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A footsie game
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Archive-Name: feet
"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."
Michael's introspective reverie was interrupted by the turbaned waiter
who slipped a menu on his dish. Sitting in the Indian restaurant
browsing the tandori dishes on the twelve page menu, he could not 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, Corina 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 a some gaudy
sparkling jewelry.
Michael's in-laws were celebrating Corina'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 Corina 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 Corina's under the table and he looked at her
with a startled, embarrassed expression. Her eyes twinkled, and a
tiny smirking smile crossed her mouth but she did not 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 Corina's.
Again she ignored his startled glance.
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
Corina'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 Corina'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 Corina 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
table cloth to cover his lap. Corina began stroking his penis, sliding
her foot up and down his lap. Michael burrowed his foot between
Corina'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 others' genitals, while outwardly ignoring each
other for several minutes.
As the dinner progressed, Corina 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 penis entirely
and pushed her clitoris 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.
Corina 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 in earnest with her foot.
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.
Corina slowly increased the pressure and tempo of her movements and
Michael knew he was going to come in his pants. He slipped his paper
napkin under the table cloth, through the top of his pants, and around
the head of his penis. He wrapped the napkin around the top of his
cock as best as he could and then took a drink of water. At the same
time his left hand stroked Corina's calf gently and lovingly, trying to
put love and gratitude into the smile he flashed at her.
Corina 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. Corina felt the semen flowing through
Michael's hard, hot penis and broke into a faster, harder pumping
action with her foot.
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, Corina 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.
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Two months later, Michael learned that Marshal had broken off his
engagement. Michael never learned the exact details or reasons and
never saw Corina again.
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