A Chance Encounter
(Posted on Wednesday, April 3, 2002)
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Sometimes one is in the right place at the right time with the right person in the right circumstances, as was the case with me when I recently was invited to a private screening of a producer's movie. I had done some post production work for the movie, so I was fortunate enough to have been invited.

I estimated that there were about 65 of us at the screening at the producer's home in the hills of Hollywood. A good number of the people at the screening were in the entertainment business, but many were friends of these invited guests and some of them had nothing to do with our business. I had come alone, so I was pretty much free to wander about before the screening and chat to my heart's content. Most of the people there were with their respective wives, husbands or significant others, but that doesn't mean that no flirting was going on. It was.

As you can imagine, especially at such a private event, almost all of the women there were highly attractive and nicely coifed with their expected manicures and pedicures. A few of the women there caught my eye. In fact, most of them did. How could they not? I studied the place pretty well as I am a student of human nature and love to people watch. I am a fairly decent judge of character and studious enough to more or less know the status of the guests, whether or not they are in love, just out to use one another as is oftentimes the case in Hollywood, or if there was some kind of turmoil going on within a certain relationship.

A couple of so-called startlets were in the crowd, but they were of no real interest to me as they were too young for me to be pursuing. Besides, the guys who were escorting them were like hawks, ever watchful and obviously very territorial about their mates. A couple of the people clearly had a bit too much to drink, but they were often fun to chat with since a lot of interesting truths come out. Dirty laundry in this town can be pretty fascinating.

The neat thing about these parties, too, is that a lot of the women often wear shoes that flatter their feet, and many wear shoes that accent the feet themselves, such as those wearing high fashion leather strap sandals or open-toed shoes, which are usually some kind of high heel. After all, this is California! It is a great place for a foot fetishist to be, and there were a lot of great feet to be seen.

I soon found myself out by the pool. It was obviously heated because steam was rising from it quite abundantly. Sitting and standing around the pool were people chatting away, having a good time. Well, most of them anyway. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an attractive couple who were clearly a bit peeved at one another. The man was very handsome. The woman was breathtaking. As I got closer, they calmed down a bit, but I could still hear their argument. It was clear that they were married. Basically, the woman was bitching at her husband about carousing around, and in particular, making a fool of himself by trying to pick up one of the young starlets in the crowd who had been hanging on to his every word. From what I could hear, this happened quie a bit.

Apparently this man was some important casting director or producer or someone who had some weight in this town, but I didn't know who he was myself. I guess that startlet did. The man firmly told his wife to calm down about it and that he was just doing some business that needed to be done, and then he walked off to go talk to the startlet.

This guy's wife was stunning, though she was probably in her early to mid 40's. Still, she was very, very attractive and her feet were to die for, that's for sure! She was wearing high heel leather sandals that showed off almost every inch of her gorgeous feet. It was clear that she took great care in maintaining her fabulous feet. From her tantilizingly smooth looking heels to each and every toe, they were in perfect shape. She had high arches and well shaped toes that were perfectly proportioned for her size 8 1/2 feet. I could see that they were a size 8 1/2 because by then I was only a few inches from her feet as I had just sat down only a foot away from where she was standing, and I could see the imprint on the shoe telling me the shoe's size.

I suddenly realized that I was practically staring at her feet and almost drooling in awe from the sight I was seeing. I looked up to see this woman smile at me slightly before I broke the silence. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that you have such perfect feet."

"You think so?" she asked. She didn't seem upset at all. In fact, she seemed to appreciate the attention.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed. Then I pointed out to the man who had just left. "Is he your husband?" I asked.

"He might not be for long," she answered with a laugh.

I laughed with her. Teasing her, I said, "Well, just let me know when you are available."

"How about now," she laughed again.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed to her. "Where are my manners?" I said rhetorically as I got up to give her my seat. "Please, have a seat."

"Oh, thank you." She said to me as she sat down.

Suddenly another couple of seats became available when a few people got up to cruise the place as one of them said to me, "Here, take mine. You can keep it warm for me until I get back, but don't worry about saving it in case you feel like leaving."

"Thanks," I said to the man as he walked away.

