Edited by Colonel Vorbeck for clarity
This was posted on some erotic story board a couple of years ago. I suspect it was written more for smoking fetishists than foot fetishists.
Paul got home from work, late...again! He pulled the car into the garage but Sarah's car wasn't there. There was a note taped to the door leading into the house - " Meet you at Patroki's Bar. Get a private booth and wait for me. Love, Sarah X O X O".
"What was she doing on that side of town?" Paul mused. He went into the house to clean up before going to the bar. Patroki's was a neighbourhood bar built in a refurbished storefront of a small mall. The mall was in the same block as a few commercial buildings, a variety store and a no-tell motel. Paul could not remember being in the bar before, but they drove by it each time they went to Sarah's parents.
Paul pulled his 1999 Blazer into the mall parking lot. Funny, he didn't see Sarah's car, but her note definitely said grab a table and wait. Inside, it was suddenly quite dark as Paul's eyes adjusted to the subdued lighting. Light music played in the background, an Eagles tune. He scanned the room. It was going to be easy to pick a seat, the place looked almost empty. He chose a booth in the opposite corner from the door. It was an old habit for him to sit facing the door. Sarah had always called him paranoid for it. He smiled thinking of her.
No sooner had Paul sat down then a waitress came over with 2 drinks. Paul was taken back - Vodka & orange juice, just the way he liked it. And a martini. Sarah must be behind this - but where was she? The drink registered with Paul real fast. He'd had to skip lunch and still hadn't had any supper. Just as he started to get up to go to the bar for something to snack on he heard Sarah's voice. It was deliberately husky, slow, and soft.
Paul turned to face her and almost didn't recognize her. He fell back into the booth as he took another look. Her curly black was now permed straight with a slight wave. Her simple black dress with its low neckline showed off her fantastic cleavage. But, as usual, Paul cast his eyes downward. Sarah usually wore high heels for him, and tonight was no exception. The black open-toe slingbacks revealed RHT stockings, his favorite.
Paul felt a familiar stirring in his loins.
Sarah slid into the padded seat across from him and a twisted her lips in a teasing smirk. As she raised her hand, Paul could see she was holding an unlit cigarette and a lighter in her hand. She placed the long white cigarette between her ruby red lips and winked playfully at Paul. Her red fashion nails matched her red lips. Paul felt his groin tightening and sat up straighter on the bench in the booth. Sarah didn't normally smoke -- a couple of times a month to tease him. Before sitting down Sarah brought the lighter up to the end of the cigarette. The flame disappeared momentarily as she drew gently on the cigarette.
She put the lighter on the table, took the cigarette between her fingers and exhaled through pursed lips giving Paul the covetted profile view "How was your day?" she asked, as she took a long drag on the cigarette and exhaled. Sarah knew she had full control of her man. Paul was mesmerized by the image of her lips, slightly pouting, slowly exhaling that smoke, and by the presence of Sarah's shod foot brushing his leg under the table.
He didn't even hear her question. He was now in full erection inside his pants and tried to remain very still. Suddenly there was a clunk on the floor as Sarah dropped a shoe. Paul felt Sarah's foot slowly working its way up his leg to his thigh. He looked up at her to see her suggestively rolling the toothpick and olive from her drink between her lips and against her tongue with one hand as she held the cigarette poised upward between two fingers of her other hand. Paul was beginning to shake with pleasure, and he felt Sarah's foot glide onto his groin under the table! Sarah put down the olive and took a sip of her drink as she slowly rubbed Paul's bulging crotch with her nylon covered foot.
It was all Paul could do not to explode but Sarah knew she had the upper hand. She put the lit cigarette between her lips in the corner of her mouth. As she brushed her fingers through the straight black hair the tip of the cigarette brightened briefly and a single ball of smoke came out from between her lips. Her foot continued to caress his groin. Paul glanced down to see her polished toes, almost hidden by the stocking reinforcements, as they worked over his erection.
The tip of the cigarette glowed red and brightened again as Sarah drew on it. She took the cigarette between her fingers and french inhaled. The smoke fluttered over her upper lip, disappeared, and reappeared through her mouth and nostrils as she exhaled deeply. Sarah increased the pressure her foot was giving him, as well as pace of her stroking. She had given him enough footjobs in bars and restaurants to know his reactions, and she could tell he was close, very close.
"You haven't come on my foot for about a week honey, how does this feel?" She giggled, acting coy wiggling her toes into him and licking her lips suggestively. It was too much for Paul. Sarah felt his groin lift as Paul came in his pants. Paul began a fake coughing spell, his usual cover for public orgasms, and Sarah could feel the wetness under her toes as he soaked his trousers.
Sarah slipped around the bench beside her husband and they exchanged a hungry smokey kiss. She stroked his thigh with her hand as they finished their drinks to quench their suddenly dry throats. It had been exhilarating for both of them, but Sarah had more head games to play. She leaned over to Paul and whispered "I'm not wearing any panties." as she pressed the keys to the motel room next door into his hand...