Foot fetish story – Masturbate under the table at a fancy restaurant

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“There are times when you have to turn off your mind and
think with your balls,” Michael thought idly.

Eight years of blissful, loyal marriage had not stymied
his vivid fantasies of making love to other women. Even
the joys and rigors of parenthood had not dampened his
intense imagination. He had gone through phases where he
actually thought about other women while making love to
his wife. In spite of his fantasies, he still had deep
feelings of personal contentment as well as pride in the
fact that he had never even touched another woman in the
ten years since he met his wife.

“Enjoy your meal sir.”

The turbaned waiter who slipped a menu on his dish
interrupted Michael’s introspective reverie. Sitting in
the Indian restaurant browsing the Tandori dishes on the
twelve-page menu, he couldn’t help stealing glances at
his soon-to-be sister-in-law. She was without question
one of the best-looking women he had ever seen. She
noticed his peeking over his menu and smiled playfully
at him.

A fashion model-turned stewardess, Karen had received a
lot of attention from many different men in her 22
years. She had exquisite, long legs, a near perfect
figure, large, wide-set, dark eyes, and short well-kept
black hair. It was her grace, posture and grooming,
however, that set her apart from most other girls.
Tonight she was wearing a stunning black evening dress,
a bit too much makeup and some gaudy sparkling jewelry.

Michael’s in-laws were celebrating Karen’s engagement to
Marshal. Marshal was Michael’s body-builder brother-in-
law, the obnoxious younger brother of Michael’s wife.
Somehow the seating arrangement had placed Karen
opposite Michael at the foot of the table against the
wall. It’s interesting how such random circumstances can
sometimes lead to high adventure.

Michael shifted positions in his chair to concentrate on
the menu. His foot accidentally touched Karen’s under
the table and he looked at her with a startled,
embarrassed expression. Her eyes twinkled, and a faint
smirking smile crossed her mouth but she didn’t meet his
apologetic gaze. Her legs were extended and her feet
remained in harm’s way under his chair. When the
appetizers arrived, Michael turned to feed his two-year-
old son. Again his foot brushed Karen’s. Again she
ignored his startled glance.

The dinner went on with good food, and even better
conversation. The wine flowed, and the lights dimmed.
They were all having a great time, and Michael began to
enjoy the occasional touches that kept ‘happening’ under
the table with Karen. She kept ignoring his glances when
they occurred, but then picked up the conversation just
after a contact, and seemed to be very interested in
anything he had to say.

Michael had drunk more that his share of wine, and his
wife had pointed this out to him, to his annoyance.
Karen bad just about kept up with him glass for glass,
and was rubbing his shin with her foot in an unconscious
way as they discussed the earth-shaking event of the
day.

In a fit of blind, drunken betrayal to his ten years of
fidelity, Michael carefully took off his shoes and put
one stockinged foot on Karen’s instep.

Without hesitation, she took another fork full of salad
and continued her cheerful conversation with her
fiance. Her feet remained squarely parked under
Michael’s chair.

Michael timidly put his other foot on Karen’s, hesitated
a few seconds, then slowly and carefully, with both his
feet, removed her shoe. He manipulated her foot up onto
his own chair then slowly and gingerly slipped his right
foot along her left leg, up under her dress to her
thigh. It was only then that he noticed she was wearing
stockings and garters instead of panty hose.

His foot hesitated several seconds on her bare thigh.
Her demeanor, conversation, and outward appearance
betrayed nothing of their little “footsies” game under
the table. Michael, on the other hand became quite pale.
His heart was pounding and he had a very hard erection.

“Oh my god!” he gasped to himself. “This can’t be
happening to me!!”

Then Karen took the initiative. She put her left foot
squarely on his erect penis and simultaneously slipped
forward in her chair, maneuvering her vagina under
Michael’s foot. Michael quickly moved the tablecloth to
cover his lap.

Karen began stroking his penis, sliding her foot up and
down in his lap. Michael burrowed his foot between
Karen’s legs and began manipulating his toe in an area
he hoped contained her clitoris. She helped him find her
hot spot with slight movements of her thighs and pelvis.

They sat stroking each other’s genitals, while outwardly
ignoring each other for several minutes.

As the dinner progressed, Karen became more aroused.
Michael noticed her cheeks flush and saw her
occasionally inhale sharply. Her foot on his penis
became sloppy. Soon she stopped stroking his crotch
entirely and pushed herself harder against each stroke
of his foot. His foot manipulations and her pelvic
movements merged into an almost coital rhythm.

Michael was afraid her increasingly strenuous movements
were going to give them away, but his hypnotic
fascination by her intense beauty and blind, hot sexual
arousal made him continue manipulating his foot in her
lap.

Karen started shivering and lost the rhythm of their
mutual masturbation. She held her breath for a few
seconds, then sighed softly once, twice, and again.
During her final heavy sigh, she shuddered deliriously
and relaxed her legs completely.

Then she started chewing her food again, gave an
appreciative, loving glance at Michael, and began
manipulating his penis through the material of his pants
in earnest. She could feel his erection and began to
massage him with both of her feet. Back and forth, up
and down, manipulating his hard-on, and all the time
smiling at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

Now his pleasure had her full attention, and she seemed
to know a lot about how to please a man. She alternated
between massaging the head of his cock with her toes and
stroking the entire length of his penis down to the root
with the ball of her foot. She applied just the right
amount of pressure. Michael started smiling, caught
himself, and made small talk with his two-year-old son.

Karen slowly increased the pressure and tempo of her
movements and Michael knew he was going to come in his
pants. He slipped his cloth napkin into his lap, and
nonchalantly – undercover of the napkin – opened the fly
of his slacks, reaching down and pulling his engorged
penis out around from the elastic leg band of his
underwear, all the time looking interested in the
general conversation.

Karen’s eyes widened as she felt his hot pre-come
slicked bare flesh against the soles of her nylon
stockinged feet. At the same time his left hand stroked
Karen’s calf gently and lovingly, trying to put love and
gratitude into the smile he flashed at her.

Karen settled into a steady rhythm, stroking the length
of Michael’s shaft with the entire sole of her foot. She
glanced at his face every few minutes to gauge how she
was doing.

Finally, Michael could not hold back any longer. Turning
his head away from the others, so they wouldn’t see the
contortions of the consuming pleasure playing across his
face, he shot his load into the napkin in five
unbearably intense strokes. Karen felt the semen flowing
through Michael’s hard, hot penis and broke into a
faster, harder pumping action with her foot.

His sperm had messed his pants and Karen’s nylons
Michael was sure that everyone could smell his seaman,
knew that the must — but only Karen seemed interested
in what had just happened to him.

In spite of all the bizarre circumstances, it was one of
the most intense orgasms Michael ever had. As the last
after-shocks washed through him, Karen reduced the
pressure, speed, and intensity of her foot manipulations,
softly milking the last drops of semen from Michael’s
still-erect cock.

Michael again put his hand under the table and stroked
her calf appreciatively, then manipulated her foot back
into her shoe.

Two months later, Michael learned that Marshal had
broken off his engagement. Michael never learned the
exact details or reasons and never saw Karen again.

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