The Teacher,
The Waitress, The Café and The Under-The-Table Action
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Miss Harris only started teaching at
my school when I was in my final year. She was younger
than most of the other teachers and not much older than
us senior students, probably in her early twenties at
the time. She was in the same school “house’ as me, so I
saw her most days at morning assembly. She was curvy and
cute rather than sexy, that was until the weather warmed
up, then to me she became very sexy.
Miss Harris was a sandal girl, which was brilliant for me and any other frustrated foot fetishists. She mainly wore roman style gladiator sandals, but also had some thong and toeloop style sandals too. At first, I only saw her from a distance, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her feet during those morning assemblies, which caused an uncomfortable boner every day. Then one lunchtime, I saw her sitting on a bench near the basketball courts, so I moved in as close as I could, sitting on the ground a couple of metres away.
Her feet were beautiful, now I could see them up close, her tan coloured toeloop sandals framed her pale feet perfectly. Her longish toenails were a bold fire engine red. Her toes tapered perfectly from her plump big toes down to her cute little pinky toes. This was the early 90s, so no smart phones prevented me from taking pics or video of her amazing feet and sandals. I just stared at them longingly, wishing I could somehow get even closer, just to smell them or kiss them, or in my wildest dreams, get to suck her wonderful toes. I remember my boner was aching in my trousers, it was so hard. My heart was racing as I admired the best feet I’d ever seen at that point. I masturbated many times remembering her feet from that day.
The very first story I contributed to greatfeet.com was about my friend’s mum, Sandra (Sandra The Temptress). Her feet were very similar to Miss Harris’s and I was lucky enough to see Sandra’s feet regularly too, even getting to enjoy them the following year. I wasn’t as lucky with Miss Harris, but I still got to admire them most days.
When we were doing our final exams that year, Miss Harris was one of the exam monitors, which meant she patrolled the room, checking for any cheating. The exams took place in the sports hall, with each of us sat at single desks, spaced a couple of metres apart. One of those exam days was my favourite exam ever, as not only was Miss Harris on duty that day, she really put on a foot show too. Her nails were painted gold, matching her gold roman gladiator sandals perfectly. I’d never seen colour matched nails before, but I was instantly hooked. My boner fighting to escape the constraints of my trousers, each time she walked slowly by.
I watched her walk slowly towards me, staring at the world’s sexiest feet as she got closer. Then as I was sat at the back, she walked behind me and then slowly walked away. I could see her heels were soft and her ankles shapely. I had to fight the urge to stroke my ridiculously hard dick. After about the fifth pass by, I noticed a couple of the other guys were watching her too, clearly looking down as she passed by. I’m not sure if they were foot guys too, or if they were simply legs men, admiring her lovely calves visible below her knee length gypsy skirt. That was the day that I first loved seeing a girl wear a gypsy skirt, a look which still appeals to me to this day.
I looked forward to those exam days, hoping she’d be on duty and getting frustrated on the days when she wasn’t. I only saw her a couple more times, before I finished school. The memory of her feet only diminished once I got my first footjob from Sandra the following year. Her feet then taking over as my number one favourite from then until I met Didi a few years later and then Juicy after that.
So why bring up Miss Harris now? Well, after not seeing her for the best part of thirty years, I saw her in a café on Saturday afternoon. She hadn’t really changed, still recognisable, still curvy, still wearing sandals. I was already sat at a table, when she arrived with a guy much younger than her, maybe thirty. They sat at the table next to mine, her feet immediately grabbing my attention. Her toenails still slightly long, painted red and looking sublime. Her gold wedge thong sandals were sexy as hell. I could see her toeprints on the insole when she crossed her legs and dangled the sandal.
It was only after staring at her sexy feet for a while, that I glanced up and saw who they belonged to, as I instantly recognised her. She looked over and smiled, but clearly didn’t recognise me. The biggest regret is that I didn’t have my phone with me, it would have been easy to film her feet from that distance, but my phone was still sat on the kitchen bench at home. She was putting on a show too, flapping her well-worn sandal and swirling her foot around. Scrunching and flexing her toes every few seconds too. My boner seemed to remember her too, this time straining against my running shorts. The urge to stroke it was relentless as I watched her sandal dangling show, the best sandal dangle I’d seen since Sandra all those years ago.
