I have been in college for 3 years now and have loved all the chances to sit behind fine young women that have the urge to cross their legs at the ankles and play with their heels. This story took place about 2 weeks ago when "Mary" a faculty member stopped by to say hi to her friend the receptionist. Mary sat behind the desk and almost immediately I could hear the swooshing sound of Mary's 3 inch pumps popping on and off her heel. I loved the sound but hated that I couldn't see any of it. My imagination started running wild but just then it was my turn for a meeting. Later, I went out for a smoke and saw Mary through the glass door leaning on a coworker's cubicle. Looking around to make sure no one saw me I stood by a tree and fortunately was looking at Mary's back. This gave a better view but also lowered the chances of her turning around to see me. First she leaned on her right leg and slid her left foot backward just a touch. Then she started rocking her heel forward and back and then pivoting left to right. After about 3 minutes of this she finally couldn't resist and shifted her weight to the left leg and popped off the heel of her right shoe quite violently. Then she slowly rubbed her left leg with her right leg. She didn't leave the right right pump on the floor though and it slowly slipped off as her right leg moved upwards exposing her nylon clad heel as well as most of the soul. Realizing her pump was about to fall she slid her right leg back down and fumbled a bit to slip her foot back in. This time she extended her right foot forward and after 30 seconds pointed her ankle upwards laying the heel flat on the floor. She started to slowly slip her heel out of the pump until the ball of her foot was in the heel cup. Mary rested her foot like that for nearly two minutes and must been enjoying the conversation. Suddenly she spun her head around as if someone had called her and tried to turn around and slip her foot back in the pump at the same time. Things didn't go as planned. As she spun around her pump tilted to the left and moving her foor directly forward her nylon clad toes caught only the edge of the pump. The upward motion sent the pump about 1 foot up and forward leaving Mary with her bare foot exposed with her toes flexed. Having turned now, She quickly looked back and extended her right leg to collect her pump. The heel was caught in the chair leg and Mary provided me and all around with about 10 wonderful seconds of furious fumbling while trying to collect her heel.