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MidReal Story
Barefoot Dreaming
Scenario:Johanna ist 29, eine sehr hübsche, sehr große (1,82 m, Schuhgröße 43) Frau, die halbtags in einer Bibliothek und halbtags in einer kleinen Buchhandlung arbeitet. Sie kleidet sich eher locker, mit Jeans, manchmal langen bunten Röcken und ab und zu langen Kleidern. Im Frühjahr und Sommer läuft sie oft barfuß. Sie liebt das Gefühl, den Boden mit ihren nackten Sohlen zu spüren. Seit Zeit in der Oberstufe trägt sie einen silbernen Ring am zweiten Zeh von innen (dem neben dem großen Zeh) des rechten Fußes.
Marcel ist ebenfalls 29 und kommt als Kunde in das Buchgeschäft, in dem Johanna arbeitet. Auch Marcel ist Barfußläufer, er trägt anders als Johnna allerdings nie Schuhe.
Johanna arbeitet nachmittags in der Buchhandlung. Marcel kommt als Kunde, sieht sie und ist auf der Stelle unsterblich in Johanna verliebt. Er ist etwas schüchtern, versucht aber ein Gespräch anzuknüpfen und spricht sie auf ihre nackten Füße an, weil beide da etwas gemeinsam haben. Marcel findet Johannas vom Barfußlaufen staubigen und schwarzen Fußsohlen super und total sexy. Auch die unlackierten Zehennägel gefallen ihm sehr gut.
Marcel fragt Johanna nach einem Date, sie sagt zu.
Marcel denkt, wie schön Johanna ist, allerdings findet er ihren Zehenring fürchterlich und deplatziert und würde sich wünschen, sie würde ihn abnehmen, damit sie komplett nackte, natürliche Füße hat.
Er fragt sich, in welchem Outfit Johanna wohl zu dem Date kommt, als er auf sie wartet. Vor allem fragt er sich, ob sie wohl Schuhe tragen wird.
Johanna kommt zu dem Treffen.
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Marcel
He is a barefoot runner with a penchant for literature. He is charming, shy, and romantic. Marcel is immediately smitten by Johanna's appearance when he meets her at a bookstore where she works parttime. He is captivated by her long hair, beautiful face, and unconventional beauty marked by a silver ring on her toe. Despite his usual preference for women who share similar tastes, Marcel finds himself drawn to Johanna's unique allure.
Johanna
She is a parttime library worker and bookstore employee. She is quiet, modest, and unconventional. Johanna prefers going barefoot, especially in warm weather, and has a distinctive silver ring on her toe since high school. A shy and introspective woman with striking features, she is unexpectedly swept off into a romantic whirlwind when Marcel, a fellow barefoot enthusiast, becomes infatuated with her. Her unusual charm leaves an indelible mark on Marcel's heart.
I am 29 years old.
When I was a little boy, I had already decided what my future wife would look like.
She would be a tall, slim, very pretty woman with long hair, a beautiful face, nice breasts, a round bottom, and long legs.
She would have a quiet and modest nature and she would share my interests: literature and running.
She would be a fellow barefoot runner.
I imagined all this when I was 12 years old.
Now, at the age of 29, I had still not found my dream woman.
Until that afternoon in the small bookstore where Johanna worked part-time.
It was the first time I saw her.
I immediately knew that this woman was meant for me.
Johanna is 29 years old and 1.82 m tall.
Her shoe size is 43.
She has a quiet and modest nature.
She is very pretty with a beautiful face, nice breasts, a round bottom, and long legs.
She has long hair down to her back and she loves literature and running.
She is always barefoot when the weather is warm.
I approach the counter where Johanna is busy arranging books.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
Under the hem of her long, flowing skirt, I see her bare feet.
They are dusty and the soles are darkened from walking on the streets all day.
I pretend to look at the books on a shelf next to the counter while I gather my courage.
Every now and then I steal a glance at her feet.
Her toes are long and thin, her second toes are a bit longer than her big toes, just like mine.
Her toenails are short and unpainted.
Her soles are quite dark, but I can still see the lines that run across them.
I notice a silver toe ring around her second toe on her left foot.
I find it rather ugly, but I try to ignore it because everything else about Johanna is perfect.
Finally, I clear my throat to get her attention.
Johanna looks up from behind the counter and smiles at me. "Can I help you with anything?" she asks me.
I point at our bare feet and say: "I just wanted to say that it's not often that I meet another person who also goes barefoot."
Johanna looks down at my bare feet and blushes slightly.
"I'm sorry," she says, "I didn't even notice."
I lean against the bookshelf and watch her delicate fingers as they trace the spines of the books she is arranging.
I try to think of a way to ask her what I want to ask her.
My heart is pounding in my chest.
The afternoon sun shines through the window, and I see dust particles dancing around Johanna's feet as she moves.
She stops her work and looks up at me again.
Her eyes are curious.
I clear my throat again and shift my weight from one foot to the other.
I point at our bare feet again and say: "Since we both enjoy going without shoes, I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me sometime."
Johanna tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and looks at me for a long time before answering.
I can see that she is considering my words carefully.
"Actually," Johanna says softly, "I was hoping you'd ask because I've noticed you here before, always barefoot like me."
I blink in surprise, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
"Really?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, "I thought I was the only one who noticed."
My pulse quickens as Johanna steps out from behind the counter.
Her long skirt swishes around her ankles.
"Elise," she calls to her coworker, "I'm taking my break now."
I watch as Johanna walks towards me, her feet leaving slight dusty prints on the wooden floor.
The silver toe ring catches the sunlight, making me wince inwardly.
Outside the bookstore's entrance, Johanna stops and looks down at our feet standing side by side on the warm concrete.
Her toes wiggle slightly, and I can't help but smile at this shared moment.
"There's something liberating about it, isn't there?" Johanna says, glancing up at me with a playful smile.
I nod, feeling a sense of connection I've never felt before.
"Yes," I reply, "it's like we're grounded in a world that's always rushing."
I gesture toward the park across the street, and Johanna nods in agreement.
We begin to walk side by side, our bare feet making soft padding sounds on the warm concrete.
Despite her height, Johanna moves with a grace that surprises me.
The conversation flows easily as we stroll along the winding path.
We talk about everything from books to our childhood memories.
Johanna's eyes light up when she talks about her favorite fantasy novels, and I find myself captivated by her passion.
As we walk, I notice how her feet leave faint dusty prints beside mine on the path.
I steal glances at them between words, admiring the way her toes curl slightly with each step.
At one point, Johanna stops under a maple tree and looks up at its leaves rustling in the breeze.
"I've always dreamed of opening my own bookshop one day," she says wistfully.
I slow my pace, intrigued by her words.
"What kind of bookshop?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Johanna turns to face me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A place where people can come not only to read but also to connect with nature," she explains, gesturing towards the surrounding foliage.
"I'd have a garden inside where readers could sit among plants and trees while they read."
She pauses, studying my reaction.
"And it would be a place where people could come barefoot if they wanted to."
I smile at her idea, imagining a tranquil haven amidst the bustling city.
"That sounds incredible," I say genuinely.
Johanna's face lights up with joy.
"Thank you," she says softly, "I've always wanted to create something special."
As we continue walking, Johanna points out different plants and flowers along the path, sharing stories about their meanings and symbolism in literature.
I listen intently, fascinated by her knowledge and enthusiasm.
Eventually, we come to a clearing surrounded by tall trees and a babbling brook.