Then, things got even better. She uncrossed her legs and swapped so her right foot was on top this time. My heart leapt as she started stroking her companion’s leg with her toes. He barely reacted and kept talking to her. She flapped the sandal for a while until it dropped off her foot, landing noisily on the wooden floor. She made no attempt to reclaim it, instead stroking her lucky companion’s leg again. I wondered who he was, too young to be her husband, too old to be a student. My mind raced, maybe he was an ex-student who’d been brave enough to admit his love for her feet.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Glancing between her sexy toes caressing his lucky leg and the extremely sexy thong sandal abandoned on the floor. The footprint clear in the well-worn leather, the perfect round prints where her toes sit looked amazing. My boner was now throbbing, as ridiculous thoughts entered my head. Maybe I could somehow grab the sandal, take it into the gents and stroke my poor throbbing dick with it, after licking and sniffing it of course. Maybe she’s about to footjob him under the table, like Didi used to do to me (and others) regularly. Maybe I could ask her to footjob me too. I could even sit next to him so she could footjob us together, one foot each.
I’d finished my coffee and the waitress had collected my cup, So I decided to get another one, not wanting to miss out on the amazing foot show if someone wanted my table. The newspaper I’d been reading still open on the same page for a good ten minutes by this point. I called the waitress over and ordered my second coffee. As she took my order, she blocked my view of the sexy foot scene. I saw her look at my crotch, my obvious boner seemingly to her liking as she smiled and stared a moment too long, before going off to make my coffee. It was only as she walked away, that I noticed she was wearing sandals too. This was becoming a great day.
I looked over at Miss Harris and her companion again, her empty sandal still in the same spot, but her foot now out of sight. She’d raised her leg and her foot was now hidden between his legs. She really was giving him a footjob. I could tell by the slight movement of her leg and the fact that he was now staring down at his crotch. She was a footjob girl after all. From my angle I couldn’t see him below the table, especially as he’d pulled his seat really close to the table, so I had no idea if she was stroking him through his shorts, or if he’d been brave enough to unzip. I know I would have done. She was smiling and looking at him, he was focused on what was going on below the table.
The waitress came back with my coffee, again blocking my view, again staring at my boner as she placed the coffee down. I looked down at her feet and was pleased to see pretty pink toenails and white ankle strap thongs. On any other day, her feet would be the best in the room. She saw me glance at her feet and even wiggled her toes for me, before heading back to the counter.
Back to the foot show, I looked over at Miss Harris just as she looked at me. She smiled, then looked back at her companion. Things had changed in the brief moment that my view was blocked. Her right foot was now back in its sandal. Her left foot now out of view, but no sign of the left sandal. Was she giving him a sandaljob now? Memories flooded back of Didi doing that to me and Juicy giving one to the guy on our wine tour. More ridiculous thoughts… How could I get involved? Would she footjob me too? Could I ask to lick her sandals? Would she let me cum on her sandals as she finishes him off?
My boner was throbbing constantly now, the foot porn happening right next to me was going to tip me over the edge. Her beautiful right foot was now stretched out towards me, the best I’d ever seen. She was looking at me again, smiling as her left leg moved more obviously under the table. I smiled back and looked down at her foot again. She obliged by wiggling her toes for me. She somehow knew I was a foot guy too. I looked around the room, everyone else was oblivious to the foot porn. Only the three of us knew what was happening.
He was getting close now, the tell-tale signs obvious to me, the look of concentration on his face, the trembling of his hands. She was still looking at me, smiling. It was unnerving, but exciting. Then she mouthed to me “You want it?”. “What?” I mouthed back. “My sandal?” she mouthed silently. “Yes” I nodded. She obliged, flicking it across the floor, I reached down and scooped it up. She was still smiling at me. “Go on then” She mouthed. I used the newspaper to block what I was about to do from the rest of the room. I bent forward and sniffed her sexy sandal. Wow, the smell was the best ever, my throbbing dick nearly let go right then. I looked over as she mouthed “lick it”. So, I did. The taste was amazing, very strong, just like Sandra’s sandals had been all those years ago. Like Juicy’s favourite sandals. They’d been worn a lot and her foot sweat was well soaked in.
I licked her toeprints and then the heel area. She was watching me the whole time, smiling like the proud foot girl she was, who was about to be responsible for two guys losing their loads. Her companion oblivious to her secondary game with me as he continued to look down. I licked the toepost and sniffed deeply, this was the best tasting sandal I’d ever had. I looked over at her, as she mouthed “try it on”.
