Visual Innuendo

Cruising in a Jeep, heading north on PCH. Beside me sits a lovely woman wearing a spaghetti-strapped flowery sundress. She's reading a book and her shoes are off and her feet are placed neatly atop the dashboard.
As we drive I sneak peeks at her lovely manicured feet and red nail polish. I admit it. I do have a foot fetish, but it's not some obscene thing. I simply find well-cared-for, well-manicured feet truly attractive. And the absence of "hammer time" on these feet is an absolute must.
Anyway, the fantasy is the same. I sneak peeks at this lovely brown-haired beauty using my peripheral vision, cutting my eyes through the sides of my sunglasses. I see her wonderfully toned legs. I see the suppleness of her thighs as her sundress rides ever-so-slightly up. She is reading but she feels my eyes upon her. She reaches out and touches my hand to let me know that although she is engaged in her book, she is also thinking about me, too.
I shift into another gear and take a curve at a dangerously high speed and she doesn't flinch. She just rubs my hand. She takes her hand away to turn the page of her book. I can't see her eyes through her sunglasses but I can tell that her eyes are sparkling.
So I smile. And with one last glance at those beautiful toes, I turn my attention back to the road and drive on.