Repost - My Lunch with Suzanne
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2003 12:29 am
Reposted from the Yahoo! group. This occurred about 1994/1995 when I was in Colorado. I hope this is new to most of you! 
Most of us, I think, seek experiences with greater and greater
intensity and risk. For some, myself included, the "Holy Grail" of
under the table action is an encounter with a married woman. The
whole "we're not supposed to be doing this" stigma just makes
it all the more arousing and appealing to me.
So far in this life I have only had this pleasure once.
Unfortunately, it was just the two of us at the time, so it wasn't
quite as arousing as it could have been. Here's what happened.
Her name was Suzanne, and she was a short, slim woman with curly
brown hair and dark brown eyes. She sort of reminded me of Pat
Benetar. She worked as a secretary at a construction company that
was doing contract work on our post. I met her through a mutual
friend who was the liaison between the company and our unit. There
was a bit of a spark from the first time we met, but I kept a low
profile because I didn't want any trouble.
Suzanne however, was quite tempting. Great legs, just fantastic, and
I would usually see her at her workplace, so that meant a skirt,
nylons and pumps. From the first moment I saw her dangling one of
her pumps off the ends of her toes, I was hooked!
I'm sure that she saw me watching her because she did everything she
could to show off her legs and ass when I was around.
On one occasion while dropping off some papers, I sat and talked with
Suzanne while the rest of her office was out to lunch. I was in a
chair next to her desk, and she had swiveled in her chair to face me.
She was wearing a tan skirt and nylons, and white pumps. Suzanne
seemed to like those white pumps because she wore them quite a bit.
Three inch heel with closed toe BTW.
Anyway, we were talking, and Suzanne gradually let one of her pumps
slip off of her heel so that it was dangling carelessly off of her
instep. I was more than a little aroused by this, and I had decided
to take off the gloves and see where this relationship was going.
I asked her if her feet were hurting, pointing to her dangling heel.
She smiled and said no, but I could give her a foot massage if I
wanted. Well, I wanted! Ha Ha! Suzanne kicked off the pump (yes,
really kicked, it landed on the other side of the office) and placed
her foot on my knee.
Slowly, methodically, I began to massage her foot through the nylon.
During this time I asked her questions: her shoe size, what was the
shade of polish on her nails was called, how she kept her feet so
smooth, etc. I also told her a bit about reflexology, and why foot
massages felt so good to her. On a side note, take reflexology and
learn how to give a good foot massage, it opens a LOT of doors, trust
me!
Our conversation was light and flirty, and a contented smile stayed
on Suzanne's face during the entire massage. After about 15 minutes
I decided to go, both because I had to, and by cutting our time
short, I hope to leave Suzanne wanting more of me. I retrieved her
empty pump, noting the faded "7" marked on the insole.
I made sure to plant a delicate kiss on Suzanne's instep before
replacing her pump. The bulge in my trousers was very noticeable and
I got another nice wink and a smile from her as I left.
Sure enough, Suzanne called me later that afternoon and we made plans
for lunch the next day at a nearby Chinese restaurant. I was hoping
for the best, and had dressed in some light, loose fitting slacks for
the occasion.
After a few minutes of nervously waiting, I saw Suzanne walk in to
the place. She had her hair cut slightly shorter, and was wearing a
pink jacket, a black t-shirt and white jeans. I was almost feeling
the let-down until she rounded another table, and I saw the white
pumps on her feet, which were in turn covered in white hose.
Yes!
Suzanne slid into the booth across from me, and we made small talk
for a few minutes until the server came to take our order. After
they had left, Suzanne fixed me with an amused look, and then tilted
her head slightly.
At that moment I felt a gentle pressure between my legs. There was
no tablecloth, so I looked down and BINGO! A set of red polished
toes, covered in white nylon was resting on my crotch. The toes
began to slowly flex against me, causing my heart to jump up in my
throat, and the remainder of my blood to rush towards my crotch.
I looked back up at Suzanne with what was probably a shocked but VERY
pleased expression on my face. She didn't miss a beat, and, still
smiling, began to ask me a series of questions.
These questions however, were pretty tame: what exactly I did at
work, friends, hobbies and such. This dry banter was in sharp
contrast to what she was doing to me under the table. Suzanne was
using only the toes and the ball of her foot to stimulate my rapidly
growing hard-on. She would curl her toes for a few seconds, then
apply pressure with the ball of her foot in a circular motion over my
cock.