She’d just given me permission to slip her sandal onto my dick. Was this really happening? When was I going to wake up and realise it was just a dream? “Do it” she mouthed again, so I did. I pulled my waistband down below my balls and slipped her wonderful sandal onto my boner. How I didn’t immediately cum, I’ll never know. The leather straps caressed my dick as the insole stroked my shaft and balls, the toepost sat perfectly against the ridge of my glans. She was smiling even more now, as her companion glanced over at me, wondering what she was looking at. If the waitress came over now, she’d see Miss Harris’s sandal perched on my exposed dick.
I wanted to cum so badly and the longer her sandal cradled my dick and balls, the closer I’d get to erupting all over it. I could feel the warmth from her foot on the insole where it touched my dick. “Show me” she mouthed as I glanced over again. I had to show her, but knew it was risky. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching; the coast was clear. So, I lifted myself up enough so she could see my dick and her sandal above the table, the sandal slid further down my shaft so that my glans was clear over the tip of the sole. I tensed up causing the sandal to bounce around as my dick throbbed. Just as I did, her companion looked over again. He looked shocked, but didn’t dwell for long, looking straight back down, then immediately winced and balled his fists up. He’d just cum. I looked down under their table, her leg was no longer moving around. His legs were trembling, and as I looked up, I saw his eyes were now closed.
I lowered myself down again, which caused the sandal to slide against my throbbing dick. Pre-cum leaked out running onto the toepost. I was going to fill this sandal if I wasn’t careful. I looked up and saw the waitress heading my way, what to do? Should I let her see it, or hide it? Sanity took over, so I pulled the newspaper over, covering the scene. Too risky to let her see. She approached Miss Harris’s table and collected their empty coffee cups, not paying any attention to them, then turned and smiled at me, she glanced down like she hoped to see my boner again but smiled at the newspaper before moving off.
I looked over at Miss Harris and saw her left foot now on the floor again. Obvious cum splodges were all over her toes and the thong straps. She was flexing her toes as she continued to smile at me. Her companion was fiddling around below the table, probably tucking his dick away. It was obvious he’d been brave enough to get it out judging by the amount of cum all over her foot.
“Can you?” She mouthed at me, as I looked up from her cummy foot. “Can I?” I replied. “Cum?” she suggested. “Yes” I acknowledged. “Do it” she instructed. It wouldn’t take long. I stroked the sandal up and down a couple of times, which started the reaction, my balls finally letting go. I pulled the sandal off, flipped it around and held it in front of my dick. I then pressed my glans onto the big toe print and erupted over her insole. It wasn’t my biggest load, but the whole toes area was coated in my thick white cum.
I looked over at her and saw she was grinning, her companion was looking at me too, trying to see what I was doing. I looked around before raising the sandal above the table to show them. She seemed pleased with my deposit, he looked jealous. “Smear it around” she mouthed, so I lowered it below the table again and smeared my cum all over the insole with my glans, rubbing it up the slope of the wedge and even around the heel area. I carefully lowered it to the floor under my table and then pulled my shorts over my now semi-erect dick. I looked down and felt proud that I hadn’t spilled a drop.
I really should have looked around before I pushed the sandal back across to Miss Harris. I pushed it with my foot as her greedy right foot reached out to collect it. Her companion was also looking down at the coated sandal. Just as she scooped it up with her big toe under the main strap, the waitress approached. And she’d clearly seen the decorated sandal, her gaze focused on it as Miss Harris slipped her foot slowly home, scrunching her toes in my carefully spread cum. Somehow she got her foot fully home without pushing any cum over the tip onto the floor. Miss Harris didn’t know the waitress was there and jumped slightly as she stepped up alongside her.
The waitress was staring at Miss Harris’s foot, which now had cum squeezed up between her toes. She then looked over at my crotch, clearly putting two and two together. Our worst fears were allayed though, as the waitress simply said “Well Done” to me, before picking up my empty coffee cup and walking back to the counter.
Miss Harris sheepishly smiled at me and then stood to leave. Her companion following suit. His boner was fully erect in his shorts, possibly caused by watching her foot slide over my cum. His dick much bigger than mine by the looks of it. I stared down at her feet as she stepped up to my table. Both feet were very cummy, which made me wonder how easily she’d be able to walk in her barely-there thongs. “Same time next week’ she whispered as she walked towards the door, answering my question immediately with no discernible slipping. Her companion then said, “Not sure how you pulled that off, but well done”.
