Everyone in this story is a consenting adult some is true some is fantasy.
We sat in a corner booth at the Lakeshore Tavern playing footsie with are small feet over cocktails. We talked has our feet played under the table, a wetness, desire growing between us. Her foot finding my crotch, sliding to the edge, I met her toes with enthusiasm. As she confessed that she masturbated often thinking of me sucking her toes.
Working inside my skirt finding her foot finding it's way inside my thong her toes sliding inside me. Fucking me with that wonderful foot, moaning softly, my juices began covering her foot. She held my hands watching my face as I was being pleasured by her foot. Grinding into her toes feeling her foot go deeper into my wet pussy. Sally's toes wiggling and dancing deep inside my wet pussy.
Salley was loving this watching me struggling not to moan and squeal in pleasure. The waitress I knew brought another round of drinks and would not leave chatting me up. I felt my orgasm building with waves and waves of pleasure erupting around her foot shaking me to my core. Sally giggled she loves making me do things like this in public.
I'm a strong independent highly educated woman but Sally owns me in ways only she understands. "You know what you have to do now?" Sally said with a smile.
"Yes Miss," I whimpered like a beaten puppy.