"That was nice," this woman said to me.

"Yeah it was," I answered back. "By the way, my name is Bob. I know, I know, there are a lots of people named Bob in this world, but that's really my name."

"Hi Bob. My name is Carol," she said. Pointing towards the house she added, "That's my husband, Bob, and don't make a joke about it," she warned, "There are a lot of people named Bob."

"Okay," I said slowly with an amused smile on my face. Then feeling rather playful, I grabbed at the toes of her right foot, which was crossed over her left foot over her ankle. "And what are their names?" I laughed somewhat awkwardly.

"Ohh, that tickles," she said as she pulled back her foot. "Am I right in thinking that you have some kind of foot fetish?" She asked.

"Guilty as charged," I admitted. "Am I that obvious? But then, with feet like yours, who wouldn't have a foot fetish?"

"Thanks," she said. "I do try to keep them in good shape."

"Well, you have done a superb job," I told her truthfully. "I'm not kidding. I'm in heaven!"

"Thank you again. That's very kind of you."

Suddenly Carol's husband showed up. "Typical," I thought. "The moment that he sees his wife having what looks like a good time with another man, even as he flirts with some young starlet, he has to break up the fun."

But Carol was cooing with the pride of my attention as she warmly introduced me. I think that she wanted to rub it in a little as she spoke to her husband. "Honey, this is Bob." Then she laughed out loud. I then noticed that Carol was a bit plastered. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before. Okay, she wasn't plastered, but she was feeling very, very good from all of the wine that she had been drinking.

Her husband didn't seem too pleased with the attention that I had been giving his wife and she didn't help matters much, either. Suddenly he seemed rather sober despite all of the wine that he, too, had drunk that evening.

She continued by announcing to her husband, "Bob here has a foot fetish and he's in love with my feet." She playfully added, "I think my feet are going to divorce you and marry him, isn't that right Bob?" She put an arm over my shoulders and stood there with a smile on her face.

I could see that Carol was just kidding around. To my relief, her husand seemed to sense this as well and relaxed.

Just then, the little starlet who was still by Bob's side said, "Oooh, I love guys who have a foot fetish." Then she leaned towards me, slipped one of her feet out of one of the pumps she was wearing and asked, "So what do you think?"

Her feet were well cared for, too. Her toenails were pefectly pedicured with a complimentary pink polish that showed off her tanned skin. I sensed a definite opportunity here with this young woman, but my fiendish mind wanted to get in one last dig against Carol's husband just because I was sure that Carol was one of the sweetest women on the planet and I felt that she deserved more support. So I said, "You have very nice feet," and then looking down upon Carol's feet once again, I continued by saying, "but Carol's feet ... OH ... MY ... GOD ... they are perfection!" And they were, too, especially with that candy apple red that showed off her perfectly pedicured toenails. Turning quickly to Carol's husband, I said, "Don't get upset. It's simply the truth. Your wife has the PERFECT feet!"

My peripheral vision told me that Carol was beaming, and rightly so. Her feet were truly a magnificent example of truly great feet. Once I saw that Carol was feeling good, I turned to the starlet and said, "But hey, you know very well that you have great feet, too, now don't you?"

"Yeah," she said. "People always tell me that." That was all that the little starlet needed to hear. She wasn't sophisticated enough to realize that I had clearly chosen Carol's feet over hers. I could see that Carol knew this as well.

Suddenly an announcement was made that the movie was about to be screened. As we all headed for the private theatre that was located right there next to the house, Carol quickly grabbed me and whispered into my ear, "Thanks. You made me feel like a million bucks." Then she awkwardly added, "How can I ever repay you? My husband really needed to be taken down a peg or two."

I didn't know exactly what she meant by that, though I did have an idea, and I just smiled at her with an understanding admiration that Carol clearly felt from me when I looked into her eyes. I didn't want to say anything that her husband might hear, so I remained quiet. Carol smiled back at me saying, "Have fun," and then scurried ahead to catch up with her husband who had walked ahead of us to get a good seat. He was already in the theatre by then. I don't know what happened to that little starlet, but I found myself alone again, which was perfectly fine with me.