I replied, “I’m not sure either, but I’m so envious of you”. He smiled, then added “She does it all the time” before he followed her out of the door.
I didn’t know whether to chase after them, or trust what she’d said and wait for next Saturday. The waitress then came over with my bill, I glanced down and saw it had four coffees on it. “I take it you’re paying for their drinks too?” She asked. “Oh yes” I replied, feeling it was worth every cent.
“Who is she?” She asked. “Just an old acquaintance” I replied.
“Nice sandals” she added. “Yes, very” I answered.
She smiled, looking down at her own feet, causing me to follow her eyes and look at her pretty feet and sandals. “Foot guy hey?” She asked. “How can you tell?” I sheepishly replied.
“Indeed. And mine?” she asked putting me on the spot. “Gorgeous” I answered.
“Thanks” she replied, rippling her toes for me, before she turned and walked back to the counter with my credit card. I followed her so I could retrieve my card, once she’d processed the payment.
“Who was the guy?” She asked as she handed my card back. “No idea” I said, as in the dark as the waitress was.
“And he just let you do it?” She questioned. “He was otherwise engaged” I replied, smiling.
“You mean under the table?” She asked, smiling a wicked smile. “Yes, didn’t you see her other foot?” I asked.
“No, but I can imagine it matched her right one” she said chuckling. “Oh yes, in every way” I confirmed.
“Foot girl hey?” she asked. “It would certainly seem so” I agreed.
“Braver than me” she added. “In what way?” I asked, intrigued.
“Two guys like that in public, I never knew such a thing happened outside of a porno movie” She clarified. “Well today it did, and I know other girls who do stuff like that too” I admitted.
“Really, in here?” She asked. “No, but I’ve seen and experienced it in other public places” I added.
“Where?” she asked. “Bars, cafés, Wineries, even at a wedding reception” I explained.
“To you?” She asked. “Yes, and other guys, one didn’t even ask for it” I added, in reference to Didi’s efforts at Danny and Michelle’s wedding years ago.
“Was it that lady?” She asked. “No, an ex-girlfriend” I clarified.
“Who was the victim?” She asked, intrigued. “A kilt wearing groomsman” I said.
“Oh wow, and you watched her do it?” She asked. “Yes, from across the room. I couldn’t see the action, but I saw the outcome” I replied.
“Naughty girl, anyone else know what she did?” She asked. “I didn’t think so at the time, but later found out that the guy’s girlfriend, who was sat next to him knew” I explained.
“Wow, and she just let another girl do that?” she asked. “Yeah, apparently she’d been playing with him under the table just before my ex reached out with her feet. That’s why she was able to get straight to work on him, he was ready for action. The girlfriend saw the tablecloth moving and guessed what was going on. She got up and headed off to the dancefloor and left them to it” I explained.
“And you weren’t jealous?” She asked. “Yes, but not really, she was already my ex by then and I’d already had the same from her earlier that day in a pub” I explained.
“How do you know she actually did it?” She quizzed. “Because I could see her empty sandals on the carpet and couldn’t see her feet. And when she came back to sit with me, she was slipping badly in her shoes and the evidence was obvious” I explained.
“That’s amazing, brave girl. Your acquaintance wasn’t slipping before though” She added, smiling. “Yeah, impressive hey?” I suggested.
“I’ve never tried” She added. “What?” I asked.
“Walking with it in my sandals” She clarified.
“But you have done it with your feet?” I asked, wondering where this was leading.
“Yes, many times. Even with sandals on. But I clean them off before attempting to walk with it. My husband is a sandals guy” she replied, probably giving me the worst answer, I could hope for. “Lucky guy” was all I could muster.
“I enjoy it” She said, winking. “Just with him?” I asked, pushing my luck.
“Yes, only him” She replied, dashing my hopes. “That’s what my girlfriend said” I added.
“You mean she didn’t practice what she’d told you?” she asked sounding intrigued. “Something like that, then I saw her treating her yoga teacher” I replied, remembering watching Juicy through the window of the yoga studio.
“Oh, I see. Well I’m not like that. I tease with the best of them, it’s easy to spot a foot guy, but I won’t do more than that” she clarified. “I respect that. Nice talking to you so openly” I said, before turning to leave.
“Glad you enjoyed your coffee and I’ll try your suggestion tonight” She called after me as I walked towards the door. I just waved over my shoulder and left. Lucky hubby, her feet really are very pretty.
