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Archive name: feet.txt (MF, public)
Authors name: Anonymous Author 
Story Title : Feet
Edited by Kathy (The Kristen Archives)

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"There are times when you have to turn off your mind and think with
your balls," Michael thought idly.

Eight years of blissful, loyal marriage had not stymied his vivid
fantasies of making love to other women.  Even the joys and rigors of
parenthood had not dampened his intense imagination.  He had gone
through phases where he actually thought about other women while making
love to his wife.  In spite of his fantasies, he still had deep
feelings of personal contentment as well as pride in the fact that he
had never even touched another woman in the ten years since he met his
wife.

"Enjoy your meal sir."

Michael's introspective reverie was interrupted by the turbaned waiter
who slipped a menu on his dish.  Sitting in the Indian restaurant
browsing the tandori dishes on the twelve page menu, he couldn't help
stealing glances at his soon-to-be sister-in-law.  She was without
question one of the best looking women he had ever seen.  She noticed
his peeking over his menu and smiled playfully at him.

A fashion model-turned stewardess, Karen had received a lot of
attention from many different men in her 22 years.  She had exquisite,
long legs, a near perfect figure, large, wide-set, dark eyes, and short
well-kept black hair.  It was her grace, posture and grooming, however,
that set her apart from most other girls.  Tonight she was wearing a
stunning black evening dress, a bit too much makeup and some gaudy
sparkling jewelry.

Michael's in-laws were celebrating Karen's engagement to Marshal.
Marshal was Michael's body-builder brother-in-law, the obnoxious
younger brother of Michael's wife.  Somehow the seating arrangement had
placed Karen opposite Michael at the foot of the table against the
wall.  It's interesting how such random circumstances can sometimes
lead to high adventure.

Michael shifted positions in his chair to concentrate on the menu.  His
foot accidentally touched Karen's under the table and he looked at her
with a startled, embarrassed  expression.  Her eyes twinkled, and a
faint smirking smile crossed her mouth but she didn't meet his
apologetic gaze.  Her legs were extended and her feet remained in
harm's way under his chair.  When the appetizers arrived, Michael
turned to feed his two-year-old son.  Again his foot brushed Karen's.
Again she ignored his startled glance.

The dinner went on with good food, and even better conversation. The
wine flowed, and the lights dimmed. They were all having a great time,
and Michael began to enjoy the occasional touches that kept 'happening'
under the table with Karen. She kept ignoring his glances when they
occurred, but then picked up the conversation just after a contact, 
and seemed to be very interested in anything he had to say.

Michael had drunk more that his share of wine, and his wife had pointed
this out to him, to his annoyance. Karen bad just about kept up with
him glass for glass, and was rubbing his shin with her foot in an
unconscious way as they discussed the earth-shaking event of the day.

In a fit of blind, drunken betrayal to his ten years of fidelity,
Michael carefully took off his shoes and put one stockinged foot on
Karen's instep.  Without hesitation, she took another fork full of
salad and continued her cheerful conversation with her fiancée.  Her
feet remained squarely parked under Michael's chair.

Michael timidly put his other foot on Karen's, hesitated a few
seconds, then slowly and carefully, with both his feet, removed her
shoe.  He manipulated her foot up onto his own chair then slowly and
gingerly slipped his right foot along her left leg, up under her dress
to her thigh.  It was only then that he noticed she was wearing
stockings and garters instead of panty hose.

His foot hesitated several seconds on her bare thigh.  Her demeanor,
conversation, and outward appearance betrayed nothing of their little
"footsies" game under the table.  Michael, on the other hand became
quite pale.  His heart was pounding and he had a very hard erection.

"Oh my god!" he gasped to himself.  "This can't be happening to me!!"

Then Karen took the initiative.  She put her left foot squarely on his
erect penis and simultaneously slipped forward in her chair,
maneuvering her vagina under Michael's foot.  Michael quickly moved the
table cloth to cover his lap.  Karen began stroking his penis, sliding
her foot up and down in his lap.  Michael burrowed his foot between
Karen's legs and began manipulating his toe in an area he hoped
contained her clitoris.  She helped him find her hot-spot with slight
movements of her thighs and pelvis.

They sat stroking each others' genitals, while outwardly ignoring each
other for several minutes.

As the dinner progressed, Karen became more aroused.  Michael noticed
her cheeks flush and saw her occasionally inhale sharply.  Her foot on
his penis became sloppy.  Soon she stopped stroking his crotch entirely
and pushed herself harder against each stroke of his foot.  His
foot manipulations and her pelvic movements merged into an almost
coital rhythm.  Michael was afraid her increasingly strenuous movements
were going to give them away, but his hypnotic fascination by her
intense beauty and blind, hot sexual arousal made him continue
manipulating his foot in her lap.

Karen started shivering and lost the rhythm of their mutual
masturbation.  She held her breath for a few seconds, then sighed
softly once, twice, and again.  During her final heavy sigh, she
shuddered deliriously and relaxed her legs completely.  Then she
started chewing her food again, gave an appreciative, loving glance at
Michael, and began manipulating his penis through the material of his
pants in earnest. She could feel his erection and began to massage
him with both of her feet. Back and forth, up and down, manipulating
his hard-on, and all the time smiling at him with a sparkle in her
eyes.

Now his pleasure had her full attention, and she seemed to know a lot
about how to please a man.  She alternated between massaging the head
of his cock with her toes and stroking the entire length of his penis
down to the root with the ball of her foot.  She applied just the right
amount of pressure.  Michael started smiling, caught himself, and made
small talk with his two-year-old son.

Karen slowly increased the pressure and tempo of her movements and
Michael knew he was going to come in his pants.  He slipped his cloth
napkin into his lap, and nonchalantly - undercover of the napkin -
opened the fly of his slacks, reaching down and pulling his engorged
penis out around from the elastic leg band of his underwear, all the
time looking interested in the general conversation. Karen's eyes
widened as she felt his hot pre-come slicked bare flesh against
the soles of her nylon stockinged feet. At the same time his left hand
stroked Karen's calf gently and lovingly, trying to put love and gratitude
into the smile he flashed at her.

Karen settled into a steady rhythm, stroking the length of Michael's
shaft with the entire sole of her foot.  She glanced at his face every
few minutes to gauge how she was doing.

Finally, Michael could not hold back any longer.  Turning his head away
from the others, so they wouldn't see the contortions of the consuming
pleasure playing across his face, he shot his load into the napkin in
five unbearably intense strokes.  Karen felt the semen flowing through
Michael's hard, hot penis and broke into a faster, harder pumping
action with her foot. His sperm had messed his pants and Karen's nylons
Michael was sure that everyone could smell his seaman, knew that the
must -- but only Karen seemed interested in what had just happened
to him.

In spite of all the bizarre circumstances, it was one of the most
intense orgasms Michael ever had.  As the last after-shocks washed
through him, Karen reduced the pressure, speed, and intensity of her
foot manipulations, softly milking the last drops of semen from
Michael's still-erect cock.

Michael again put his hand under the table and stroked her calf
appreciatively, then manipulated her foot back into her shoe.

Two months later, Michael learned that Marshal had broken off his
engagement.  Michael never learned the exact details or reasons and
never saw Karen again.

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