You see, I should explain something about my girlfriend and me. I'm a bit of a submissive and she's a bit of a dom. In the bedroom we do what she wants when she wants. And that's not usually a problem. If I want to fuck but she wants to eat each other out, I'm OK with that. Sometimes I don't get to cum but even that's ok, I'm never denied for long. It's usually if she has a really great orgasm, she just wants to stop but she'll often tell me I can go jerk off in the bathroom or I can do it in the bed next to her as long as I don't wake her.
The only thing that's a problem is she's got this thing about feet. Or actually, I guess, I have this thing about feet and she doesn't. In bed I used to try to give her feet some love: rub them, lick them, kiss them. I could never get much time down there before she'd say, "That's enough." On rare occasions I'd actually get to rub my dick on them but that would almost always result in her pulling her feet away. "Gross," she'd say.
It's weird to complain about that I know because when she would make me stop it was almost always to drive my cock deep into her pussy or to get sucked on. It's a limitation I've grown to live with. But still, I wish I could fuck her feet.
She knows about my interest though and that's why she decided to take her revenge in this way. As I was chatting up her sister I felt something run up my leg and along the inside of my thigh. Up and down it went. I looked at my girlfriend and she looked back at me with a strange, non-flirty look. It was almost indifference. She was intending for me to suffer, not to enjoy this.
I was already substantially hard by the time her toes reached my balls and slid up along my cock. In a panic I looked down into my lap and there they were, five purple toenails on five perfect toes. She must have been getting drunk also, to make such a brazen move as I sat next to her mother. I quickly threw my napkin down on my lap. That made her grin a little.
I flushed red and suddenly had no idea what I was just talking about. I looked down at the table, at the silverware, at the dishes smeared with the remnants of our appetizers. One delicious toe ran along my cock making it want and need. Then the toes slipped under my crotch and started lifting my balls and playing with them.
It was so awkward trying to continue conversations with this going on. I'd start to talk, "So where do you think you'll," and then up my dick she went "Look for wo-wo-woooork?" and then I'd fake a cough like that's what made it difficult to speak. Everyone probably thought I was getting drunk. Everyone but my girlfriend.
Finally I needed to get away. I needed a break and a moment to think. The bathroom was the place. To get there I awkwardly shifted sideways, away from the table, and stood holding the napkin to my lap as I got up. I held the napkin there until I was completely faced away from the table and then I tossed it back behind me onto my chair. The rest of the restaurant could see how hard I was but I didn't care.
In bathroom I tried to settle down. One thing I didn't want to do is cum in front of the whole table. But, on the other hand, I've NEVER gotten to cum under my girlfriends feet. Standing there, considering my options, is not getting me any softer. I had to concentrate on other things until I was soft enough to return to the table.
It did not take long after returning before her foot returned. Up my thigh but this time she pushed her toes under my thigh and retreated. "Hmmm," I thought, "maybe I'm getting a break." Then I realized she had shoved something under my thigh.
I tried to retrieve it as inconspicuously as possible. It was a note. She must have written it while I was in the bathroom. It read:
"I'm going to try to make you cum. If I can't you can have me anyway you want."
OMG. She wants me to cum under her feet, which is what I've always wanted. Of course if I can hold off I guess I can cum on her feet in comfort and privacy.
Throughout dinner she rubbed and poked and tickled and teased. It felt like heaven but I had to keep shifting to avoid her so I didn't get too close. It was especially enticing to be able to look at her goddess sister while feeling my girlfriend's beautiful foot running up and down my cock.
After dessert it was getting quite late and I was beginning to think I won. Then my girlfriend suggested a round of coffee before we all head back to her parents place where we were staying.
Over coffee she tried a new tactic. She placed a foot directly on my dick but didn't move it. Oh GOD that was torture. I tried grinding against it to get a little friction but her foot was too light. The alcohol had made me more bold and I reached a hand under the table cloth and slid it around the top of her foot and pressed it to me as I tried grinding against it. It was so exquisite. My dick was rubbing the sole of her foot through my pants while my hand held it. I could see my girlfriend was pretending nothing was going on. She didn't even look at me so I could stare intently at her sister.
Unfortunately I couldn't do that long before I had to stop so I wouldn't cum, frustrating the hell out of me.
Finally her father announced that it was time to go and we all got up from the table. I awkwardly shoved fists into my pockets to disguise my erection and walked out very close behind my girlfriend.
Back at her father's, it had been a long day and my girlfriend decided to shower before bed. Her parents said good night and headed to their room at the opposite end of the house. Good. They would not be able to hear what I was about to do to their daughter. I had another drink in the living room to give her time to finish in the bathroom.
When I finally entered the bedroom she was on the bed, on her stomach still in a towel. And hanging off the edge off the bed, side by side, those two beautiful tormenting feet. The feet that were all over my crotch all evening. The feet that I had earned. The feet I was going to have.