I’m definitely going back there next Saturday, even if Miss Harris doesn’t show up, I’ll still get a foot show!
Miss Harris was a sandal girl, which was brilliant for me and any other frustrated foot fetishists. She mainly wore roman style gladiator sandals, but also had some thong and toeloop style sandals too. At first, I only saw her from a distance, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her feet during those morning assemblies, which caused an uncomfortable boner every day. Then one lunchtime, I saw her sitting on a bench near the basketball courts, so I moved in as close as I could, sitting on the ground a couple of metres away.
Her feet were beautiful, now I could see them up close, her tan coloured toeloop sandals framed her pale feet perfectly. Her longish toenails were a bold fire engine red. Her toes tapered perfectly from her plump big toes down to her cute little pinky toes. This was the early 90s, so no smart phones prevented me from taking pics or video of her amazing feet and sandals. I just stared at them longingly, wishing I could somehow get even closer, just to smell them or kiss them, or in my wildest dreams, get to suck her wonderful toes. I remember my boner was aching in my trousers, it was so hard. My heart was racing as I admired the best feet I’d ever seen at that point. I masturbated many times remembering her feet from that day.
The very first story I contributed to greatfeet.com was about my friend’s mum, Sandra (Sandra The Temptress). Her feet were very similar to Miss Harris’s and I was lucky enough to see Sandra’s feet regularly too, even getting to enjoy them the following year. I wasn’t as lucky with Miss Harris, but I still got to admire them most days.
When we were doing our final exams that year, Miss Harris was one of the exam monitors, which meant she patrolled the room, checking for any cheating. The exams took place in the sports hall, with each of us sat at single desks, spaced a couple of metres apart. One of those exam days was my favourite exam ever, as not only was Miss Harris on duty that day, she really put on a foot show too. Her nails were painted gold, matching her gold roman gladiator sandals perfectly. I’d never seen colour matched nails before, but I was instantly hooked. My boner fighting to escape the constraints of my trousers, each time she walked slowly by.
I watched her walk slowly towards me, staring at the world’s sexiest feet as she got closer. Then as I was sat at the back, she walked behind me and then slowly walked away. I could see her heels were soft and her ankles shapely. I had to fight the urge to stroke my ridiculously hard dick. After about the fifth pass by, I noticed a couple of the other guys were watching her too, clearly looking down as she passed by. I’m not sure if they were foot guys too, or if they were simply legs men, admiring her lovely calves visible below her knee length gypsy skirt. That was the day that I first loved seeing a girl wear a gypsy skirt, a look which still appeals to me to this day.
I looked forward to those exam days, hoping she’d be on duty and getting frustrated on the days when she wasn’t. I only saw her a couple more times, before I finished school. The memory of her feet only diminished once I got my first footjob from Sandra the following year. Her feet then taking over as my number one favourite from then until I met Didi a few years later and then Juicy after that.
So why bring up Miss Harris now? Well, after not seeing her for the best part of thirty years, I saw her in a café on Saturday afternoon. She hadn’t really changed, still recognisable, still curvy, still wearing sandals. I was already sat at a table, when she arrived with a guy much younger than her, maybe thirty. They sat at the table next to mine, her feet immediately grabbing my attention. Her toenails still slightly long, painted red and looking sublime. Her gold wedge thong sandals were sexy as hell. I could see her toeprints on the insole when she crossed her legs and dangled the sandal.
It was only after staring at her sexy feet for a while, that I glanced up and saw who they belonged to, as I instantly recognised her. She looked over and smiled, but clearly didn’t recognise me. The biggest regret is that I didn’t have my phone with me, it would have been easy to film her feet from that distance, but my phone was still sat on the kitchen bench at home. She was putting on a show too, flapping her well-worn sandal and swirling her foot around. Scrunching and flexing her toes every few seconds too. My boner seemed to remember her too, this time straining against my running shorts. The urge to stroke it was relentless as I watched her sandal dangling show, the best sandal dangle I’d seen since Sandra all those years ago.
