After learning that my new girlfriend Melissa had a foot and sock fetish like me, I couldn't wait to do more with her. It took me a while to recover from the footjob she gave me under the dinner table at her parents' house, but when I finally did I was ready for more.
A couple of weeks later we both had a Friday night off, so we decided to go out for dinner and a movie. I borrowed my parents' car so we could actually drive somewhere, and I picked up Melissa at her house. Since her mom doesn't let anybody wear shoes in their house, I would get to see what kind of socks Melissa was wearing before she left.
Melissa came out of her bedroom and around the corner to the front door, where I was waiting. When I saw her it almost took my breath away. She was wearing tight-fitting black jeans that did a good job of showing off her hips and her legs, and she had on a long-sleeved red sweater with a v-neck that showed off her nice chest. She was carrying a pair of black dress shoes and on her feet were the hottest looking red slouch socks.
She bounded up to me and gave me a peck on the lips. "Hey honey," she said. I mumbled a response, since I was still a little dazed by her outfit and how good she looked in it. Then my girlfriend bent down next to me to put on her shoes before she left.
Melissa made a point of flexing her socked feet as she slipped on each of her shoes, showing off her nice high arches. Her socks were perfect. They clung perfectly to her feet, not too baggy, and they were still relatively new. As I imagined rubbing those soft feet between my hands, or even better, between my legs, I felt a stirring sensation in my crotch. Jeez, I thought, all I have to do is look at her and I get a hard on.
The weather was still cold outside, so I helped her into her coat before we headed out to the car. She snuggled up close to me as we walked arm in arm to my already-warm vehicle.
When we got to the restaurant, we checked our coats. As we walked to the table, I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on us as we crossed the restaurant. Apparently I wasn't the only guy that thought Melissa was stunning in her outfit.
After we sat down, I began thinking back to the dinner we had with her parents two weeks before, when we started out playing footsie under the table and she ended up giving me my first footjob. I knew she probably wouldn't do the same in the middle of a crowded restaurant, but a little more foot rubbing under the table couldn't hurt anyone. I slipped one foot out of my shoe, then followed with the other, revealing the grey winter-style dress socks I was wearing.
I gave Melissa a sweet smile and a coy wink, then slid my feet over to her side of the booth. Not surprisingly, she had already slipped out of her shoes as well, and we began to rub our feet together under the table. We kept that up until dinner was over and then we put our shoes back on to head to the movie theater.
The movie we got tickets for was a romantic comedy of some sort, but neither of us was very interested. We sat near the back of the theater so no one would bother us. The theater had stadium seating and there weren't a lot of people, so we had plenty of room to ourselves as we started making out.
While we were necking, Melissa slipped out of her shoes once again and curled her legs up under on the seat, giving me a nice view of her socked feet. Before too long, I was so aroused I could barely sit still.
When I thought no one was looking, I started rubbing one of Melissa's tits through her sweater. She must have liked that, because she slid her hand around the back of my head and pulled me close, giving me more tongue than I knew she had.
We kissed deeply for several minutes, me rubbing her tits and her running her fingers through my hair. Our hands started to roam even more; I would grab her ass and she would rub my chest, then I rubbed her foot as she rubbed my thigh.