Adam should have been having a great time - a trip away at a fancy hotel by the beach and meeting up with old friends usually does wonders for the mood. But no, he was currently moping, seeing Jennie again had dragged him all the way back to how he'd felt back then - dejected, rejected. He had hoped with time he'd be less enraptured by her, but no - he was as helpless as ever.
She was currently sitting across from him at dinner, one leg thrown over the other, just dangling her foot out there to the side of the table. Her bright red heels contrasting against her delicate white ankles. He couldn't see any more skin - cute jeans that hugged her toned calves came next. Beyond that... well, that wasn't something he could think about at the moment. Her ankles though, looked so perfect. How he'd love to take each perfect foot and worship it.
Adam sighed and sat back, scratching at his rough beard as he tried to look away. Movement caught his eye again. She was bobbing the foot up and down now. Innocently, in contrast with his own thoughts. Tearing his eyes upward he caught Jennie's eye. She was looking at him, watching his tired green eyes. Enraptured he could only hold her gaze a moment, her bright eyes framed in striking black, before looking away.
He willed every thought in his head through that tenuous connection. Trying desperately to convey how much she meant to him. How much he adored her. His heart poured out through his eyes, and was met with... nothing. A slight tilt of her head as if to ask "what's up?" before Adam broke contact and looked away, embarrassed. No chance. She'd spent years humouring him, completely missing his obsession.
Duly, the food came. Vibrant flavours dulled to disappointed mush in his mouth. Adam let the conversation flow around him, nodding and smiling along. Duties fulfilled.
Mid bite, Adam felt a nudge on his calf under the table. He looked up and around, expecting an apology to be grunted his way. No one was even looking at him. The foot didn't move from his leg, but instead started to move slowly up and down, stroking his leg through his jeans. Surely someone here was messing with him, or thought they were kicking on a table leg?
The foot moved higher, slowly and surely sliding up his leg. Adam froze. Unsure of what to do. Jennie was directly opposite him but she wouldn't be doing this.... He lifted the tablecloth a fraction. Bright red shone back at him. His heart stopped.
For a moment he was unable to do anything at all. Blood left his head and shot straight to where it was needed. His mind eventually caught up and looked across at Jennie. She smiled a "hey" at him and continued to nod along with a conversation.
He could feel the heel now, sharp and scraping delightfully against his shin as her foot climbed higher. Adam gasped out loud, covering with a "mm so good" aimed at the food, as her foot came up past his knees and rested squarely on his increasing hardness. She shifted her foot around him, feeling him out.
Adam slowly reached out a hand under the table and touched a soft ankle oh so gently. Watching her eyes flare just a touch as his fingers circled that ankle, pushing down towards the straps in her shoe. He undid one strap across, and then the other, before lifting her delicate foot out of the shoe and onto his lap.
Her toes curled around him, feeling him there. Wriggling into his stiff dick. Oh how he ached. In return, his fingers massaged her feet, squeezing her heel enough to make her bite her lip. His fingers ran along the side of her foot, barely touching her, before stroking along the top of her toes. Taking one toe at a time he pulled it gently, easing the pressure there as across from him Jennie seemed to be concentrating on her food.
He squeezed her foot in his hand, massaging the ball of her foot hard enough to make her leave her mouth open a moment, her facade dropping. In response, she pressed her foot down further into him, returning the shock of pleasure. Adam could scarcely breathe, this could not be real, it was too...
"Don't you think so, Adam?" A voice cut into his reverie.