two daughters of about Danny's own age.
Danny heard the man say to the two young
ladies, "Marie, Lisa, now are you absolutely sure, that you've both got
your passports with you?"
One of the girls who Danny thought was
exceedingly lovely, who had long, white-blonde hair, and blue eyes
replied with mild irritation, "Oh, Dad! Yes! How many more times? Yes!
Yes! Yes!"
To which, the woman in the small group
chimed in, "Oh, Marie! Dad's only making sure, you know. After all,
darling, just imagine how upset you'd feel, if we left you behind at
Passport Control because you had forgotten your passport and we all
flew off on our holiday to Corfu without you!"
"Oh! As if you'd do that, Mum!" chided
Marie laughingly, the very idea, seemingly entirely implausible to her.
To which, Marie's dad responded
gruff-voiced, "Oh! But we ruddy well would! I'd send you back home in a
taxi, and you could clean the house from top to bottom while we're all
away enjoying ourselves in Corfu do something to earn the vast amounts
of pocket-money I give you!"
Danny found it impossible to tell whether
Marie's dad was joking or not. He sounded very convincing. Either he was
a ruddy good actor, or ...
Danny reflected, that his dad would
definitely leave him behind if he forgot his passport. Why not? It would
be his own ruddy daft fault.
Danny surreptitiously studied the two
girls, Marie and Lisa.
Inevitably, Danny's eyes were drawn to
the girls' feet. He was delighted to see that both girls wore flexible,
bright-yellow, thin rubber-soled flip flops, and that they both had
their toenails painted in the same attractive bright-yellow colour.
Danny thought that the sunny, bright-yellow colour worked very well, in
complementing the bronze of their beautifully suntanned feet.
Danny found himself wondering if the two
girls painted each other's toes, and he reflected that he'd like to
watch them do that; like to see their golden toes splayed apart,
separated with wads of cotton wool. Or, better still: paint their toes
for them, himself he was sure he would do a ruddy good job! And, if he
didn't ... well, he would keep on doing it, until he got it right ha
ha ha!
Danny thought that Lisa, with her
shoulder-length, dark hair and brown eyes, of slight build and about
five feet seven tall, was very attractive. But, he found Marie, with her
long, white-blonde hair and blue eyes, and of similar height and build
as her sister, especially so. Enchanting, in fact.
He didn't know why, exactly. It wasn't
just because Marie was so very attractive, so lovely. There was more to
it than that. There was just ... something about her.
Danny was already getting quite besotted
with Marie, even though he had been in her presence for no more than a
few minutes. She was so beautiful. So alluring. So ...
Marie captured, and held his attention.
She was like a warm, bright sun, holding him in her gravitational pull.
As if she was the only object heavenly body! in his universe. His
fate: to orbit, and to bask in her wonderful glow forever.
Marie had a vibrant, exciting, fun-loving
way about her. So much so, that Danny found it next to impossible to
take his eyes off her, even for a single moment he'd be sure, if he
did, to miss something nice; some cute little ... mannerism.
But he knew he had to drag his eyes away
from Marie, at least occasionally, or someone was sure to notice his ...
interest.
Just looking at Marie, caused Danny's
pulse to speed up. Just drinking in the sight of her, was a delicious
thrill all of its own.
It was funny, but Marie seemed to have
grown more lovely each time he looked at her. Danny's heart beat faster,
as he beheld the shapely calves of Marie's fabulous legs. But then, beat
faster still all but did cartwheels at seeing her beautiful,
exciting to watch, bare feet.
Danny sneakily ogled Marie's truly
sensational feet. Feet, that just never seemed to stop doing ... things.
Exciting things.
Danny then got the sense that Marie was
tentatively building up to say something to her dad.
As if agitated, she kept switching her
weight, standing from foot to foot and, each time she did so she crossed
her resting foot over her other ankle, and proceeded to cause her flip
flop to repeatedly slap-slap-slap against the bottom of her heel.
Danny was just awestruck, by Marie's ...
body language.
Danny then found that he had been right:
Marie had been working up to say something to her dad. And Danny
watched, as Marie stood up prettily on tiptoes so as to be at eye-level
with her dad and, as she did so she revealed to Danny the incredible,
magnificent sight of the bottoms of her bare heels, and the tautened
smooth, pale-gold skin of her stretching arches.