By the time that I had gotten into the theatre, the seats were filled up. However, there were people being ushered just ahead of the front row and into a sunken room that I found out later was sometimes used as an orchestra pit or an informal meeting place depending on what was going on. On this evening, since there was a screening going on, a number of oversized throw pillows were strewn about the sunken room's carpeted floor. As it turned out, that sunken room was a very comfortable place to be. And to my great surprise and pleasure, both Carol and her husband were sitting there, too. As it turned out, there were only a couple of spots available to sit and one of them was right where I wanted to be.

The theatre wasn't yet dark as there were some announcements to be made before the movie started, but the place was still pretty dimly lit. I looked behind me to see about 6 rows of plush stadium style seating, split in two by an aisle with 4 seats on each side of the aisle. That meant 48 people were in the seats while about a little over a dozen of us were comfortably sitting or lying in the pit. Most people were kind of lying back against these big throw pillows, as was Carol's husband, while a handful of people were lying flat on top of smaller pillows as was Carol. Even in the sunken room, the movie screen was at eye level, so it was easy to see the screen from anywhere in the room and from any seating or lying position. This intimate private theatre had been planned out well.

What made me drool about Carol's position was that Carol was lying flat on her stomach and resting comfortably with a smaller throw pillow underneath her head and upper arms. Her husband was sitting backwards against a large throw pillow, facing the screen of course, and he had his right arm resting upon Carol's back. I was behind them in the corner of the sunken room, lying against a large throw pillow as was Carol's husband. Behind me was a small wall about eighteen inches high and then a slanted floor that went up to the first row of seats.

Just to my left was a pillar about two feet high and four feet long. Across the room was a similar pillar. Apparently both pillars contained some electrical equipment and other items. What was great about where I was sitting was that to my right was nobody, just an aisle and then a wall about six feet away. To my left there were a couple of people, but they were almost across the room on the other side and both of them were seated in such a way that they couldn't really see me even if they were to look across. They'd see the pillar and part of me, but that would be it. I was more or less there by myself in a rather secluded section of the sunken room. Kind of to my left and just past the pillar was Carol's husband, Bob. Neither one of us could see each other at all unless we stood up and glanced over the pillar itself.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I saw Carol's feet lying right there at my side. The only thing that I didn't like was that she still had her high heeled leather sandals on, though admittedly, her feet still looked fantastic and very sexy. Her legs were lying alongside the pillar with her upper torso next to her husband and he had no clue as to how we were really positioned. I figured that maybe this was one of the reasons that the two of them were obviously having some problems. He simply didn't pay much attention to what was going on in Carol's life. Then again, if anyone were to see them now, it looked as if they were a loving couple. His right arm was lying over Carol's back and he seemed to be affectionately giving her a bit of a neck massage. She was actually face down upon the pillow with her head resting on top of her folded arms, as if she was going to take a nap right there.

Our host of the evening, the film's producer, said a few words, let us know that he wished that we would enjoy his film, and then the film began. I had actually already seen the film in the editing room a few times and was only really there to show my support. Of course, on this evening I now had ulterior motives, but I had to start out slowly just in case I had misread Carol's earlier messages that she liked me and was openly accepting of my foot fetish.

Just right after the movie had started, even before the opening credits had ended, I reached over with my left hand to slip a couple of fingers in between Carol's right sole and her high heeled sandal. Because her arches are high, I was able to slip my fingers in there pretty easily. I didn't want to startle her by tickling her foot, so I barely touched her sole just to see if there would be some kind of positive response from her. I wanted her to give me some kind of sign that it was okay for me to be fondling her feet.

For all I knew, she may have simply been nice to me just to have a conversation and wasn't really all that interested in the fact that I have a foot fetish. She either didn't seem to notice me touching the sole of her right foot, or she didn't care that I was touching her there. Whatever the case was, she left her foot right where it was. To test the situation further, not knowing for sure if she had noticed me playing with her foot or not, I slowly dragged my extended two fingers along the right sole of her foot to the back of her heel. Still, there was no reaction.

