I met Gina in Italy in the summer of 96. It was more of a coincidence really but I was on vacation and ready for anything. After talking for a while, I realized we not only had many things in common but that she was from Atlanta too. This was amazing! She was about 5'10' with long legs, a tight waist, breasts to die for and a gorgeous face. She was HOT! So not only was she hot but as time passed I started appreciating many more of her qualities. She was soft-spoken, polite, considerate, always on time and her friends had only the best things to say about her. Upon realizing I could see her once we returned to America, I immediately started looking at her in a different light. Usually, I start out with the feet and then move on to appreciate the other qualities of a woman. In Gina's case, I found myself working in reverse which puzzled me a bit but I figured it may have something to do with the circumstances under which we met. It wasn't her feet or shoes that made me talk to her. I just wanted to meet a chick and maybe get lucky while on vacation. How was I to know I would stumble upon someone like Gina? We would each go our separate ways during the day and meet in the early ecvening for an hour or two. On the third day, we met for coffee and she showed up wearing some very well-cared for but old clogs. They were black and you could tell she had just polished them because of the way they shined but the rubber sole was in pretty bad shape. The heels of the clogs were worn unevenly with the left more so than the right. Some people believe this reveals that she is a lefty but I still had no clue. She immediately crossed her right leg over the left and then nothing. Not a twicth, no ankle rotation. nothing. When it came time for her to change legs she even went so far as to touch the clog on the ground to make sure her foot was in as snugly as possible. And again nothing. My heart sank as I looked at Gina. So many things in common, so beautiful, why couldn't she just dangle the damn clog? As time passed, we laughed and shared experiences about Atlanta as well as our reasons for coming to Italy. As it turns out, she was of Italian decent and had come to meet the rest of her family. One coffee turned into two and coffee turned into wine as the sun started to set. She gave me a small lesson in Italian, described her family and even invited me to a night club later on. Still, I really needed some foot action to finish it all off. It would be like the icing on the cake if that happened. A stroke of genius! I figured the alcohol combined with her tired feet from all the sightseeing over the past few days would cause her to want to dip her feet into a water fountain. So I paid and we walked to the nearest one where I opened as many subtle conversations about tired feet as I could. I even sat sideways and dipped my hands into the water to tell her how cool and relaxing it felt. I was a little suspicious of her not wanting to wet her black jeans but continued with the hints anyway. Instead of shoeplay, I wound up with a sudden kiss from Gina. Her lips were soft and warm and she had no intentions of making it short either. So as we kissed I gently lifted her left leg and turned her so that one leg was now dangling over the water. I had made sure to be as gentle as possible except for the last few inches as I placed her leg on the ledge. I purposely let her leg drop hoping the jolt cause her clog to dangle. As I discovered after the kiss, I was right! Her beautiful arch was half exposed and the heel of the clog was no more than half an inch above the water. She obviously had not tried to wiggle it back on as we kissed. When it came time to get ready for the night on the town, she never bothered to put the clog back on properly before lifting her leg over the ledge. I was treated to Gina's lovely foot and dangling clog only about 3 ft away from me as she placed it firmly on the ground and slipped her foot back in. Later that night, George and I met up with Gina, her two friends and Italian cousin to dance the night away. Not being too much of a dancer, I sat by the bar. That may sound a little boring but I was also guarding the purses and 3 pairs of lovely strappy sandals. Gina and I are still together and we may even get married some day. Her shoeplay has increased and while I would love to see more, I have never said a word to her about it. A few hints here and a few there have done the trick quite well. .