Then, things got even better. She uncrossed her legs and swapped so her right foot was on top this time. My heart leapt as she started stroking her companion’s leg with her toes. He barely reacted and kept talking to her. She flapped the sandal for a while until it dropped off her foot, landing noisily on the wooden floor. She made no attempt to reclaim it, instead stroking her lucky companion’s leg again. I wondered who he was, too young to be her husband, too old to be a student. My mind raced, maybe he was an ex-student who’d been brave enough to admit his love for her feet.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Glancing between her sexy toes caressing his lucky leg and the extremely sexy thong sandal abandoned on the floor. The footprint clear in the well-worn leather, the perfect round prints where her toes sit looked amazing. My boner was now throbbing, as ridiculous thoughts entered my head. Maybe I could somehow grab the sandal, take it into the gents and stroke my poor throbbing dick with it, after licking and sniffing it of course. Maybe she’s about to footjob him under the table, like Didi used to do to me (and others) regularly. Maybe I could ask her to footjob me too. I could even sit next to him so she could footjob us together, one foot each.
I’d finished my coffee and the waitress had collected my cup, So I decided to get another one, not wanting to miss out on the amazing foot show if someone wanted my table. The newspaper I’d been reading still open on the same page for a good ten minutes by this point. I called the waitress over and ordered my second coffee. As she took my order, she blocked my view of the sexy foot scene. I saw her look at my crotch, my obvious boner seemingly to her liking as she smiled and stared a moment too long, before going off to make my coffee. It was only as she walked away, that I noticed she was wearing sandals too. This was becoming a great day.
I looked over at Miss Harris and her companion again, her empty sandal still in the same spot, but her foot now out of sight. She’d raised her leg and her foot was now hidden between his legs. She really was giving him a footjob. I could tell by the slight movement of her leg and the fact that he was now staring down at his crotch. She was a footjob girl after all. From my angle I couldn’t see him below the table, especially as he’d pulled his seat really close to the table, so I had no idea if she was stroking him through his shorts, or if he’d been brave enough to unzip. I know I would have done. She was smiling and looking at him, he was focused on what was going on below the table.
The waitress came back with my coffee, again blocking my view, again staring at my boner as she placed the coffee down. I looked down at her feet and was pleased to see pretty pink toenails and white ankle strap thongs. On any other day, her feet would be the best in the room. She saw me glance at her feet and even wiggled her toes for me, before heading back to the counter.
Back to the foot show, I looked over at Miss Harris just as she looked at me. She smiled, then looked back at her companion. Things had changed in the brief moment that my view was blocked. Her right foot was now back in its sandal. Her left foot now out of view, but no sign of the left sandal. Was she giving him a sandaljob now? Memories flooded back of Didi doing that to me and Juicy giving one to the guy on our wine tour. More ridiculous thoughts… How could I get involved? Would she footjob me too? Could I ask to lick her sandals? Would she let me cum on her sandals as she finishes him off?
My boner was throbbing constantly now, the foot porn happening right next to me was going to tip me over the edge. Her beautiful right foot was now stretched out towards me, the best I’d ever seen. She was looking at me again, smiling as her left leg moved more obviously under the table. I smiled back and looked down at her foot again. She obliged by wiggling her toes for me. She somehow knew I was a foot guy too. I looked around the room, everyone else was oblivious to the foot porn. Only the three of us knew what was happening.
He was getting close now, the tell-tale signs obvious to me, the look of concentration on his face, the trembling of his hands. She was still looking at me, smiling. It was unnerving, but exciting. Then she mouthed to me “You want it?”. “What?” I mouthed back. “My sandal?” she mouthed silently. “Yes” I nodded. She obliged, flicking it across the floor, I reached down and scooped it up. She was still smiling at me. “Go on then” She mouthed. I used the newspaper to block what I was about to do from the rest of the room. I bent forward and sniffed her sexy sandal. Wow, the smell was the best ever, my throbbing dick nearly let go right then. I looked over as she mouthed “lick it”. So, I did. The taste was amazing, very strong, just like Sandra’s sandals had been all those years ago. Like Juicy’s favourite sandals. They’d been worn a lot and her foot sweat was well soaked in.
I licked her toeprints and then the heel area. She was watching me the whole time, smiling like the proud foot girl she was, who was about to be responsible for two guys losing their loads. Her companion oblivious to her secondary game with me as he continued to look down. I licked the toepost and sniffed deeply, this was the best tasting sandal I’d ever had. I looked over at her, as she mouthed “try it on”.
