"A Footsie Game" by Unknown Author (reposted by who@why.not). Guest review by Mark Aster. {If anyone recognizes the author of this story, I would certainly like to know who it is - Celeste.}

Whenever I see a story reposted with no author given, I wonder immediately how that happened. A few stories are originally posted that way, of course, by authors who don't want even pseudonymous fame, or direct reader feedback. But more often, I think, the author information gets lost in the long chains of reposting that happen to all stories in our genre (and especially to the good ones). That's better, I suppose, than someone changing the authorship to themselves! Still, if you post someone else's story, do make sure you leave all author and contact information on it. (This is not to imply that who@why.not is the one who snipped the authorship in this case; I have no doubt it happened sometime earlier on.)

Anyway! This is a fun short-short in which the narrator and his probable future sister-in-law have a hot and nicely-described tryst under the table at an engagement dinner, surrounded by family members who have no idea what's going on. This is a kind of "footsie" that I had never imagined! The footsie games that I have described, or been privileged to take part in, have involved just feet and shins and calves, perhaps a knee or a thigh. They are sexy because they're hidden, because all contact is sexy, and because, in general, they suggest that more private and full-body contact is to follow later on. They do not result directly in orgasms!

But this narrator and the lovely woman across the table from him are more imaginative, and more flexible, than that, and this footsie game involves not only feet and legs and thighs, but also a moist and receptive pussy, and a hot and rigid cock. Two very convincing (if, strictly speaking, anatomically unlikely?) orgasms ensue, and they are all the sexier because they follow a long erotic buildup, and because the two must keep their climaxes reasonably well concealed, to avoid inconvenient questions from their tablemates. I'd probably give this story something like an 8 for perfectly fine writing, an 8 for plausible characters, and a 10 for appeal. But I'm an indifferent grader!

There's something very sexy about innocent but forbidden sex, sex between friends, sex almost in public, the footsie under the table, the quiet hand-job in the airline seat, the kiss of lips against labia under the conference table, in the darkness of her neat wool business skirt, her thighs squeezing your cheeks as she tries not to gasp, the taste of clandestine juices...

Excuse me, I have to go now!