Posted by by Michelle ( posted by Herbie upon request ) on May 05, 1999 at 17:36:10:

Gail's new experience

This experienced occured when I was about 17 years old and involved a good
friend of my mother.

It was a Saturday afternoon as I remembered and I was to do some shopping
with a good friend of my moms. Her name was Gail and we were going to go
shopping for a gift for my parents 25th wedding anniversary. I drove my old
yellow VW bug to her house. It was a cold day and we were going to take her
car as the old bug had poor heating. I was wearing a blue denim skirt, tan
pantyhose, red blouse and some black mules with a 1” wide heel.

I arrived at her house and honked the horn on my car then got out. Gail was
out of the house in a minute or so and headed towards her car. Her car was
a 1989 Lincoln Continental. Gail had on some black slacks, white top, gray
stockings and some black pumps with a 3” or so heel. Gail got in the car
then let me in. It was a real nice car. Comfy seats and the all important
“no center console”. The interior was black leather and had some real nice
plush black carpet in the car. I noticed the seat to be a little far back
put seemed okay for Gail as she made no attempt to move it up. What caught
my eye was this red open toed bedroom slipper that was beneath Gails feet.
I wondered what it was doing there. Gail placed her high heeled right foot
over the gas pedal then started the car. A few light pumps of the pedal
insued then she stopped. I got excited by what was happening next.

Gail reached down with her right hand and slipped off her right shoe. It
exposed a soft, slender foot (size 6 approx.) encased in gray stockings.
Pink nail polish could be seen through the stockings. Gail then moved her
foot towards the slipper then slid her foot into it. She kept her left shoe
on. Once the slipper was on, she stepped on the brake and put the car in
reverse to back up out of the driveway. It was quite exciting to watch
Gails foot switch between the gas and brake pedals, the slipper fitting
loose on her foot. Her stocking toes peeping through the slippers added to
the thrill. It was not long before Gail saw me staring at her foot. She
then struck up a conversation. “You are probably wondering why I am driving
with a slipper.” Gail said. “Well, no. Not really. It looks comfortable” I
replied. “Oh it is!” she said. “I also have a problem with the backs of my
heels getting scuffed as well.” Gail added. “Hmmm, I see what you mean. I
have noticed that problem as well.” I commented. Gail also said that
driving in heels was kind of a pain. It was another excuse to wear the
slipper. “I have been driving like this for a few years now. I like it as I
get in traffic alot in the afternoons on the way home from work.” she
continued. I then decided to add to the conversation. “I find driving in
heels to be a pain also. I usually just kick them off and drive barefoot.”
“You drive barefoot?” she asked in some amazement. “I have never done that.
Is it hard? I have not felt comfortable enough to do it myself.” I then
added, “It does feel a little different but you get use to it.” “Maybe I
will try it sometime!” she laughed. I kind of wished she did but I was
enjoying the show myself. In fact, I kind of liked the slipper idea. It
looked so soft and comfy. We arrived at the mall, Gail put her pump back
on, and we went in.

Several hours passed and we seemed to have walked miles. Gail seemed to be
getting tired so I suggested we head back home. We walked out to the lot
and managed to find the Lincoln in the packed lot. She then handed her car
keys to me. “Do you mind driving Michelle? My feet are killing me.” she
begged. “Sure Gail. I don’t mind” I said eagerly. I hopped in the car and
then let Gail in. Gail immediately slipped her shoes off and worked her
aching toes through the plush floormats. I then slipped my shoes off as
well. “Do you mind if I give the slipper a go Gail? I asked. “Sure
Michelle. Go ahead.” I slipped my stocking foot into the slipper. It felt
so good. “Uh, Gail? You don’t happen to have the left one do you?” I asked.
She said it might be behind the seat. I looked for a few seconds but could
not find it. I then turned the ignition key and the car fired up. I placed
my left stocking foot on the brake, shifted in reverse, then backed out. I
proceeded to the exit. Gail watched my feet as I worked the pedals with
both my feet. “I see why you asked about the other shoe.” she noted. “Yeah,
I am so used to driving with both feet since my car is a stick, I tend to
drive an automatic with both feet as well.” I enjoyed the feel of driving
with one shoe and one without one. I was also enjoying the powerful
acceleration of the big Lincoln. The freeway on ramp approached and I then
buried my right slippered foot into the Lincolns accelerator pedal. The
speedometer increased in speed quickly. Gail seemed to get a little
nervous. “Sorry Gail. I am not used to a car with this kind of power” I
mused. “I bury my foot in my old bugs gas pedal and it struggles to get
going” I laughed. “You are right Michelle. This thing does have some power.
It took some time for me to get used to it as well”. I noticed our exit
coming up in about 2 miles but the traffic in the right lane was going
slow. I decided to see what this thing could do. I let up on the gas,
shaked my foot out of the slipper, then slammed my now shoeles stockinged
foot on the big gas pedal. Gail watched as my toes sueezed the pedal to the
floor. I veered to the left and passed about 6 cars before getting back to
the right. I then exited and was a few miles from her house. Gail then
asked me to pull into a gas station so we could get gas. I pulled into the
station and shut off the engine. Gail slipped on her shoes and got out. She
filled the tank, payed and opened the drivers side door. Slide over
Michelle. I will drive the rest of the way. I grabbed my shoes and slid
over to the passenger side. Gail got in sat down and started the car up.
She then slipped off her right pump. I figured the slipper would go on but
she left it off! She gave the ga pedal a few pumps with her stockinged toes
then put the car in gear. Her braking was a bit jerky as she seemed to hit
the pedals a little harder than normal. “Gee Michelle. This feels good. I
get a real feel of the pedals now” she said excitingly. “Glad you like it
Gail. I drive barefoot most of the time” I replied. “I see why you do now”
she replied back with a smile on her face. It was intoxicating to watch
Gails foot pivot between the gas and brake pedals. We arrived at Gail house
about 10 minutes latter. Gail then slipped her shoes back on and got out. I
got out, grabbed my shoes and shopping bag and walked to my car. I threw my
stuff and got in the little bug and started it up in my stocking feet. Gail
walked over to the car and we chatted for a moment, still having the car
door opened. “Michelle. Frank (Gails husband) is wanting to by this Jeep
soon but it has a stick. Would you teach me sometime?” Gail asked. What
could I say? “Sure Gail. How about next weekend?” “Sounds wonderfull
Michelle. Thanks!” She said happily. I then closed the door, said goodbye
and drove off. It was a fun day. I converted yet another one to the
pleasures of driving barefoot!