It seemed Suzanne was testing me, trying to find out if I could keep
my cool under such erotic circumstances. All the while her foot
worked over my crotch she kept up her questions. Above the table she
was all sweetness and friendship, and the casual observer would never
guess she was a married woman giving one of her friends a footjob.
She kept this rhythm up until the server returned with our food.
Suzanne removed her foot from my crotch, and let her toes find their
way up my pants leg. Once she reached bare skin, she stopped, and
left her foot there for the rest of the meal.
I had calmed down a little bit, enough to eat anyway, and Suzanne and
I continued to have a polite and friendly conversation. Once the
dishes were cleared off of our table half an hour later Suzanne's
size seven snaked its way back up between my legs. She rolled the
sole of her foot over my erection, giggling at my barely suppressed
moan.
No longer acting coy, she asked me if it was good, and I panted a
very definite affirmative! Suzanne told me that I had made her foot
feel so good the other day that she thought it was only fair that her
foot make me feel good today.
And it was! Suzanne had increased both the pressure and speed of her
stockinged foot as it passed over my trapped cock. I was squirming
in my seat now, and I told her that I was going to cum in a few
minutes if she kept this up.
Now it was Suzanne's turn to look wide-eyed. "You're going
to cum? Like this?" She asked me, sounding skeptical, but at the same time
pressing into me harder with her foot.
"Yes, I have a foot fetish and this is like a dream come true." I
replied, throwing caution aside.
Her smile was bright and her eyes filled with mischief, and I'll
never ever forget her next words, "Well if you're going to cum I
want to feel it on my foot."
My cock jumped in my pants and I'm sure Suzanne felt it because she
giggled again. Now my wearing these loose pants was going to pay
off! I reached down to unzip my fly, oblivious to the surroundings
and ignoring all possible consequences.
Suzanne felt my fingers slide under the sole of her foot as I tried
desperately to find my zipper. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"You said you wanted to feel it, so I'm taking it out." I panted back.
"No, no, no not here! Someplace more intimate." Suzanne replied,
pulling her foot away and dashing my hopes.
Disappointed, but still riding high from an incredible stockinged
foot tease, I regained my composure to stand, pay the bill and escort
my married mistress to her car.
We did indeed get together at another time, a hotel room, where we
were able to explore each other fully, and I was treated to a
wonderous footjob between Suzanne's nyloned soles. Suzanne had never
used her feet like that before, not even on her husband. But under
my instruction, she quickly caught on, and had me at the brink of
orgasm several times, teasing and pleasing me beyond my wildest
hopes. I was finally able to prove how arousing her feet were when
I soaked her pumping size sevens with cum. It is a treasured memory!
Suzanne and I were able to get together again at a hotel once more after that.
I had to move on shortly after this encounter, and was not able to
have myself and a date invited over to Suzanne's house for dinner.
We did joke about this over the phone, and Suzanne assured me that she would have had one of her pumps off as soon as we were all seated, and
that I would have been red-faced and leaking into my trousers even before
the main course was served. Knowing the power of her stockinged size
sevens, I had no doubt she was correct. It would have been an
incredible test of my self-control.
I am still searching for this test, this ultimate pleasure, and I'll
let you know when I do find it.
DP
Most of us, I think, seek experiences with greater and greater
intensity and risk. For some, myself included, the "Holy Grail" of
under the table action is an encounter with a married woman. The
whole "we're not supposed to be doing this" stigma just makes
it all the more arousing and appealing to me.
So far in this life I have only had this pleasure once.
Unfortunately, it was just the two of us at the time, so it wasn't
quite as arousing as it could have been. Here's what happened.
Her name was Suzanne, and she was a short, slim woman with curly
brown hair and dark brown eyes. She sort of reminded me of Pat
Benetar. She worked as a secretary at a construction company that
was doing contract work on our post. I met her through a mutual
friend who was the liaison between the company and our unit. There
was a bit of a spark from the first time we met, but I kept a low
profile because I didn't want any trouble.
Suzanne however, was quite tempting. Great legs, just fantastic, and
I would usually see her at her workplace, so that meant a skirt,
nylons and pumps. From the first moment I saw her dangling one of
her pumps off the ends of her toes, I was hooked!
I'm sure that she saw me watching her because she did everything she
could to show off her legs and ass when I was around.