She’d just given me permission to slip her sandal onto my dick. Was this really happening? When was I going to wake up and realise it was just a dream? “Do it” she mouthed again, so I did. I pulled my waistband down below my balls and slipped her wonderful sandal onto my boner. How I didn’t immediately cum, I’ll never know. The leather straps caressed my dick as the insole stroked my shaft and balls, the toepost sat perfectly against the ridge of my glans. She was smiling even more now, as her companion glanced over at me, wondering what she was looking at. If the waitress came over now, she’d see Miss Harris’s sandal perched on my exposed dick.
I wanted to cum so badly and the longer her sandal cradled my dick and balls, the closer I’d get to erupting all over it. I could feel the warmth from her foot on the insole where it touched my dick. “Show me” she mouthed as I glanced over again. I had to show her, but knew it was risky. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching; the coast was clear. So, I lifted myself up enough so she could see my dick and her sandal above the table, the sandal slid further down my shaft so that my glans was clear over the tip of the sole. I tensed up causing the sandal to bounce around as my dick throbbed. Just as I did, her companion looked over again. He looked shocked, but didn’t dwell for long, looking straight back down, then immediately winced and balled his fists up. He’d just cum. I looked down under their table, her leg was no longer moving around. His legs were trembling, and as I looked up, I saw his eyes were now closed.
I lowered myself down again, which caused the sandal to slide against my throbbing dick. Pre-cum leaked out running onto the toepost. I was going to fill this sandal if I wasn’t careful. I looked up and saw the waitress heading my way, what to do? Should I let her see it, or hide it? Sanity took over, so I pulled the newspaper over, covering the scene. Too risky to let her see. She approached Miss Harris’s table and collected their empty coffee cups, not paying any attention to them, then turned and smiled at me, she glanced down like she hoped to see my boner again but smiled at the newspaper before moving off.
I looked over at Miss Harris and saw her left foot now on the floor again. Obvious cum splodges were all over her toes and the thong straps. She was flexing her toes as she continued to smile at me. Her companion was fiddling around below the table, probably tucking his dick away. It was obvious he’d been brave enough to get it out judging by the amount of cum all over her foot.
“Can you?” She mouthed at me, as I looked up from her cummy foot. “Can I?” I replied. “Cum?” she suggested. “Yes” I acknowledged. “Do it” she instructed. It wouldn’t take long. I stroked the sandal up and down a couple of times, which started the reaction, my balls finally letting go. I pulled the sandal off, flipped it around and held it in front of my dick. I then pressed my glans onto the big toe print and erupted over her insole. It wasn’t my biggest load, but the whole toes area was coated in my thick white cum.
I looked over at her and saw she was grinning, her companion was looking at me too, trying to see what I was doing. I looked around before raising the sandal above the table to show them. She seemed pleased with my deposit, he looked jealous. “Smear it around” she mouthed, so I lowered it below the table again and smeared my cum all over the insole with my glans, rubbing it up the slope of the wedge and even around the heel area. I carefully lowered it to the floor under my table and then pulled my shorts over my now semi-erect dick. I looked down and felt proud that I hadn’t spilled a drop.
I really should have looked around before I pushed the sandal back across to Miss Harris. I pushed it with my foot as her greedy right foot reached out to collect it. Her companion was also looking down at the coated sandal. Just as she scooped it up with her big toe under the main strap, the waitress approached. And she’d clearly seen the decorated sandal, her gaze focused on it as Miss Harris slipped her foot slowly home, scrunching her toes in my carefully spread cum. Somehow she got her foot fully home without pushing any cum over the tip onto the floor. Miss Harris didn’t know the waitress was there and jumped slightly as she stepped up alongside her.
The waitress was staring at Miss Harris’s foot, which now had cum squeezed up between her toes. She then looked over at my crotch, clearly putting two and two together. Our worst fears were allayed though, as the waitress simply said “Well Done” to me, before picking up my empty coffee cup and walking back to the counter.
Miss Harris sheepishly smiled at me and then stood to leave. Her companion following suit. His boner was fully erect in his shorts, possibly caused by watching her foot slide over my cum. His dick much bigger than mine by the looks of it. I stared down at her feet as she stepped up to my table. Both feet were very cummy, which made me wonder how easily she’d be able to walk in her barely-there thongs. “Same time next week’ she whispered as she walked towards the door, answering my question immediately with no discernible slipping. Her companion then said, “Not sure how you pulled that off, but well done”.
I replied, “I’m not sure either, but I’m so envious of you”. He smiled, then added “She does it all the time” before he followed her out of the door.
