There's a guy that has known and been friends with a gal for more than a few years. They met at the place they both used to work and have kept in touch since going different directions.
Each is attracted to the other but since they've never been single at the same time, nothing (okay, just a little) has come of it. Even though they live in the same city, it's rare they actually meet up, choosing to chat online most of the time.
The years pass, and both are enjoying their friendship - talking from time to time about everything ranging from the weather to deepest carnal passions. He even shares with her his love of legs and hosiery, and she opens up about a few body-part fetishes of her own.
It had been quite some time since they'd talked. The guy makes some life changes one day, becoming a single man once again. A few days after the breakup, he sees the girl online and lets her know what's happened. She responds back that she had been through the same thing just a couple of weeks earlier.
They agree that their exes are dumb, and chatted about how life in general relates to life after breakups. Both are, of course, feeling kind of lonely...eventually talk comes around to meeting up for a few beers & to hang out.
He offers to come over to her place - she agrees, but suggests he wait an hour or so first. He's good with that, since he needs to shower & change anyway.
So...an hour later he arrives in front of her house, wearing his standard comfy blue jeans and black crew shirt. It's nice out, so he kicks off his flip-flops before heading in.
He arrives at the door with some beers, and knocks - she opens the door and he is surprised to see her outfit. He hadn't really considered what she might be wearing, but would have expected something similar to what he had on.
She is wearing, in addition to an oversized sweatshirt and a knee-length jean-skirt, a pair of very cute white cotton ribbed tights. He has an instant flutter in his belly - desire, attraction, fetish-filled lust - but maintains his composure enough to give her a hug & tell her she looks 'nice'.
They sit in the living room, drink some beers and watch some TV, chatting all the while about exes and their lives.
While moving around for potty breaks and beer-runs, they both end up sitting in different places in the living room. As the girl comes back from one particular break she accidentally kicks the leg of an end table, and falls to the couch beside him rubbing her foot for comfort.
He struggles momentarily, knowing that an offer to rub her foot can be taken in a couple of different ways. It appears to really hurt, though, so he tells her he would help rub if she would like that. She says she'd love that, and moves down the couch to set her feet on his lap.
He turns his body toward her and begins rubbing the sore foot, gently and slowly. This helps, and he continues as they keep chatting...sore foot in his hands, and the other nearby resting on his leg.
Eventually, she says it feels better, and suggests the other foot is jealous. He's happy to oblige, and as she switches feet she moves the one he had already done back under her other knee in a 1/2 cross-legged position.
As her skirt slides up just a bit to accommodate how she is sitting he notices that she is not wearing tights, but over-the-knee socks. He can see where they end, but it is dark beyond that ("stupid shadows," he thinks).
He looks up from his discovery to see that she is grinning at him - they laugh about 'guys being guys' and he continues rubbing her other foot.
However, the idea that she is wearing these socks that play right into his fetish eventually overcomes his train of thought. He begins to become aroused, and tries to adjust himself so it is not noticeable. She takes that opportunity to rearrange herself, and places her idle foot back in his lap. He is a bit embarrassed, thinking she moved because she caught him staring at her thighs and, though unsuccessfully, higher.
Very much to his surprise, though, as he continues rubbing her foot while watching TV her foot begins to wander closer to his crotch! Within a minute, it is resting right beside his (now firm) member.
As they tend to do in such conditions, his member twitches a bit, nudging her foot in the process. Before he can even react, her foot nudges right back...followed by a giggle from her end of the couch.
By this time, drinks were empty and he wants to relieve some tension in the situation. He very carefully gets up (adjusting accordingly) and heads to the fridge to bring out some fresh beers.
When he returns, she was still on the couch, looking very cute and playful. She says "thanks" for the foot rub, and offers to return the favor.
