Marty came around last night and wanted to go out to dinner. I dressed up, more so than I usually do, and waited patiently outside of my flat for him. We went to a really nice restaurant, but naturally, it wasn’t even close enough to being out my league of risqué.

We had asked for a very quiet table out of the way of the others. Marty kept giving me those looks. Not wanting this to go to waste, I slipped off my heels and ran my foot up his leg. My intentions were simple, a foot job in a place where there should never be one.

I felt his cock under my toes. It was hard, and pulsing strong. I found my way to his zip with my toes and pulled his throbbing dick out. Marty moaned a little as my feet stroked him gently under the table.

When the waiter came round, he asked if Marty was ok. I told him he was and shooed him off. I wanted Marty to get off under this table and make this a night he would always remember. My feet rubbed his dick harder and harder, making Marty thrust his cock closer to me.

With my left foot, I grabbed his balls and fondled them with my toes. My right foot was still jacking him off, faster and faster. My pussy was dripping wet and I couldn’t help but put my hands between my legs and start fingering myself.

As my hands vibrated my own clit, my feet worked hard on Marty. He moaned, twisted, and pulsed under my control. I felt his hips moving up and down, wanting to fuck my feet as yet another one of my infamous foot jobs worked him.

I pushed my fingers into myself deeper, fucking myself with every quiet moan from Marty. He reached around and grabbed the table with both hands as his back arched in the chair. I felt the swelling of his cock between my toes just before he came.

He sprayed the table from the underside. His hot juice screamed up my legs, and I fucked myself all the more deeper. Marty fell over the top of the table while my fingers shoved themselves into my pussy. Finally, I hit that moment where I came hard and barely managed to contain my screams of pleasure!

As I regained my breath, Marty turned red as ever. I don’t think he will ever forget that night, nor do I think he will ever even pass that restaurant again without his cock getting hard from the sight of the building.

Vicky x

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