When I first began babysitting my grandson on Mondays, I tried every trick I could manage to make the long drive less boring. One unexpected treat presented itself in the least likely form: a model on a billboard for a local appliance store. I can't say that this was anything I experienced before, but I began to look forward to that billboard each trip, sometimes straining to catch a glimpse or cursing some truck that obscured it from view.
The name of the store is "Kieffer's" and so, not knowing much else, I began to refer to the young lady pictured as "Kieffer". As I got to the stretch of highway adorned with her image, I'd think, "where's my Kieffer?" or "oh goody! I'll be seeing Kieffer soon." My mind conjured her back story and I wondered if I searched somehow, if I'd be able to find out who she was in reality. Since she wasn't glamorous, but just perky-cute and very 'girl-next-door', I wondered if given the limited resources of a mom&pop appliance store, whether she might be their daughter or some member of the team or family. She became something of an obsession......albeit a limited one, confined just to that weekly drive. But ON that drive, she was my special treat.
Being kinky, I don't fantasize about sex. Imagining some frolic in tangled sheets with genitals doing what everyone knows they were designed for, doesn't even enter my mind. Instead I think about the person in detached terms and conjure up scenarios for roles to play out. So too with Kieffer. Under what strange circumstances would she become another authoritarian in my life? What possible rationale would place me across her lean lap for a spanking that triggered that wide, toothy, open smile of hers? What situation would see her inserting her toes into my mouth? I had no desire to fuck her. Hell, I wasn't even interested in seeing her naked..............although a few devotional butt-smooches would certainly have an appeal. No, Kieffer was just my special fantasy-fodder for a long drive.
When the billboard changed, I frowned at my loss, and then cheered as I passed her reappearance in a different location. Realizing with this change that my days with Kieffer could well be numbered, for the first time I took my obsession home with me and began to search the store's website to see if my "family member theory" might be true. It wasn't. Then, several weeks later, while cruising images for a post I still have not completed, I stumbled across this entirely by accident:
While this may sound a little creepy, it should come as no great surprise to any regular here that when I see a woman, I automatically find myself picturing what her feet look like based solely on her face, and sometimes hands.* (I know a lot of guys see a female and picture them naked, and I'm not immune to that either, but as someone who took a LOT of figure drawing, it's actually too easy for me to do that and therefore less appealing than guessing what kind of toes they are hiding.) And the weird thing is, that for whatever reason, I'm actually pretty good at it. Often, it isn't difficult to see someone, either in photos or in real life with enough foot showing to tell me whether my speculations were on target, close, or way off. Unfortunately, while I have my theories on Rebecca's wiggly piggies, the only shot I could find of her barefoot was this one:
* One day I may do a post on this.....but probably not. Foot stuff tends to be of limited appeal. But while my theory sounds strange, I think it's more like seeing physical traits as somehow genetically linked. For example, if a person has longish facial features and that is also seen in their fingers, it's not a stretch to assume that once their tootsies are on display, that they too will share those tendencies. The opposite is also true. Ladies with short plump fingers and rounded facial features often have toes that match.