Female feet don't smell... Part 1

I was at an after party with only a few other people. My company for the evening had left while we were still at the bar, but I had fallen into conversation with some other people. When someone invited everybody to an after party I just joined up. The main reason for joining them was, of course, a very hot girl who was part of the group. I had not yet been able to speak to her, but I thought it might be easier in a less crowded place. The party was held in a big flat. The girl and another girl, both long haired blondes, soon went into a TV room while the others stayed in the kitchen. I followed the girls. The only furniture was a two seated couch and a foot stool. The girls were seated in the couch, which left me with the stool. They were discussing hair products. I was looking for an opening in the conversation, but they didn?t give me one. They were quite ignoring, and I felt I had to say something or leave the room. "So are you girls hairdressers or something?" I blurted out. Not a good opening line. Girls generally like to talk about hair, no matter what kumköy escort bayan their line of work is. The pretty girl looked at me briefly, then rolled her eyes and said, "No." She turned back to her friend and kept talking. I was about to leave when she interrupted herself and said that her feet hurt. She pulled off her stilettos and put her feet up on the low coffee table, stretching her legs out. She was wearing dark, shiny stockings or pantyhose. "Mmm, that?s better," she said, wiggling her toes. "I hope my feet don?t smell?" she asked her friend. "It?s funny how they tend to smell more when I?m wearing nylons. Is it the same with you?" "Oh, yes," the other girl answered. "It?s definitely worse. I wouldn?t dare to take my shoes off now. But your feet are smaller than mine, so they probably smell less."* "Don?t worry!" I said, grabbing the opportunity to both have an opinion on the topic and to say something flattering. "Women in general sweat a lot less than men do, especially through their feet," which I knew kumköy escort was true because I had overheard it in a shoe store once. "Men?s feet stink like rats, but women?s feet have almost no odour whatsoever."* "Is that so?" the pretty girl said indifferently. The other girl tried to explain, "But you see, there is something about the nylon fabric. Maybe it?s the plastic quality, that it doesn?t breathe like cotton or wool does." "Yeah, well. That doesn?t make much difference," I said. "If there isn?t much sweat there in the first place, then what harm can the nylon do." The pretty girl looked slightly annoyed, "You?re pretty sure about this, aren?t you?" she said. "Well, yes," I said, trying to look cool while feeling a bit nervous about her. "Well, we do have an available sample right here, so maybe we should find out?" she said, looking first at me, then at her friend. She lifted her foot and held it in the air. "What do you think," she asked me, "Can you smell it?" "No," I lied, feeling a hint of the vinegar-like Escort kumköy odour. She moved the slender and beautifully curved foot closer to my face. I could see a spot of sweat on the ball just below the reinforced toe part. "Still nothing?" she asked. "No," I insisted. "Gee, I think he is right," she said, turning to her friend. "Because I?m a woman, my feet actually have no odour!" Her friend laughed. "And now?" she said mock seriously as she placed her sole flat on my face. I wasn?t able to say much. The smell was intense, almost making me dizzy. "Look at him!" her friend laughed, "That frown says it all. Stinky!" "I believe so," the pretty girl agreed. "Quite an expression you have there." She removed her foot. ?What do you say?? she asked me, ?Do female feet smell after all?? I tried to maintain my dignity. "Well, up close like that of course it is noticeable, but?" "Oh, you?re such a dork," the pretty girl said. ?Excuse me?? I replied. She ignored me and went back to discussing the hair products with her friend. I wasn?t going to give in. "So if you?re not hairdressers, then what do you do?" I asked. "Look, can you leave us alone?" the pretty girl said. "Why?" I said. "Because we are trying to have a fucking conversation here!" she almost shouted. "Is it that hard to notice?" "No, but I thought I might join in," I replied.