I was amazed at how soft her feet seemed to feel, but then I was barely touching the sole of her foot, so it was really hard to tell for sure just how soft her feet really were. My heart was pounding a mile a minute as I got bolder about fondling her foot. As I slowly continued to drag my fingers along the sole of her right foot, I got to the point where her shoe touched her heel. I couldn't go any further without making it clear that I was playing with one of her feet. I nervously slipped my fingers out from in between the sole of her right foot and her high heeled leather sandal and traced the outside line of her heel around and to the other side of her foot. Still, there was no reaction from her.

I decided to get a little bolder and tugged ever so slightly the thin back strap of her sandal in an upward motion to lift the strap of her sandal off the heel of her foot. But then I got a little nervous and stopped. "What if she didn't yet know that I had been touching her foot?" I thought to myself. As anxious as I was, I didn't want to ruin anything by being too bold.

Suddenly Carol bent her knee and drew her right foot back towards her and down against her ass. I panicked. For a second I thought that she was going to turn around and tell me to stop, but she didn't. Instead, she adjusted the back strap of her right sandal without even looking back towards me and I thought that she was making sure that it was firmly around her ankle and didn't really want me to be playing with her feet. But when she just as quickly laid her foot back down, actually brushing against my left leg because I was so close, it seemed as if she had actually slipped the back strap of her sandal completely off of her right heel. Her shoe was still on her feet, but ... "Can I be that lucky?" I thought to myself. "Surely I must be dreaming," I thought some more.

But I wasn't dreaming. Even though it was pretty dark in the theatre, I was so close to her feet that I could see that she had slipped that back strap of her right sandal off of her heel. I was confused, but I was also turned on enough to continue where I had left off. Again I slipped a couple of fingers in between her right sole and the shoe itself. This time I pressed down a little harder as I glided my fingers along the sole of her foot, back towards her heel. And this time I could see that Carol scrunched her toes a little as I got nearer to the heel of her foot.

"She doesn't mind," I thought to myself, so I continued. From the heel of her foot clear up to the soft, slightly wrinkled pads of her toes, I caressed her foot with my fingers, massaging every inch of the sole of her foot with my fingers. Man, were her feet soft! Unbelievably soft! At one point her leather sandal had slipped so far down off of her foot that I thought I'd just slip it off completely, and I did.

As I touched her left foot just like I had done with her right foot earlier, Carol's left foot inched towards me ever so slightly and sandwiched itself in between the plush carpet and the back of my left leg. Her toes curled up to give me a quick massaging caress to the back of my leg in an apparent appreciation of what I was doing. I was so glad that she was not only alright with what I was doing, but that she was also encouraging me to continue.

After a while, I slowly removed the leather high heeled sandal from her left foot, too, so that both of her feet were now at my side with those soft soles of hers beckoning me to do more. I quickly looked over to my left and saw that nobody was in my line of vision. There was nobody to my right, so I turned behind me and happily noticed that if I scrunched down low enough, there would be nobody in my line of vision to see anything that was going on. Besides, in this kind of crowd, even if people did notice me playing with Carol's feet, they wouldn't even bat an eyelash. Well, maybe somebody with a foot fetish would.  :-)

Carol didn't seem concerned about anyone seeing what I was doing to her feet. She just laid there as if she was simply watching the movie in front of her. I couldn't see her husband from where I was, so I felt that I had fairly unlimited freedom to have a little foot fetish fun with Carol's scrumptious feet. I twisted myself around a little so that I could place Carol's sexy feet in my lap. Her soles were facing me as I once again carefully explored every inch of her size 8 1/2's. I followed every line, every little crevice, and adored the wrinkly soles that she had. Once in a while I would hold the heels of Carol's feet together and down upon my lap with one hand while raking the soles of both of her feet with my other hand. I was careful not to do this too hard or for a prolonged period as it was clear that Carol's feet were wonderfully ticklish. I didn't want her busting a gut in the theatre.

Carol would try to pull her legs towards her a little whenever I tickled the soles of her feet, but that just caused me to get rock hard as she struggled discreetly within my grasp. I soon had my cock poking out through my boxers and up from my unzipped Dockers. Pre-cum had worked its way onto the tip of my penis and some of it had dropped onto the soles of Carol's feet. Soon my cock was bobbing up in between her feet as I held them together and tickled her soles.