Danny waited with bated breath, wondering
just what, exactly, the gorgeous Marie was going to say to her dad.
And Danny was not to be disappointed, as
Marie visibly melted her father's heart the little coquette!
Danny saw then that, in truth, Marie's
dad had no defense against her when she turned on her irresistible
charms.
Danny watched, enthralled as, resting her
hands on her dad's shoulders for balance, Marie stood right up onto the
pads of her toes to chide her dad. "Now, Dad. Would you really, really
and truly, leave me behind at Passport Control just because I'd been
an intsy wintsy bit forgetful and left my passport at home while the
rest of you all flew off on holiday to Corfu without me ...? Don't be so
silly. Of course you wouldn't. You know you wouldn't. Now, it's very,
very naughty of you, to tease me like that!" admonished Marie, in
ticking off her errant dad.
And, listening to Marie, Danny felt as
if, one by one, his heartstrings were snapping, and that his heart was
cracking wide open, as yet more and more feelings for her poured into
it.
But, before Danny could muse further,
about the hypothetical tragedy that might or might not have been visited
upon the ravishing Marie and, a painful lump suddenly lodged in
Danny's throat, just at the very thought of Marie sobbing her eyes out
at Passport Control, while her family flew off on holiday to Corfu, all
enjoying themselves without her, and her dad sending her home in a taxi
to clean the house from top to bottom, to do something to earn the vast
amounts of pocket-money he gave her the airport bus pulled up at the
bus stop.
*
* *
Cunningly, and (almost) without thinking,
Danny held back, and then boarded the airport bus right after the family
of four.
Danny waited to see where the two sisters
seated themselves, and then he sat on the bench-seat two seats behind
the one that Marie and Lisa occupied together ... And then he hoped and
prayed that some inconsiderate idiot wouldn't come and plonk himself or
herself down on the seat between them and thereby block his glorious
view of his eagerly anticipated, exciting under-the-seat foot antics of
the two very attractive, flip flop wearing sisters.
Danny's luck held ...
And he had the most fabulous and
unimpeded view of Marie and Lisa's spellbinding flip flop feet, just two
seats away in front of him.
Instantly, any last and lingering
vestiges of bleary-eyed sleep evaporated away completely, as Danny's
attention status went to red alert. For he was immediately enthralled by
the bewitching, beyond-all-expectations 'performances' of Lisa and
Marie's flip flop feet; blown away, as the two lovely sisters
unwittingly staged a fascinating floor-show just for him!
*
From his many voyeuristic experiences at
school, where he had gotten his daily female feet 'fix', Danny well knew
that, when shoe-playing, girls did their own, personal unique little
... 'thing'. Some, individual, absentminded shoe-playing antic, that was
like a 'signature'.
Just like handwritten signatures, these
other signatures also varied greatly in their styles and flamboyancy
and every signature was different. And, to Danny's discerning eye, just
as unique and as identifiable as a fingerprint.
Upon seeing a 'signature' that he was
familiar with, Danny could readily register and associate the signature
of those particular, doing-their-thing, shoe-manipulating, white-socked
feet, with the identity of that particular female student. No guessing.
No problem. Yes, of course, sitting with their backs to him, as they
were, Danny could clearly see who the female students were but he
didn't have to. That, was Danny's ... ability.
Danny marvelled, that the sheer wonder of
it all was that there seemed to be no limit, to the possibilities.
No limit, to the amazing variations of
girls' individual, captivating, absentminded shoe-playing ...
quirkiness.
Endless new exciting examples to look
forward to, of unique, enthralling, shoe-manipulating ... expression.
Limitless potential 'sightings', to be
constantly on the look-out for. Sightings that, later, in the privacy of
his bedroom, he would replay in his mind, and ...
For Danny, it was the gift that kept on
giving and he was ever ready to receive!
Danny was permanently programmed for
shoe-play alert. His eyes, trained to detect the first signs;
automatically pick up on the possibilities. He never knew when he might
get lucky, for these miracles were something that could happen anytime,
any place. At times, these 'sightings' could occur so unexpectedly; come
as such a complete surprise even to Danny. And so his one-tracked-mind
vigilance was second nature.
*
Danny now discovered that, although
Lisa's absentminded shoe-playing was very exciting to watch, her
'repertoire' of ... teasers, was actually quite narrow and limited.
But Danny certainly wasn't complaining.
