Petr stepped out onto the sunny patio, the sliding glass doors shutting behind him and cutting off the last hints of the cool airconditioned air from the cafeteria. The temperature today had to be in the mid 90's, but Petr loved the hot weather and tilted his face up to soak up the sun before finding an empty table to set his tray on.
Work over the last month had been nonstop and more than a little stressful with one coworker out on long term medical leave and another out for a two month sabbatical which had left him to pick up the work of three people by himself. Things were being missed and falling through the cracks with upper management coming down on Petr for every single one of those misses no matter his workload. The hour he got to spend eating lunch out on the 3rd floor sundeck of the cafeteria was the one time he could try to distress during his entire day. Petr placed his tray on a table and sat down overlooking the wetlands between the main campus building and the parking garage a half mile away and began to eat, the heat and sun beating down on his shoulders quickly relaxing him.
A young woman who looked to be in her mid to late twenties sat down at the next table and began to set up a laptop next to her tray. Her shoulder length hair had been dyed a bright silver with blue highlights along the edges. Her hair as well as the cream colored blouse, dark slacks and shiny black high heel ankle boots catching Petr's eye since it wasn't the normal conservative business attire most women wore around the office. Petr glanced briefly at her hair that had been braided in dreadlocks and remembered having seen her around the campus occasionally before returning his attention to his own meal and enjoying the sunny day.
He had almost finished eating when the glint of gold flashing in the sunlight caught his eye and he glanced up to see the woman working diligently at her laptop with one foot beneath her butt as she sat in the seat with her other foot held up off the concrete surface of the patio, both feet bare and the woman rotating her ankle and stretching her foot that she had held in the air with her toes splayed wide apart.
Petr stared at the woman's foot, an ivy tattoo of dark green leaves and vines that almost looked Celtic starting at just above her ankle and covering the bridge of her foot to reach down between her toes with one strand curling around her instep to disappear beneath, the flash of sunlight off of gold from one of three toe rings she wore on her very long and very mobile toes. Petr watched as she stretched her foot forward with her toes together and pointed towards the wall of the balcony before again arching it back with her toes spread wide apart, her toenails painted like many women did in a French pedicure but with a bright purple lining the edges of her nails blood red nails instead of the more common white.
The woman continued to rotate her ankle slowly, her toes splayed apart with Petr almost mesmerized as he watched. Lunch forgotten Petr watched as the woman reached down to take the foot she was sitting on in her hand and slip long and delicate fingers between her toes and begin to squeeze and massage the ball of her foot, the ivy tattoo visible as it wrapped around her instep to reach the middle of her sole.
Petr could feel himself starting to get an erection and glanced up at the woman's face and then froze in shock. The woman was watching him just as intently as he had been watching her feet, her head tilted slightly to the side with an ironic little half smile on her oval face. Petr felt himself blush and he hastily grabbed his tray to stand up.
"I'm really sorry," Petr stammered as he pushed back his seat, "I didn't mean..."
"What, stare?" the woman said in a beautiful smooth contralto voice.
"I'm sorry," Petr stammered again as he took a step back.
"Do you like looking at my monkey toes?" the woman asked as she held out her foot towards Petr and splayed her toes wide apart.
"What?" Petr asked in surprise with a quick glance around to see if anyone else on the patio had noticed what she had said, "That's... I... I wouldn't call them that."
"What would you call them?" the woman asked with the same half smile as she flexed and wiggled her mobile toes.
Petr looked from the woman's clear gray eyes and then down to her foot as she moved her toes dexterously and then back up to her face. His eyes glanced over the woman's nose hoop she had in her septum to the small diamond stud in the side of her nose and up to the three gold loops she had in her eyebrow.
"Sensuous," Petr said after a moment's hesitation and another glance around the café's patio.
"Sensuous," the woman replied slowly as if she were testing out the word for the first time before shifting to pull the foot beneath her out so she could hold both bare feet up off the concrete while flexing and splaying her toes, "I like sensuous.
"My name's Beth."
"I'm Petr, but my parents couldn't spell and left out the second e," Petr said and glanced down at Beth's feet which she was still holding up off the concrete with her toes splayed apart.
"Would you like to sit down Petr without the extra e?" Beth asked and used the toes of one foot to grip the metal leg of a metal chair and push it out and away from the table she was sitting at.
The loud screech of metal sliding across the concert caused Petr to jump but after only a moment to think about what waited for him when he went back inside to the factory floor he nodded and sat down across from Beth. Petr scooted the metal chair back up to the table and took a quick sip of his water to cover the awkwardness he was feeling at having a beautiful and exotic woman suddenly ask him to join her.
"Do you mind?" Beth asked and then slipped both of her feet onto Petr's lap, "The metal chairs and floor out here get so hot."
"I.. huh.. no... no I mind at all," Petr stammered while trying not to stare down at the two petite feet and wiggling toes that had suddenly appeared in his lap.
Beth returned to what she had been working on, her long, dexterous fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop as she typed while Petr sat a bit confused in the chair across from her. Petr glanced down at Beth's feet while she rotated the ankle of her right foot with her left pressed uncomfortably against the growing bulge in his pants. Petr couldn't help but stare at Beth's long and mobile toes and with a quick glance around the sundeck reached down to take her right foot in his hands.
Beth never even glanced up from her laptop but a slight half smile was the only encouragement Petr needed to begin kneading his fingers into Beth's instep, his thumbs following the ivy leaves and vines of her tattoo before working his way up to massage between each of her toes.
"I've seen you around the campus, where do you work?" Petr finally asked while massaging each of Beth's toes in turn.
"HR," Beth replied without even a glance up.
"Wha..." Petr said in surprise, his hands freezing.
Beth looked up at Petr with her head cocked to the side and the same enigmatic smile, "Yea, the dreaded HR.
"I'm working on a complaint right now about a guy who began giving a coworker an amazing foot massage but quit after only massaging one of her feet."
Petr stared at Beth for a moment with his mouth hanging open before giving a sharp laugh and squeezing Beth's right foot that he still hand in his hands. He trailed a finger along the ball of her foot and over her instep to her heel and smiled as her body jerked at the ticklish sensation. Petr squeezed her right foot again and then took up her left foot to begin kneading her instep.
"Well, I'll need to be more careful, huh," Petr said with a grin.
"Ummmm, better," Beth sighed before returning her attention back to her laptop.
Petr left Beth to her work and concentrated on his own, again working his way slowly up Beth's instep and ball until he began to massage the soft flesh between each of her toes. Petr studied the ivy tattoo on her other foot as he worked, admiring the details and how some of the vines even twined between her toes, the idea of getting a tattoo between his toes making him shudder. He could feel himself swelling, the sensation of Beth's right foot now pressed against his length both distracting and embarrassing. As he worked each of Beth's toes between his fingers he wondered if she could feel his growing excitement until she shifted her right foot slightly to rub up and down his length.
"You work in the cleanroom don't you?" Beth asked.
Petr had been staring at Beth's left foot in his hands and the gold and silver toe rings she wore while enjoying the sensation of her right foot stroking up and down his length through his jeans and glanced up to see Beth staring at him with her gray blue eyes and hint of a smile.
