by Alex
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I live in Southern California and the weather reached an unusual high of 80 degrees this past weekend. Well I went to a barbecue that a female friend of mine was hosting and for whatever reason decided to park my 2000 Camaro in the driveway. As I entered the house I noticed my friend's hunky, shave-headed, goateed, size 14 1/2 shoe-wearing husband was barefoot(the first thing I noticed) and seemed to be looking for something. So I asked him what he was looking for, and Brandon said he was looking for the keys to his truck so that he could run down to the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes.
It was at that point that my heart began beating fast as I quickly said "Why don't you take my car, since its blocking the driveway?
Brandon replied "Cool" as he extended his hand out for the keys.
Immediately all I could think of was how much I hoped he would not find a pair of shoes to put on before he left. Well to my "joy" Brandon proceeded to walk out the front door wearing only a tank, loose shorts, and those big size 14 1/2 barefeet of his! I was in Heaven! As the door closed behind him all I could think of was how badly I wanted to see those big, white, well taken care of barefeet on the pedals of my car . . . so I decided that I would pretend to need something out of the back of my trunk.
I quickly walked outside where Brandon was just barely seating himself in the car. He noticed I was walking toward him and lowered his head as to have eye contact with me. Boy he looked sexy sitting in the drivers seat of my car as he asked what was wrong. I simply told him I wanted to see if my camera was in the back, so he popped the hatch.
Just as I began to lift the hatch, I could hear those ding-dong sounds the car makes just before it is started, well I lifted the hatch and could hear that the engine had not started (I think because he had let the key go too quickly). The sun had shined in as I lifted the hatch and I noticed Brandon was quickly moving his foot to the accelerator. He was used to driving older bigger trucks and I think he thought the reason the car didn't start was because he didn't press the gas pedal as he turned the key. Anyway, so there I was with my heart pounding, getting a boner and wet watching this massive size 14 1/2 pale foot making its way to my accelerator, all the time pretending to look for a camera my eyes were focused on his feet.
So Brandon proceeds to put his foot on the accelerator depressing it slightly and turns the key. Of course the engine starts and quickly Brandon guns the engine a couple of times. At this point I am fiddling with the camera checking to see if there was any film in it. Brandon really wasn't paying any attention to me back there and was searching the radio for a station he wanted to hear, all the while gunning the engine slightly and even holding the pedal down to about 2000rpms. The sound wasn't very loud, and I don't even think he realized he was doing it.
Well I just kept staring at his foot, which completely covered the gas pedal because the pedals in newer Camaros are small and are positioned so that the foot is positioned almost vertical, Sometimes after he gunned the engine his toes would curl in and once he even seemed to scratch his foot with the pedal causing the rpms to climb briefly. Although it seems that a lot of time had passed since I handed Brandon the keys, it had only been about five minutes or so. So I took one last glimpse of his foot and closed the hatch. I told Brandon thanks for waiting, his eyes were still focused on the radio as he looked up at me and said that with a car like this he might not ever come back.
He smiled and gunned the engine hard one last time, put it into reverse and backed out of the driveway slowly. He drove off smoothly and like a stud with one hand over the steering wheel, slouched back and leaning to the right like some cocky studly drivers do. I actually thought he'd peel out with all the engine gunning he did, but what turned me on most was the fact that he wasn't even conscious of it and was actually a calm driver despite his rugged appearance. That was one barbecue I'll never forget.....especially since the night had only begun.