Lisa's 'thing', Danny saw, seemed to be
the frequently repeated crossing and re-crossing of her ankles under her
seat and, causing the flip flop of the foot that was resting above her
other ankle to almost incessantly slap-slap-slap against the bottom of
her bare heel.
Danny loved the sound; loved to listen to
it.
To Danny, the sound of flip flops
whether they were plastic, leather, or rubber slapping against the
bottom of girls' and women's bare heels whether they were seated, or
walking along was a sound with its own, special resonance.
Danny even liked it better than the sound
a girl or woman's high heels made; click-clacking away wonderfully as
she walked on a hard surface.
Unless the girl or woman's shoes were
mules then it would be a rather more even contest. Because then there
would be the twin combined pleasures, of simultaneously listening to
the repeated slap-slap-slap, of her bare heels, and also of the harder,
click-clack click-clack of the tips of her mules' heels, striking
rhythmically and musically as she walked along.
Marie, meanwhile, had also crossed her
ankles under her seat.
And Danny's already racing pulse
accelerated madly, wildly, as he watched Marie slowly oh, so slowly,
so exquisitely teasingly let her bright-yellow, thin rubber-soled flip
flops gradually slip from her shapely, suntanned feet. Very slowly,
Marie's flip flops slipped from her feet, and fell to the floor of the
airport bus, under her seat.
His attention riveted, Danny watched
Marie's feet search for her fallen flip flops and, upon finding them,
use the tops of her bright-yellow painted toes to bring her flip flops
into position, and then rest her feet on them, side by side soles
facing upward.
Now, both of Marie's golden, spectacular,
now slightly wrinkled soles were openly displayed to Danny.
Oh God! thought Danny. Incredible! I
can't believe this! Oh God! Unbelievable! What a view! Oh God oh God oh
God!!
And, this 'sighting' of the ravishing
Marie's openly displayed, side-by-side bare soles, was a sight that; for
all of the many 'sightings' and situations that Danny would come to
experience, this was a sighting so memorable that Danny would never
forget it ever. It was that special.
And, like some mental DVD recording,
Danny would, many times over the coming years, replay in his mind this
special sighting, as he reverently pulled his penis, in worship. As
he solemnly made his 'sacrifice', to the Goddess Marie. Spilling his
seed, in her honour.
For Danny started to get even more hot
and bothered. All steamed-up, as the bulge in his pants inevitably grew
bigger and bigger; kept on growing, as he continued to stare, fixated,
at the incredible sight of the bare, golden soles of Marie's divine
feet.
And Danny went half-crazy with
excitement, when Marie; just as Danny knew that she would, started doing
her ... 'thing' performing her absentminded under-the-seat foot
antics.
Like an inexorably rising oil-pressure
needle, Danny was going deep into the red. Marie's, under-the-seat
'performance', just too much for Danny.
Danny was in an agony of ecstasy, as he
gazed at the awesome, under-the-seat activities of Marie's suntanned,
ultra-sexy feet. Gazing adoringly, Danny rapturously drank in the
penis-expanding sight: the pads of her toes; the balls of her feet; her
prominent heels, all imbued with a rosy, reddish-pink hue. Her arches; a
beautiful, sun-kissed, pale-gold contrast.
Danny thought that he must have seen the
shapely, mega-sexy soles of Marie's bare feet, from every conceivable
under-the-seat angle, as she seemed to perform every trick-in-the-book
of shoe-playing manipulation and then some. As, absentmindedly;
her ankles repeatedly crossing and re-crossing, Marie's feet toyed with
her bright-yellow, thin rubber-soled flip flops under her bus seat.
This, was absentminded shoe-playing
entertainment, at its finest. Totally absorbing. It was The Greatest
Show On Earth, at its most compelling. At its most anything-can-happen,
thrilling and enthralling, exhilarating and riveting best.
And it was Danny's most exciting most
sexually arousing 'sighting', to date.
Then Danny was going absolutely nuts,
with excitement and desire, as he watched the awesome, electrifying,
absentminded antics of the flip flop feet of Lisa and Marie in tandem
just two seats in front of him.
Danny watched as, with unconscious skill,
the two unwittingly teasing sisters' bare feet manipulated tortured:
twisted, crumpled, distorted, their bright-yellow, flexible, thin
rubber-soled flip flops, right in front of him. Mangled them, in fact
to Danny's incredulous delight.
