I relax in my lounge with a book for about forty minutes when a cute blond named Tracy comes over and puts her foot on my relaxed cock. I remember her from our morning class. She flicks me a few times with her toes and I start to get hard. Still standing over me, she works her foot under my balls and then levers it up with her heel. I feel the pressure from below, and that takes my hardness the rest of the way.
She pulls up a regular chair, higher than a chaise lounge, so she can get to me from above. She puts one foot on either side of my cock and squeezes them together while she works up and down. She notices right away that it's a little rough, so she puts some lotion on me. That helps a lot.
Tracy's legs are so spectacular, and I have such a good view of them, that I'm enjoying watching them work almost as much as I'm enjoying what her feet are doing to me. She keeps up the rhythm and the pressure until I'm ready to blow. Then she switches to a double toe grip, exactly as Lennox taught, and finishes me off.
I groan with pleasure.
"Thanks, Brendan. Get you a drink?"
"A beer, Tracy, if you could."
She leaves for a few minutes and returns with the beer.
The footjob has made me thirsty, so I take a big gulp.
"See you around," says Tracy, as she squeezes my balls to say goodbye.
I pass the afternoon with my book, a few naps, and footjobs from Gail and Lily. About five, I head to my room to get cleaned up for dinner.
* * *
I enter the dining room and see an unusual table arrangement. Each table seats just two. There's a mat under each table, covered with a soft terry sheet and supplied with a small pillow.
Lennox meets me at the door, grabs my balls, and leads me to one of the tables. "Lie down and relax, Brendan," she instructs.
I do as I'm told. From where I am, I'm looking up at the table from underneath. "Like this, Lennox?"
"Like that, Brendan, except spread your legs just a bit. Make yourself comfortable, as dinner lasts about an hour. The women at your table will feed you some snacks, but you'll get your main meal afterwards. There'll be a sippy cup for you to drink from." She laughs. "Like a baby." She looks at my erection and kicks it gently with her shoe a few times. "But you don't look like a baby to me. Now, just relax, and the festivities will start as soon as the women are seated."
I lay back. A waitress comes over, kneels down, grabs my cock, and takes my drink order. Then she brings me an extra large gin and tonic in a cup with a cap and a straw, so I can drink while I'm on my back. I have a pretty good idea what the "festivities" are going to be.
Simone and Sally take the seats at my table. They're both wearing black cocktail dresses. They don't say anything to me at all, as though I'm a human rug. Sally puts some brie cheese on a cracker and "accidentally" drops it under the table. It falls on my chest. She looks at Simone and giggles. I'm hungry, so I'm glad for this little snack. It turns out that both women continue to exhibit what everyone would call poor table manners. They keep dropping crackers and cheese, olives, some strawberries, and even a whole dinner roll.
Of course, as I guessed, they both remove their shoes and put their feet on my cock and balls throughout the dinner. They do it in a offhand way, not bothering to use any of the techniques that Lennox taught this morning. They're pretending to ignore me. I think they actually are ignoring me, although they seem to have little trouble finding my good parts as they slide their feet around. At one point Sally places her foot directly on my erect cock and tries to grind it into my abdomen. She keeps that up for at least ten minutes, and I come. I know that she knows that I came, but she and Simone keep pretending to ignore me, even as they spread my cum over my body with their toes.
