Posted by Michelle on January 22, 1998 at 17:21:20:

Gina Franco was a gorgeous young lady of an almost adult age of 17. She was an American although her parents were from Italy. She was fairly short, 5'5" with a perfect set of size 5 feet. Her legs were her most outstanding feature. Shapely legs with beautifully sculptured calves. Her legs were so soft and smooth you might think she was wearing stockings when she actually was not. A wonderfully shaped rear and bulging 36c breasts completed completed the look that so many men craved. Gina was a shy person but often had a wild streak in her. This would be one of those days.
Gina's older brother Tony was into custom cars. He did the engine work while another friend was an expert at bodywork. Tony's car was a Black 1968 Chevy Chevelle with a V8 engine from hell. Gina had drove with him in it many times. He loved to race it. Gina loved this so much that she longed to do it herself. Her little Nissan Sentra was not what you would call a scream demon. It was a Friday evening and Tony was just about to leave for a trip down to Mexico with some friends. He was in a really good mood. Gina thought this to be the perfect opportunity to ask him if she could use his car. To her delight, he said okay. He certainly must have been in a good mood. Tony left with his friend. Gina was so excited she was running around the house like crazy. She called a friend to see if she would like to meet her in town. Her friend Nicole was using her boyfriends 1970 Camaro while he was with the guy's on their weekend out. Gina felt like this was going to be a fun night out. There was a street at the end of town where everyone drag raced their cars. Gina got changed. A dark red mini-skirt with a black low cut top. On her feet: a pair of red sling-back sandals with a 5" heel(no stockings.) She found the keys then raced outside to the waiting Chevelle. She opened the door and slid behind the wheel. Gina moved the red colored bench seat up a couple of notches to give herself a better reach to the pedals. She was not sure if the seat clicked into place as it was very difficult to slide forward. Gina was fairly new to driving a car with a clutch, let alone one with this much power. She had only drove one several times with a friend. Gina eased her left foot into the clutch pedal then turned the key. The engine started to turn over. She then placed her right foot on the long custom silver gas pedal and pushed it in. The big V8 came to life. The vibrations caused Gina to grip the steering wheel very tight. Never had she driven a car with so much power. She shifted into reverse and slowly eased the clutch out to back out of the drive way. Once out in the street, Gina shifted into first then let the clutch out very quickly without giving it any gas. The car leaped forward and then stalled. "Dammit Gina, get yourself together" she was telling herself. Again, Gina started the car. She gave the gas pedal some slow pumps after it started, loving the sound it made. Gina let the clutch out quickly again except giving it plenty of gas this time. The car took off like a rocket, leaving about 20 feet of rubber behind her. Gina then slammed her feet on the clutch and brake pedals. She could not believe what she had just done. With her Sentra, mashing the gas did almost nothing. With this beast, just a touch of her foot weilded much power. A new feeling of power just overcame Gina. She realized the power she had with her right foot. Again, she shifted into first then gunned the gas pedal with her high-heeled foot. The engine made a loud thunderous noise while the rear wheels were spinning almost uncontrollably. The car then headed down the street. She shifted quickly into second, rear wheels spinning again as she floored the gas. Gina was in absolute ecstasy! Everytime she stopped, She practiced her drag racing starts. She then got onto a long stretch of road which was about 5 miles with no need to stop. She tested how fast it could go. Gina ground her sandalled foot into the gas pedal, 70, 80, 90, 100, 110mph. Gina looked at her foot flooring the pedal. She slid it up the pedal slightly to get more grip. She had it up to 120mph before slowing down to make the right turn onto the "drag strip". Her friend Nicole was already there. Gina pulled up beside Gina and asked her if she wanted to race. A simple nod of the head was all she needed for confirmation. Two cars were ahead just getting ready to race. Gina looked at Nicole, gunning her large V8. Nicole did the same in an almost equally vicious way. Gina knew this car was powerful. It had beaten Tony's car several times. She also knew that she would have to get off to a very fast start. Figuring this, Gina reached down and slipped off her sandals, exposing her flawless barefeet with dark red painted toes. She then gave the gas pedal some practice pumps. She liked the feel. It seemed to give her an extra bit of power. Being barefoot, she could grip the pedal better and floor it further than she could with her heels. The cars up ahead took off allowing Gina and Nicole to move up to the start line. Again, Gina pumped the gas pedal in long slow pumps, trying to psyche out her opponent. The flagman then raised the flag over his head. Gina slammed the clutch in with her left barefoot and shifted into first gear. She placed her right shoeless foot over the long gas pedal, spreading her cute pudgy toes towards the bottom of the pedal. The flagman then dropped the flag. Gina popped the clutch and slammed her toes on the gas pedal. Tire smoke belched from the back of her car. Gina was slightly ahead when she shifted into second. She slammed hard back into the seat after she shifted, causing the seat to slip back a notch. Apparently, the seat never did lock in place when she adjusted it. Quickly, Gina stretched her shapely leg out further. She also eased her foot further up the pedal. This allowed her to reach it easier. She was now behind as she shifted into third. Determined, Gina brutally trounced her toes on the Chevelle's gas pedal, squeezing every bit of life out of it. Gina was now even with Nicole. A quick shift into fourth was all she needed. Gina speed shifted, slamming her barefoot into the gas pedal again. Gina pulled ahead and won the race. Gina was so happy. She had finally done what she had so long wanted to do. The end of the road was comming up quickly. Gina slammed her sexy barefeet on the clutch and brake pedals. The car skidded to a stop, causing the car to do a 180 in the process. Gina sat in her car, feet resting on the pedals. She then placed her barefoot back over the gas pedal, gently pumping it. She now knew the power she had. While she would drive in shoes many times hereafter, she would always race barefooted. This was what she would call her secret advantage and no one ever figured it out.