Danny was literally trembling with
excitement with awe.
The thrilling, pulse-raising sight, of
Marie and Lisa's bare, suntanned soles. The exciting,
heartbeat-quickening sight, of the bottoms of their heels even at that
early hour, already grime-smudged from the inevitable accumulation of
dirt and sweat from flip flop wearing ... it was too much.
Oh God! thought Danny. Oh God oh God oh
God!!
Danny was watching a potentially no,
inevitable, ball-draining double-act.
Danny's need for 'release', was now
urgent, imperative vital. And becoming more and more desperate with
every passing, absentminded-shoe-play-watching second.
Danny's 'pressure needle' was well into
the red, well into the ... danger zone. He was going to blow his gasket
for sure.
He should look away, just look away, just
look away now, he knew he should, before it was ... too late but he
just couldn't. Any moment now, he was going to ...
Then the airport bus arrived at
Manchester Airport Terminal 2 Departures.
* *
*
Passengers wanting to get off the airport
bus at Terminal 2 Departures, began to rise from their seats and
retrieve their luggage.
Danny hung back for as long as he could
he had good reason! There was a rather obvious bulge in his pants that
just didn't seem to want to go down any, and that he was hoping would
become less obvious in a minute or so.
The last of the Terminal 2 Departures
passengers were now getting off the airport bus and Danny after having
waited as long as he dared, before the airport bus moved off again to
take the remaining passengers to the other terminals and to various
other drop-off points around Manchester Airport was just about to rise
from his seat when, to his embarrassment, the helpful bus driver
preempted him, calling out to him, "You wanted Terminal Two Departures,
didn't you, lad?"
Preferring to appear forgetful, rather
than dull and slow-witted, Danny replied red-faced, "Oh! Yes, I do!
Thanks, driver!" And he made to disembark from the airport bus.
But Danny was halted in his tracks by the
bus driver, who called out loudly to Danny again just as he was about to
step out through the mid-bus exit. "Are you forgetting something, lad
... your luggage?"
"Er, no, driver. I'm not going on
holiday. I'm going to my place I'm ... I'm going to ... I'm going to
work," stammered Danny.
* *
*
Last off the airport bus, Danny had to
wait behind quite a number of travellers who were ahead of him, and who
were waiting to push their trolleys full of holiday luggage through the
entrance doors of the Departures Hall.
Once inside, Danny soon spotted Marie and
Lisa. And, as if helpless, he gazed adoringly at the suntanned soles of
their flip flop feet; gleaming, as the two sisters repeatedly paused,
mid-stride, at their every slow and lingering step as, with their mum
and dad they progressed with the incremental, stop-start movements of
the queue to the baggage check-in desk.
It was very busy at that time in the
morning, and the Departures Hall was packed. Danny saw holiday-makers
forming queues to the baggage check-in desks of most of the various Air
Lines that operated out of Terminal 2. There were quite a lot of
them, thought Danny.
A digital clock on the wall behind the
baggage check-in desks informed Danny that it was now 05:52. He was here
in plenty of time then, he thought to himself, having been instructed by
his local Job Centre to report to the Sunshine Holidays Information
Desk, at 06:00.
Danny decided to treat himself to
one final glimpse of the captivating flip flop feet of the ravishing,
blue-eyed, white-blonde haired, Marie, and of her almost equally
attractive sister, Lisa. And
Danny saw that, as Marie and Lisa were now standing rather than
sitting with their backs to him, it was like watching a whole new
floor-show ...
If Danny wasn't careful, he would become
hopelessly enthralled, all over again and then he would be late in
reporting to the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk, for his assigned
placement as an Air Purification Technician.
With a wistful sigh, Danny was just about
to turn away, when his eye noticed something that snagged his attention.
Something, that jolted him. Something, that he would have noticed
before, had he not been so totally engrossed with staring at Marie and
Lisa's feet.
On the wall, above the baggage check-in
desk at which Marie and Lisa and their mum and dad were queuing, there
was a large sign, depicting the well-known logo of a bright and
uplifting, happy-faced shining sun.
The large and colourful sign proclaimed:
Sunshine Holidays.
And, just below the Sunshine Holidays
sign, there was just one Sunshine Holidays flight departure announcement
on their destination board.
The destination board read: Flight SH
123 to Corfu.