So there I was, sitting in my favorite steak house chowing down on a finely prepared New York Strip with all the trimmings when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Geez, they'll let anybody in this place won't they?" I turned to see my old friend Bob approaching my table with his latest squeeze in tow. Bob and I went back 10 years, more like brothers than friends. I stood up and we exchanged a few mock punches while greeting each other. I hadn't seen Bob in about a week so I invited him and his babe to sit down.
"Oh we don't want to disturb you Jack." Anna said to me. I gave her a quick once-over before responding. I'd met Anna about a month prior when Bob first started dating her. She was quite a looker, reminding me of the late Princess Diana. Unlike the tall, willowly Diana, Anna was only about five and half feet tall and had a slightly muscular body toned by Tai-Bo workouts. Anna had a nice pair of legs too, and today they were on display because of the short red dress she wore. I could tell she was wearing nylons, and the white high heel pumps she had on looked delicious.
"No problem, please have a seat." I said, admiring her cleavage as well. Bob and I had another mock fight over my chair, which was normal as we always acted like a pair drunken frat brothers when we were out in public. Bob ended up sitting to my left, and Anna slid into the chair across from us. She and Bob ordered and we talked for a while. When I could, I was checking out Anna during the conversation. She was slowly sipping from her wine glass and her eyes were fixed on Bob, a sort of a teasing smirk on her face. I wondered what she was thinking, but I figured I had better stop fantasizing as I was getting aroused.
It was at that point that I felt something touch my left ankle under the table. I didn't move because it was just a light brush, and I thought it was an accidental touch as Anna was probably crossing or uncrossing her legs. A few seconds later it was apparent that this was most assuredly NOT an accident: I felt a set of nylon covered toes caressing my ankle.
I quickly looked up at Anna, and I saw her give Bob a wink. "Uh-oh." I thought to myself as I gripped my knife and fork a little tighter. Obviously Anna thought she was doing this to Bob's leg, but because of the way we were sitting, her aim was off and she "missed" by a few inches, and hit my leg.
The electric sensation of this blonde vixen's stockinged toes tracing little circles around my anklebone sent my sex drive into high gear! But at the same time, I was presented with quite the ethical delimma: my friend's female companion was inadvertantly stimulating me under the table with her foot, it felt wonderful and I didn't want her to stop. But should I move? Or discreetly let her know what she was doing?
As Anna's stockinged foot began sliding it's way up underneath my trouser leg, I decided to be bold and play dumb. If she discovered her mistake here, or found out later, I would tell her that I thought it was really meant for me. And so I sat back and enjoyed the attention Anna was giving me.
I tried not to squirm in my chair at the sensation of Anna's nylon covered toes sliding up my calf. She was pushing my pants leg up as far it would go. She worked her toes around the fabric and was able to bunch up the material so that part of my calf was exposed. Anna then used her talented toes to push down my sock as far it would go. She then began to use her stockinged toes and arch to caress my exposed leg. Her movements were slow and sensual, enough to make me squirm a little in my chair. I was hoping that she wouldn't go any higher because I wasn't sure that I'd be able to maintain my composure.
Above the table Anna would give Bob a "come fuck me" look every so often when she thought I wasn't looking. "Oh man, to be on the receiving end of that kind of passion!" I thought. It had been a couple of weeks since I'd scored so this was really proving to be a challenge for me. I had to remain cool and calm. So I just swallowed hard, took another deep breath and split my concentration between the steak on my plate and Anna's teasing foot beneath the table.
Anna was now sratching my leg with her toenails. I wanted to tell her to stop because this might ruin her nylons, but for obivious reasons I kept my mouth shut. After a few minutes of that she went back to using her toes on my shin. It was somewhat weird, but very erotic when she and I started talking when Bob took a call on his cell phone.
"I haven't seen you in a while Anna, you look wonderful." I said to her as her stockinged toes worked slowly up and down my shin.
"Thanks hon. We're going to a party later and I wanted to make sure I was the hottest one there!" She giggled, taking another sip of her wine.
"Well you certainly have my attention!" Her foot was making a sort of a sawing motion back and forth along my ankle.
"I aim to please." She replied with a flirty wink.
"You don't have any sisters do you, maybe a twin sister?"
She giggled again and glanced at Bob. Under the table she increased the pace of her rubbing, her foot now moving a little faster as it stroked up and down my calf. I squeezed the edge of the table as she replied,
"No, I don't have any sisters, but if Bob keeps ignoring me you might have a chance with me." She winked.
"Okay, I'll take you to that party, dance you till dawn and then give you a foot massage."
Her eyes lit up, "Oh I love having my feet rubbed. They're very sensitive, especially after I go dancing." One of her sensitive soles was gently rubbing against me under the table.
"Well then you'll get your massage. Do you use lotion on them?" I said, trying to stretch out the foot talk, as it only added to the sensuality of the moment.
Anna looked at me over the rim of her glass and replied with a wicked smirk, "Yes...among other liquids."
"Oh god!" I thought, and my cock was about to bust out of my zipper. Anna never stopped her footplay during our conversation. There was no indication that she knew her game of footsie was being played with me and not her date.
When Bob ended his call he turned to me and said that he had to leave due to an emergency. I sat up and tried to mirror his movements, as Anna had not removed her foot from my leg yet. Bob told me that he was going to be spending about an hour or so on this emergency, and so wouldn't be able to take Anna to the party until later.
Anna started to pout, sticking out her bottom lip and telling Bob to ignore the phone call.
"Hey why don't you take Anna to the party and I'll meet you there in about an hour? You don't have to stay, just keep an eye on her, she's a wild one!" Bob looked at me expectantly.
I looked across the table at Anna, who was still stroking my calf with her high, nylon covered arch.
"How could I say no to you?" I told Anna.
Anna smiled and winked.
I smiled too, thinking that I had my date for the evening.
To be Continued....