A short scenario I will share with you...
After you finished having a nice, relaxing spa day for yourself, I get a text message from you inviting me to meet you for dinner and drinks. It's a very nice summer breezy evening, and as I approach the establishment we both decided to meet at, I notice the heels you're wearing make you stand out the most at this restaurant...and as you walk in, every man turns his head to notice the beautiful woman (YOU) enter.
You have on these open toe heels that are just such a knock out on you, and your toes are colored a very fiery red. As we sit and catch up over a glass of wine, I notice how you begin to dangle your heel off your toes. You do this in such a playful, almost flirty manner, you instantly catch my attention, and you see it!
You then begin to remind me how your eyes are up at your face and not down at your feet, but I still can't help to catch just a glimpse of your sensual feet. I pull myself together enough for us to enjoy our dinner...yet I know your feet are under the table waiting for me to smother them with attention.
Alas as we finish up with the main course, I hear your heel slip off your foot and hit the ground. The second after I hear that sound, if feel a warm touch glide up the pant leg on my left side, and my palms begin to clam up, and my breathing increases just slightly. I whisper across the table, "is that you?" And you look at me with a very seductive look and smile...and you don't say a word.
I can feel your warm bare foot just lightly brushing up and down the bare skin on my leg, and you can instantly tell I'm turned on. With that same seductive look, you ask if we should go back to my place for dessert. Before I can answer your question, I'm asking for the check. You giggle softly as if you would know the answer to that question, and you softly bite your bottom lip as you slip your heel back on and get ready to leave.
We arrive at my place, and just as we walk in, and I tell you to make yourself at home, you immediately turn around and place a soft kiss on my lips...then thank me for dinner, and the company. I escort you to the sofa where you cross your legs just as you sit down, and asked if I'm ready for dessert just as you begin to yet dangle your heel again.
As I serve you a glass of wine, you mention how you would kill for a foot rub, and of course I volunteer to do the honors. You instantly accept, and allow me the pleasure of rubbing your soft, sensual pedicured feet. As I'm in the middle of rubbing your girls with lotion, you can't help but notice how "excited" I become from the feel of your bare feet in my hands.
You then whisper to me to close my eyes as you have something in mind. You ask me to sit on the floor, and to be very patient. I close my eyes as I sit myself on the floor. You tell me not to open my eyes, however, I can hear you wrestling around with your clothes.
Before you tell me to open my eyes, I feel your soft, warm feet on my thighs. I'm extremely excited, and as you tell me to open my eyes, I'm in shock as to what I see. As I'm sitting on the floor, my back supported by the sofa you're sitting on, your bare legs are over my shoulders, your bare feet in my lap...and I notice that you have taken your panties down to almost your ankles...yet I'm facing forward.
You tell me that to make this experience exciting for us both, you thought it would be fun to pull your dainty little panties just past your knees so I would be able to tell you are very much into thanking me for such a lovely night out. You ask if I would care for a footjob for dessert, and my excitement said it all.
I begin to unbutton my pants, and as my indiscretion pops out, I can hear you giggle just a bit as your soft bare feet immediately go to work on me. Your lovely feet begin the process of performing a sensual footjob, and I just melt. It takes no time at all until my rigid ness succumbs to your feet, and before you know it, your toes are covered in my hot, sticky mess.
Your toes spread and continue to massage every last drop out of me, and you mention how good your feet looked as they worked all that stress out of me.
You have on these open toe heels that are just such a knock out on you, and your toes are colored a very fiery red. As we sit and catch up over a glass of wine, I notice how you begin to dangle your heel off your toes. You do this in such a playful, almost flirty manner, you instantly catch my attention, and you see it!
You then begin to remind me how your eyes are up at your face and not down at your feet, but I still can't help to catch just a glimpse of your sensual feet. I pull myself together enough for us to enjoy our dinner...yet I know your feet are under the table waiting for me to smother them with attention.
Alas as we finish up with the main course, I hear your heel slip off your foot and hit the ground. The second after I hear that sound, if feel a warm touch glide up the pant leg on my left side, and my palms begin to clam up, and my breathing increases just slightly. I whisper across the table, "is that you?" And you look at me with a very seductive look and smile...and you don't say a word.
I can feel your warm bare foot just lightly brushing up and down the bare skin on my leg, and you can instantly tell I'm turned on. With that same seductive look, you ask if we should go back to my place for dessert. Before I can answer your question, I'm asking for the check. You giggle softly as if you would know the answer to that question, and you softly bite your bottom lip as you slip your heel back on and get ready to leave.
We arrive at my place, and just as we walk in, and I tell you to make yourself at home, you immediately turn around and place a soft kiss on my lips...then thank me for dinner, and the company. I escort you to the sofa where you cross your legs just as you sit down, and asked if I'm ready for dessert just as you begin to yet dangle your heel again.
As I serve you a glass of wine, you mention how you would kill for a foot rub, and of course I volunteer to do the honors. You instantly accept, and allow me the pleasure of rubbing your soft, sensual pedicured feet. As I'm in the middle of rubbing your girls with lotion, you can't help but notice how "excited" I become from the feel of your bare feet in my hands.
You then whisper to me to close my eyes as you have something in mind. You ask me to sit on the floor, and to be very patient. I close my eyes as I sit myself on the floor. You tell me not to open my eyes, however, I can hear you wrestling around with your clothes.
Before you tell me to open my eyes, I feel your soft, warm feet on my thighs. I'm extremely excited, and as you tell me to open my eyes, I'm in shock as to what I see. As I'm sitting on the floor, my back supported by the sofa you're sitting on, your bare legs are over my shoulders, your bare feet in my lap...and I notice that you have taken your panties down to almost your ankles...yet I'm facing forward.
You tell me that to make this experience exciting for us both, you thought it would be fun to pull your dainty little panties just past your knees so I would be able to tell you are very much into thanking me for such a lovely night out. You ask if I would care for a footjob for dessert, and my excitement said it all.
I begin to unbutton my pants, and as my indiscretion pops out, I can hear you giggle just a bit as your soft bare feet immediately go to work on me. Your lovely feet begin the process of performing a sensual footjob, and I just melt. It takes no time at all until my rigid ness succumbs to your feet, and before you know it, your toes are covered in my hot, sticky mess.
Your toes spread and continue to massage every last drop out of me, and you mention how good your feet looked as they worked all that stress out of me.
10 years ago
