We sat tucked away in a plush booth in the corner of a stylish, upbeat restaurant. Kellee and I were business partners and our dinners were frequent, sometimes at an airport on a stopover or out with clients pitching business. Tonight was different.
Kellee asked if I could meet her here tonight for pleasure and not work. I figured she wanted to celebrate our recent win. Both her boyfriend and my girlfriend knew we were meeting and, as usual, thought nothing of it. We were together a lot, focused on getting the work done; whatever the work of the moment was. And though I thought Kellee was very beautiful, our relationship had remained platonic through 10+ years of working together.
As we were settling in, the waiter came and Kellee ordered us each a dirty martini. For her this was out of character, she was a wine drinker and a casual one most nights. In fact, I think in the 100's of nights out, I had only seen her drink martini's once, and that was at a coworker's wedding. Although, if I remember correctly, it was a very fun with a lot of dancing, lots of singing.
She ordered extra olives from the attentive waiter, who was checking her out and eager to serve. It was hard to blame him, Kellee has that "it" factor about her.
At this very moment, she was twirling her long blonde hair around her finger, a habit she'd maintained all these years. Subconsciously tucking a piece of her long blonde hair behind her ear, she was petite, waif-thin, with tan thin legs, and gorgeous feet. She was hard not to notice. Tonight she wore a delicate-looking cream dress that was shorter, looser, and more comfortable appearing than the dresses she would wear for work activities.
As the waiter turned to get our drinks, I caught myself glancing at her upper thighs, which were exposed just below the hem of her short skirt.
Once we were free of our waiter,, we talked a little about the menu and the day, but I could sense Kellee wanted to bring something more substantial up. She was sitting across from me and noticeably leaning in, plus more than once her foot had brushed my shin during the conversation.
I noticed these small details because Kellee was normally pretty conservative and not someone who did a lot of natural touching. We had mutual friends that were touchers and huggers, but that is not the classification I would give Kellee at all.
This observation made me wonder about the intent of the conversation to come.
We both became aware of the waiter returning to the table.
As he set down our cloudy martinis, mentioned he would give us some time and come back for our order.
Kelee took a deep sip of her drink.
Then, without wasting another moment she turned to me with her deep blue eyes, and said, without hesitation, "I don't know how to approach this, other than to say I'd like to evolve our relationship."
I nodded, listening, but still not quite grasping what she was getting at. Still thinking, too innocently, that she meant our business relationship.
She reached over and grabbed my hand, "can I just get to it?"
Again, Kellee was normally all business so this shift in tone sort of startled me.
Curious where this was going I answered, "of course."
This is when she got a tad bit reserved, "Ally confessed something to me about what one of your preferences. I should note, my girlfriend, Ally, and Kellee have known each other for years, being friends in college, she actually knew Kellee longer than I did. Interestingly they had been out late the other night.
It took me several seconds to grasp what she was saying. But the look in her eye told me she was referring to my relatively new fondness for feet. And it was my turn to be a little embarrassed. I was very comfortable with Kellee, but, sex wasn't something we had discussed, much less a secret fetish.
I had recently developed an intense attraction to feet. Specifically cute, clean, bare feet. And Kellee's feet were perfect in my eyes. Her toes were flawless, long thin toes, with her second toe just slightly longer than her big toe. Always with a pedicure, tonight colored with delicate white french tips. All of which I looked at before anything else tonight.
As I mentioned, it was a somewhat new fetish and so far was mostly contained as part of foreplay with my wife - admiring her bare feet, massaging them, and, when my wife allowed it, sucking on her toes.
The problem was even though she was a good sport, my wife was not really into it. She didn't mind the massages but would rather not have feet included as part of our sex life. She let me express my fondness, which is more than I think most would.
As I was thinking about what to say, Kellee saved me, "I know she doesn't like it, but I would, a lot. Basically, I want you to take care of my feet, exclusively."