Carol did her best to be as discreet as possible, but I could see her legs tightening together as her arms disappeared underneath her torso. I couldn't tell for sure, but I was pretty certain that she was masturbating herself as I tickle tortured her feet while my cock continued to pump in between her soles as those srumptious soles pressed against my cock. It must have been hard for her to keep quiet because her feet are so ticklish, but again, I tried not to get too carried away. I wanted to tickle her harder and faster, but under the circumstances, that wouldn't have been very fair to her. At least not then.

Luckily for us, however, there was a prolonged part of the film that was very noisy and came up just at the right time. The theatre's speakers were up at full blast it seemed, but that was perfectly fine by me considering what I planned to do next. I knew that it would be very noisy for a while with a lot of heavy action on the screen, so I took advantage of it by deciding to tickle the soles of Carol's feet much harder as my cock continued to receive pressure from the soles of Carol's feet. Had I not been firmly holding onto both of her ankles, she would have surely bolted up from the suddenly heavy tickling that I was now giving her soles. She pressed the soles of her feet so hard against my throbbing cock that it almost hurt, but instead, I suddenly climaxed as gobs of my cum shot all over the soles of her feet.

My cum would have shot high into the air had I not covered my cock with my hand. It was a powerful climax. Carol obviously had an enormous orgasm. She reached back with her right hand to grab my left hand and draw it up underneath her black leather skirt so that I could see for myself just how wet she had gotten. It was then that I realized that the top part of Carol's leather skirt had been unzipped and pulled apart so that her pussy was pressed down upon the plush carpet where she had been masturbating herself. She was sopping wet. Sopping wet!

Up until now she hadn't turned back towards me, and she still didn't. The movie's prolonged action scenes were still unfolding and everyone it seemed was engrossed in the film as the movie's sound track continued to blare it's music and action sound effects. It was surreal moment for me. For her, too, as I was to find out later on.

Taking a handkerchief from my coat pocket, I padded down Carol's soaked pussy as discreetly as I could. I highly doubted that anyone had a vantage point to that part of he body, but I was careful about it nonetheless. Fortunately for me, I had earlier on stuffed a bunch of tissue paper in a couple of my coat pockets. I always did this whenever I attended parties. Invariably my tissue paper would be used for something, usually spills, but not anything like this.

I wiped off my cum from Carol's soft soles and quickly kissed each of her feet before laying them back down upon my lap after once again buttoning up my fly. By then the movie was about half over. I knew that despite the total satisfaction of what I had just experienced, I wanted to do a lot more. I again began playing with Carol's feet by lightly brushing my fingers along every nook and cranny of each of her feet. They felt wonderful in my hands and underneath my fingers.

Knowing that I was pretty much out of view from everyone, I carefully lifted Carol's right foot and started to lick her sole all over, from her heel to each and every toe. Carol gave me encouragement by occasionally brushing her left foot across my lap, which only proved to get my cock rock hard again. The I carefully and sensuously began sucking on each of her toes until they were wrinkled from the wetness and attention that my mouth and tongue were giving them. I did the same thing with her left foot and repeated this discreet scene until the end of the movie was coming up.

I carefully slipped each of Carol's high heeled leather sandals back onto her feet just before the ending credits began to role. As the movie ended and people began to get up to hit the bathrooms and to chatter away again, Carol coyly turned to me and said, "Oh, hi. I didn't even see you there."

"Oh, me either," I said with a straight face.

Before either one of us left, we handed each other our business cards. Turning to her husband, Carol said to him, "It's just business honey, just business."

I smiled as the two of them walked away. He was arguing with her about something. "Hmm, I wonder," I thought to myself. "Nah."

I couldn't help but to stare at those delciously sexy feet as they disappeared from my view. But before they had gone for good, Carol turned back my way, bent her knee to lift her right foot up towards her, made an adjustment to the back strap of her high heeled leather sandal, and then smiled at me with a come hither look.

This was not the last time that I would see her.