My first story. Needs polishing. Will update with character descriptions.
It's a warm, bright Saturday afternoon in summer and, looking for some early fun, we head out for some drinks. We're sat inside a bar, it's very busy, hardly any seats available. While I'm at the bar, you spot Ally enter and notice he's looking around but cannot find a seat, so, a little tipsy and a little frisky, you beckon him over to our table. He sits down next to the wall facing you. I wave over and motion that'll I'll get a drink for him too.
"You look very summery today." Ally sports playfully.
"Sun's out and we're making the most of it, just thought we'd stop in here for a quick drink." you respond taking the compliment and as if to prove it you kick your feet out showing off a floaty floral skirt, your long legs, flip-flops and bare feet. He nods in approval with his eyes travelling down your legs lingering on your feet.
Noting this, you quickly offer, "Bought these today." shaking your new flip-flops giving him a legitimate reason to stare. Ally smiles, but quickly looks away.
I come back from the bar with drinks for us all and you scoot over to your right onto the chair opposite him. Over a few drinks you flirt a little, touching your chest, legs and hair when you speak, knowing he likes to look at you and your feet. You draw attention to them by twisting your body and putting your pointed feet onto the edge of my chair. Your skirt falls down your legs revealing the top of your milky thighs.
"Do you like my new flip-flops and nail varnish?"
My eyes pour over the slim, sky blue Havianas. The thin linestraps hug the bridge of your feet highlighting the midsole and the perfect curve from your arches to your instep like a crescent moon. My eyes travel down the toe post. The thongs cascade between your big toe and your long first toe. It is then I see tiles of sky blue nail varnish.
"You've colour co-ordinated! I love them."
It is at this point I can feel a rush of blood to my groin. My cock twitches slightly and I can feel it begin to swell. Sensing Ally trying to get a look out of the corner of my eye, I turn to him, knowing we could have a little fun here,
"What do you think, Ally?"
"I can't really see them properly." Ally responds, feigning disinterest, trying to not give away what we've been suspecting about his penchant for your feet.
You shift in your chair slightly so no one behind can see, sweep your feet from my chair and direct them under the table, placing them between his thighs. You wiggle your naked toes.
"Here, now you can see them better."
Ally cannot quite understand what is happening. He looks down between his legs and acts as though he's inspecting your feet for the first time. He falters, "They're," taking a quick intake of breath, "really pretty."
"The flip-flops or the feet?" I press, trying to catch him out.
"Both," Ally responds diplomatically, "You have very long toes." he bravely ventures, letting his guard down a little.
"I know. Really good for gripping." You scrunch your toes up making creases and wrinkles all over your feet, "They're also really soft as well." you flex your feet out, "Feel how soft they are." nudging your feet ever so slightly towards him.
He looks at me, but I give him no response. Though slightly puzzled, Ally takes up the invitation and runs his fingers down your toes over the bridge of feet and circles down and round onto your arches.
" Your hands are soft, like Guy's. Give them a massage while you're there." Without thinking, Ally begins to tentatively give them a light rub.
If my cock began to swell earlier, Ally's must be doing the same.
"Mmmm, you're good at that." you purr.
You legs part slightly giving Ally a quick glimpse up your legs.
We go back to general talk and have a few more drinks, all the while Ally massages your feet. Though not drunk, the alcohol is spurring your playfulness and I experience you outrageously flirt with another man in front of me for the first time.
While he's kneading your left foot, you raise your right leg and dangle one flip-flop in the air as we're talking. Ally is finding it difficult to keep up with our conversation now, intoxicated by your seemingly nonchalant display. He keeps stealing glances at your rotating foot, the hanging flip-flop, and tries to take short glimpses of red hair in between your legs where possible. You have him entranced. While I excuse myself to go to the toilet, you let the teetering flip-flop drop to the floor. You make a show of looking underneath the table, as does Ally and while sliding down the chair to pick it up you part your legs giving him a clear show of your pussy. Simultaneously you slide your right foot purposefully up his jeans - he's loving every second. You can see he's beginning to get aroused by the clear bulge appearing. You begin to rub his crotch with your foot being careful not to go too far.
"How would you like to have a few drinks at our place and maybe practice your foot massage there - we have loads of creams and lotions?"
Unsure, but unable to resist the promise of your soft feet and long toes, Ally whispers, "I'd love to, but what about Guy?
"Oh, he'll be fine. Guy also has a thing for feet," Ally tries to remain cool, but knows he's been found out, "You can both be my foot slaves today. Guy and I have a rule: I'm allowed to pick men to worship my feet as long as Guy gets to watch. If they have a big, thick cock, like, the length of my foot, I can play with it. If it's a girl, Guy can play with their feet and I can fuck them. If it's a couple, Guy can only play with us girls and fuck me, but I can fuck everyone. He's not interested in other people, he wants to watch me have fun."