Cara
(Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2000)
This story was submitted by Sean.

I had known Cara for 4 or 5 years now. We had gone out at one point, but it only lasted a few months or so. We still hung out because we had mutual friends, but I always suspected that she still wanted something more. She was one of the only girls that had figured out about my thing for feet and nylons, and she used it as much as possible when we went out. She kept my secret safe, but every once in awhile I would catch her glancing at me and dangling a shoe off of her little foot, perhaps trying to grab my attention (which is usually what happened).

My friends like to go out to dinner fairly often and one night we picked up Cara from a formal party that she had been at with her brother. She told us that she had been drinking beforehand, so she was feeling a little tipsy, being a lightweight and all. She was wearing dark black pants, black suede high heels, and a tight gray sweater.

That night it happened to only be me, Cara, and two other girls whom Cara and I both knew. We sat down at a table in the far corner of the restaurant and ordered a few drinks to start off the meal. Cara wasn't in need of any alcohol at all considering the way that she was slurring her words, but she ordered a drink anyway.

After we had finished our first round of drinks and ordered our meal, I began to realize how drunk Cara really was. I began to feel both of her feet sliding their way past my knee. I looked up at her nervously not wanting to give away my secret, but she continued up my inner thigh until both of her feet were resting on my chair inches away from my now-growing hard-on.

This was something Cara used to do when we went out, she wouldn't ever put her feet in my lap right away, she would always tease first. This teasing included rubbing her feet together about 2 inches from my crotch so that I could hear the sound of her nyloned feet rubbing against each other until she felt she had teased me enough. Tonight was no different.

I hadn't realized it before, but Cara was wearing sheer black nylons and a deep shade of red polish on her toenails. She slid one toe up and down the top of her other foot making the most unbearable noise that only I could hear. My cock was now fully erect and pushing against my zipper. I couldn't believe this was happening right then. Cara never used to do this around people.

Just as I began to be able ignore the sound of Cara rubbing her little feet together, she slid them both around my shaft and gripped me tightly through my pants. I tried to keep my composure as Cara began her routine on me. She had done this enough to know exactly what I wanted and exactly how much I could take. I looked up at her pleadingly as if to say, "Don't do this here," but she just gave me a smile and a little wink and began sliding the ball of one foot up and down the underside of my cock head.

I could feel my cock sliding out of my silk boxers. "I knew that I shouldn't have worn those damn things tonight." I thought to myself. Now only one layer of cloth separated me from Cara's warm little feet. She then began to get a little carried away, forgetting that we were in a restaurant with people as she slid her foot up closer to my belt. Her flexible toes began to unhook the belt buckle and I reached under the table trying to grab her foot. That's when our friends looked at me and asked me what I was doing. I thought quickly and said something about "dropping my fork."

That's when Cara thought more quickly than me for the first time all night. "I'll get it." She said innocently. As she slid half of her body underneath the table looking for my fork, I suddenly felt her grab at my zipper and quickly pull it down. I couldn't believe what she was doing. She came back up smiling and everyone went about their normal conversations.

I saw the two other girls facing each other so I looked at Cara and mouthed the words, "please stop" to her for fear that she would somehow give away not only my fetish, but also that she had been sliding her feet all over my crotch while our friends were at the table. Her response to my plea was her pushing one of her feet into my open zipper and wiggling it around inside, trying to get a little nylon on my now exposed cock.

She finally was able to swing me out underneath the table and this was where I knew that I was done for.  Cara was the greatest footjob giver I had ever been with and I knew that she was going to use her skills against me tonight. She immediately went to work on me, gripping me between her nyloned arches and sliding quickly at first, then stopping to tickle the head of my cock with her toes. The nylon made her feet all slippery, causing them to glide flawlessly over my shaft.

I could hardly sit still. Cara, in the meantime, was just leaning all the way back in her chair, staring at every move I made and reacting to my facial expressions with her feet. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was about to cum. I tried to hold it, but Cara wasn't allowing me to. I felt like I was about to explode when Cara slid both of her feet down to my balls and began playing with them instead of finishing me off.

I looked up at her surprised and a little nervous now. Here I was all set to shoot and she was just sitting there smiling seductively. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. As soon as she felt that I was ready, she gripped my cock between her soles again. She studied my movements to see which stroke was making me squirm more or bite my lip harder. She pressed one foot onto my sac and then began stroking my length with her silky sole.

Her tiny foot was barely the size of my erection, but she was working the entire length of it expertly while the toes on her other foot began tickling my balls. I couldn't hold it anymore and she licked her lips knowing that I wanted something to finish me off. I felt the cum shoot out of me as she grabbed me between her feet again and jerked me until I was done.