Enjoy,
DP
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i recently received a large assortment of manolo blaniks from an admirer in new york, who i guess works in a shoe store and somehow gets me quite an assortment because of his devotion to me. sweet huh? those of your who know your manolo's know what a great thing this is...those of you who don't know your manolo's from your choo's know this...manolo's are italy's finest sexy shoe with little strappy stilettos going for up to $1,000 a pair.
anyway, he sent me a box of at least a dozen of the latest styles. so i offered to take him to lunch on my next trip to new york. that trip was a quick in and out in one day last wednesday. i went to my morning meeting dressed somewhat conservatively for me but knowing full well that i was having lunch with my horny, foot-fetishist, fan after the meeting. so i had on a conservative dress, kind of a pucci print (those of you who know this know what i mean, those of you who don't..well it doesn't matter) but underneath i was wearing a classis garter belt with ff stockings and topped them off with orange manolo pumps! oh, did i tell you that there were no panties....yup, free range hairless beaver. not that rare in new york but still gives me a little thrill to know that a slight puff of wind on the street and there will be a twelve cab pileup.
so lunch comes. he wants to go to the fabulous four seasons. this is the bastion of powerbrokers and old-fashioned new york business. he is a nice looking fit guy about 5'8" dark, well groomed, in a suit. the waiter comes to take our drink order and he defers to me...i order a bottle of pellagrino and a pommard. the waiter leaves to fetch our drinks and he and i are making small talk about the weather, travel, my new video, and all the time, he can't take his eyes off my shoes and perfectly manicured toes. so i decide to have a little fun. as he is sitting across from me, i decide to slide my legs under the table and run my right foot up his leg a few times. he is visibly upset and tries to maintain his cool, but he is turning a bit red and beginning to sweat around the collar. he lowers his head a bit and looks up at me with those "i'm so horny i could burst" eyes. he reaches to unbutton his collar, but i tell him no! I whisper to him to remain poised. anticipation is well more than half the fun. don't you agree?
is that walter cronkite over in the corner having lunch with barbera walters? could be, but my companion only has eyes for me.
as he tries to maintain his composure, our drinks arrive. he is perspiring. i make a few more moves up his leg with my shoe, getting periously close to his groin. he is quietly gasping. he grabs for the water, and i tell him, no. i will let him know when he can drink. the waiter pours me a tall glass of pellarino and a nice glass of the french red. i tell the waiter to leave my companion's glass empty.
i take a long satisfying pull from my water glass ending it with an audible "ahhhhhhh". then reach for a sip of the red. delicious. my companion hasn't moved. slowly, i run my foot into his crotch and begin grinding my heel into it. he closes his eyes in pain/pleasure. but quickly has to compose himself as the waiter has reappeared for our order. i get the small salad (a girl has to watch her figure you know) and he orders something or other that we all know he's not going to eat. the waiter leaves and i continue my grinding.
is that the donald working the room? i'd know that hair anywhere. ah, well, what does it matter. our small talk has degenerated into my monologue to him about his fondness for my feet and the torture he is undergoing in the very public place, and him just grunting one word responses, trying to maintain.
our meals arrive, i begin nibbling on the greens, move to my second glass of the wine, and empty the water. he has a not had a morsel or a drop to drink. as i eat, and entice each bit with my tongue and lips, i instruct him to remove the shoe from my foot that is in his crotch. slowly. he does so, and oooooohs as his hands touch the warm leather of the manolos. then i tell him, i would like a foot massage while i eat. he almost goes comatose when he actually feels the real nylon of the ff stockings...none of that lycra spandex stuff. this is the real, smooth deal. as he gently massages my sole, he rubs my foot on his obvious erection in his pants. i encourage that by moving my foot up and down as he massages it.
i continue to finish my salad as he is now in his own world with my nylon covered foot and he is practically sweating through his dress shirt, with perspiration dripping down his forehead.
oh, the donald just walked by our table to the restroom....well, i'm alittle tied up right now for that adventure...
i notice my companion is breathing heavier now and really in his own world. geez, i hope he doesn't pass out. i can feel a little wet spot on the bottom of my foot where the precum has probably soaked through his trousers. sweet torture!
as i see the waiter approaching to get our dessert order, i move my foot quickly up and down really forcefully a few times so that just as the waiter arrives....you guessed it, my companion is cumming in his pants like a stallion with the waiter right here. well my companion is convulsing like he's having a seizure (instead of the orgasm of his life) and the waiter asks me if he needs medical attention. i whisper to the waiter "no, i'm sure he'll be alright in a moment". which of course he was...i got a knowing wink from the waiter. i ordered the creme brulee and watched my companion get his composure back....his breathing began to relax. my foot was really damp from his cum leaking through his pants. i orderd him to go under the table to lick my stockinged foot clean. he dove under the table almost before i could finish the sentence. he was completely hidden under the table cloth and as the waiter appeared with my dessert, he motioned to the now empty chair. i silently motioned to under the table and he smiled and winked at me.
as i cracked the burnt sugar topping on the brulee, my right leg was crossed over my left under the table and my companion was licking it hungrily. after a short while, i handed him a napkin to dry it and instructed him to replace my shoe on my foot.
i completely finished my dessert (hey i only had a salad) and asked for the check. after leaving a huge tip, (it was my treat after all, or was it), i got out of my chair and left. damn if my little kitty wasn't excited and i left a little damp spot on my chair. my companion was still under the table and to this day i wonder how he gracefully extracted himself.
but right on schedule, i received flowers and another box of manolo's today. how sweet.
i hope to see him again soon.
xoxoxoxo, madison
