This is a story of my wife's feet being fondled without consent at a party. Told in her words:
I was at a party one time, everyone was dressed up because it was Christmas, and I had some taupe colored light brown pantyhose covering my size 6 feet and legs. My toes were painted hot pink and I wore a pair of pink heels to match which I left at the door when I entered my friend's house.
I was alone at the party, and as the evening went on I was getting very drunk. I don't drink a lot, so by 1:00 in the morning I was very tired, and very out of it.
By this time, many people had left the party and gone home. There were six of us left, and we ended up sitting around the kitchen table. My friend and her husband were there, another couple, and a very good looking guy right across from me whose girlfriend left earlier with some people she knew because she had to work in the morning. He said he was having too much fun to leave, and she had no problem with him staying.
Unfortunately, what she didn't know was after she left this man was hitting on me, or should I say my perfect little feet.
He was everywhere I was. If I went to get a drink, he was there. If I sat on the sofa, he was sitting on the floor below me leaning up against the arm. He was a bit of a bore, so not my type at all, but he kept talking me up all night.
Once beside me on the couch, I could feel the large palm of his hand being placed over my toes on the floor. I was speaking to a woman next to me at the time, so didn't want to cause a commotion. He probably didn't realize it himself, I thought. But then I felt his fingers outlining each toe on my right foot, and finally gliding over all five toes at once. I lifted my toes and turned my foot away from him as he got up to grab another drink.
My feet are not even 8 inches long, and I have been told by several people that they are very pretty. Every girl likes a compliment, so I asked why they thought so. Apparently my toes don't descend at too great an angle, but in a perfect straight line, I have a high arch and my toe tips are round. The nails are deeply embedded and round nicely into the nail beds. These are things guys apparently like about pretty feet. That, and I keep them up too with lotion and plenty of bubble baths. No rough skin whatsoever.
So here I was at 1:00 in the kitchen, and we were all talking. He often had his legs stretched straight out under my chair. Before long his feet would be just barely touching my hosed toes, then he'd move them, and ever so slightly be pressed up under my pantyhose arches. My legs were crossed under my chair, and sometimes I would be talking or listening or laughing, and not paying much attention to my little feet.
If I crossed them in front of me, he would change positions and suddenly not be stretched out, but cross his legs until his shin found its way to my elevated foot. Meanwhile he'd be gently trying to press his giant man-feet over the top of mine.