I didn’t know whether to chase after them, or trust what she’d said and wait for next Saturday. The waitress then came over with my bill, I glanced down and saw it had four coffees on it. “I take it you’re paying for their drinks too?” She asked. “Oh yes” I replied, feeling it was worth every cent.
“Who is she?” She asked. “Just an old acquaintance” I replied.
“Nice sandals” she added. “Yes, very” I answered.
She smiled, looking down at her own feet, causing me to follow her eyes and look at her pretty feet and sandals. “Foot guy hey?” She asked. “How can you tell?” I sheepishly replied.
“Indeed. And mine?” she asked putting me on the spot. “Gorgeous” I answered.
“Thanks” she replied, rippling her toes for me, before she turned and walked back to the counter with my credit card. I followed her so I could retrieve my card, once she’d processed the payment.
“Who was the guy?” She asked as she handed my card back. “No idea” I said, as in the dark as the waitress was.
“And he just let you do it?” She questioned. “He was otherwise engaged” I replied, smiling.
“You mean under the table?” She asked, smiling a wicked smile. “Yes, didn’t you see her other foot?” I asked.
“No, but I can imagine it matched her right one” she said chuckling. “Oh yes, in every way” I confirmed.
“Foot girl hey?” she asked. “It would certainly seem so” I agreed.
“Braver than me” she added. “In what way?” I asked, intrigued.
“Two guys like that in public, I never knew such a thing happened outside of a porno movie” She clarified. “Well today it did, and I know other girls who do stuff like that too” I admitted.
“Really, in here?” She asked. “No, but I’ve seen and experienced it in other public places” I added.
“Where?” she asked. “Bars, cafés, Wineries, even at a wedding reception” I explained.
“To you?” She asked. “Yes, and other guys, one didn’t even ask for it” I added, in reference to Didi’s efforts at Danny and Michelle’s wedding years ago.
“Was it that lady?” She asked. “No, an ex-girlfriend” I clarified.
“Who was the victim?” She asked, intrigued. “A kilt wearing groomsman” I said.
“Oh wow, and you watched her do it?” She asked. “Yes, from across the room. I couldn’t see the action, but I saw the outcome” I replied.
“Naughty girl, anyone else know what she did?” She asked. “I didn’t think so at the time, but later found out that the guy’s girlfriend, who was sat next to him knew” I explained.
“Wow, and she just let another girl do that?” she asked. “Yeah, apparently she’d been playing with him under the table just before my ex reached out with her feet. That’s why she was able to get straight to work on him, he was ready for action. The girlfriend saw the tablecloth moving and guessed what was going on. She got up and headed off to the dancefloor and left them to it” I explained.
“And you weren’t jealous?” She asked. “Yes, but not really, she was already my ex by then and I’d already had the same from her earlier that day in a pub” I explained.
“How do you know she actually did it?” She quizzed. “Because I could see her empty sandals on the carpet and couldn’t see her feet. And when she came back to sit with me, she was slipping badly in her shoes and the evidence was obvious” I explained.
“That’s amazing, brave girl. Your acquaintance wasn’t slipping before though” She added, smiling. “Yeah, impressive hey?” I suggested.
“I’ve never tried” She added. “What?” I asked.
“Walking with it in my sandals” She clarified.
“But you have done it with your feet?” I asked, wondering where this was leading.
“Yes, many times. Even with sandals on. But I clean them off before attempting to walk with it. My husband is a sandals guy” she replied, probably giving me the worst answer, I could hope for. “Lucky guy” was all I could muster.
“I enjoy it” She said, winking. “Just with him?” I asked, pushing my luck.
“Yes, only him” She replied, dashing my hopes. “That’s what my girlfriend said” I added.
“You mean she didn’t practice what she’d told you?” she asked sounding intrigued. “Something like that, then I saw her treating her yoga teacher” I replied, remembering watching Juicy through the window of the yoga studio.
“Oh, I see. Well I’m not like that. I tease with the best of them, it’s easy to spot a foot guy, but I won’t do more than that” she clarified. “I respect that. Nice talking to you so openly” I said, before turning to leave.
“Glad you enjoyed your coffee and I’ll try your suggestion tonight” She called after me as I walked towards the door. I just waved over my shoulder and left. Lucky hubby, her feet really are very pretty.
I’m definitely going back there next Saturday, even if Miss Harris doesn’t show up, I’ll still get a foot show!