Real Bare Soles - Ravishing Russian

So then this happened.
I always thought that "Ice Cream Bar" would be the ultimate candid sole tease. That girl, kind of intrigued by my peculiar interest in the soles of her bare feet, held them up and wriggled them all around as she gazed with curiosity into the camera. The whole time you could see she was thinking, what is that stranger going to do as he sits in his home and watches this video?" She seems to feel the sensitivity of her own naked soles as the camera takes them in. Remember her?
Well, this Russian girl, who is STUNNING, is not so innocent! Does anyone understand human nature better than a Russian girl? And they're beyond being angry or offended by it -- they have this kind is wry amusement about the foibles of humanity.
So I'm on the lawn and it's close to the end of the season and I'm feeling sort of depressed that the lawn's been closed so much, and girls have been keeping their shoes on so much, that the number of clips I've shot is lower than in many years, and I look over and see a SHIMMERING mane of blonde hair, a pair of large, gorgeous feet up, each delightful toe bearing a splendid pearl polish, and my brain starts spouting all these OMG OMG alerts. Stop what you are doing and get in front of her. And I could do that because there was a space, although at the beginning there were a pair of cubicle drones whose feet I basically had to sit on in order to get this angle. After a few moments though they must have got up and left although I didn't notice, so intent was I on looking into the viewfinder. As I was walking by the girl (I'd seen her from behind at first) she was talking into her phone, then disconnected, so I think she was leaving someone a voicemail. She was speaking Russian. Based on where I was sitting and then of course the camera, it seemed clear she knew what I was up to, and she gave the slyest looks into the camera! When I saw her face I almost had a heart attack because she is FUCKING GORGEOUS. And her feet are across-the-board amazing as well, about size 9.5 or so, incredibly curvy, with some nice wrinkling when she flexes them, which she did at lot! As I passed her I noticed that her legs went on for ever and ever.
At first when I pointed the camera at her soles, holding my breath and hoping to GOD that she would keep her feet down, she just sort of had her ankles crossed in a kind of passive, generic way, and would just peek at the camera with a little smile on her face. Then after a few minutes, I guess when she realized I wasn't going to do anything crazy and was just going to sit there recording this amazing sight, she relaxed and had some fun with me. She is so beautiful that she must get TONS of attention from men, and I think a man just sitting there and very, very nonchalantly filming the bottoms of her bare feet might have been a first for her and probably very funny -- and then there's that Russian amusement at the silliness of human nature as well. She began wriggling her big gorgeous feet around in the camera, often looking down with a laugh on her perfect lips! And this went on and on, although sometimes when she was texting she would momentarily forget to tease me with her sultry tootsies. I sat there transfixed and as excited as it's physically possible to be! It seemed to go on and on but then the teasing reached a real fever pitch -- it really seemed to her to become even funnier, and with a smile on her angelically beautiful face those bare soles wriggled and flexed all around like she was trying to fly! At one point when she was texting she slipped her sunnies back on, I assume because she couldn't read her phone screen because of sun glare. Once those sunnies came down, her flirtatious sole wriggling really began ... I can't even describe it, you just have to experience it.
But all good things, and even all AMAZING things, come to an end. Finally she laughed -- almost audibly -- and bent her legs, pressing her soles against the chair (lucky chair). She sat there looking at me across those endless legs of hers, a wry smile on her face. I stopped shooting and then just sat there to see if she would put her feet back down, but her time in the park was over -- she put her avocado colored socks, then her big pink chucks back on, and off she went, straight past me, walking so close in fact that she almost brushed my shoulder and I got to experience her expensive, amazing perfume, which was completely intoxicating. I'll call her at LEAST five foot ten. This playful, wry Russian superbeauty will be etched in my mind ... forever.