On one occasion while dropping off some papers, I sat and talked with
Suzanne while the rest of her office was out to lunch. I was in a
chair next to her desk, and she had swiveled in her chair to face me.
She was wearing a tan skirt and nylons, and white pumps. Suzanne
seemed to like those white pumps because she wore them quite a bit.
Three inch heel with closed toe BTW.
Anyway, we were talking, and Suzanne gradually let one of her pumps
slip off of her heel so that it was dangling carelessly off of her
instep. I was more than a little aroused by this, and I had decided
to take off the gloves and see where this relationship was going.
I asked her if her feet were hurting, pointing to her dangling heel.
She smiled and said no, but I could give her a foot massage if I
wanted. Well, I wanted! Ha Ha! Suzanne kicked off the pump (yes,
really kicked, it landed on the other side of the office) and placed
her foot on my knee.
Slowly, methodically, I began to massage her foot through the nylon.
During this time I asked her questions: her shoe size, what was the
shade of polish on her nails was called, how she kept her feet so
smooth, etc. I also told her a bit about reflexology, and why foot
massages felt so good to her. On a side note, take reflexology and
learn how to give a good foot massage, it opens a LOT of doors, trust
me!
Our conversation was light and flirty, and a contented smile stayed
on Suzanne's face during the entire massage. After about 15 minutes
I decided to go, both because I had to, and by cutting our time
short, I hope to leave Suzanne wanting more of me. I retrieved her
empty pump, noting the faded "7" marked on the insole.
I made sure to plant a delicate kiss on Suzanne's instep before
replacing her pump. The bulge in my trousers was very noticeable and
I got another nice wink and a smile from her as I left.
Sure enough, Suzanne called me later that afternoon and we made plans
for lunch the next day at a nearby Chinese restaurant. I was hoping
for the best, and had dressed in some light, loose fitting slacks for
the occasion.
After a few minutes of nervously waiting, I saw Suzanne walk in to
the place. She had her hair cut slightly shorter, and was wearing a
pink jacket, a black t-shirt and white jeans. I was almost feeling
the let-down until she rounded another table, and I saw the white
pumps on her feet, which were in turn covered in white hose.
Yes!
Suzanne slid into the booth across from me, and we made small talk
for a few minutes until the server came to take our order. After
they had left, Suzanne fixed me with an amused look, and then tilted
her head slightly.
At that moment I felt a gentle pressure between my legs. There was
no tablecloth, so I looked down and BINGO! A set of red polished
toes, covered in white nylon was resting on my crotch. The toes
began to slowly flex against me, causing my heart to jump up in my
throat, and the remainder of my blood to rush towards my crotch.
I looked back up at Suzanne with what was probably a shocked but VERY
pleased expression on my face. She didn't miss a beat, and, still
smiling, began to ask me a series of questions.
These questions however, were pretty tame: what exactly I did at
work, friends, hobbies and such. This dry banter was in sharp
contrast to what she was doing to me under the table. Suzanne was
using only the toes and the ball of her foot to stimulate my rapidly
growing hard-on. She would curl her toes for a few seconds, then
apply pressure with the ball of her foot in a circular motion over my
cock.
It seemed Suzanne was testing me, trying to find out if I could keep
my cool under such erotic circumstances. All the while her foot
worked over my crotch she kept up her questions. Above the table she
was all sweetness and friendship, and the casual observer would never
guess she was a married woman giving one of her friends a footjob.
She kept this rhythm up until the server returned with our food.
Suzanne removed her foot from my crotch, and let her toes find their
way up my pants leg. Once she reached bare skin, she stopped, and
left her foot there for the rest of the meal.
I had calmed down a little bit, enough to eat anyway, and Suzanne and
I continued to have a polite and friendly conversation. Once the
dishes were cleared off of our table half an hour later Suzanne's
size seven snaked its way back up between my legs. She rolled the
sole of her foot over my erection, giggling at my barely suppressed
moan.
No longer acting coy, she asked me if it was good, and I panted a
very definite affirmative! Suzanne told me that I had made her foot
feel so good the other day that she thought it was only fair that her
foot make me feel good today.
And it was! Suzanne had increased both the pressure and speed of her
stockinged foot as it passed over my trapped cock. I was squirming
in my seat now, and I told her that I was going to cum in a few
minutes if she kept this up.
Now it was Suzanne's turn to look wide-eyed. "You're going
to cum? Like this?" She asked me, sounding skeptical, but at the same time
pressing into me harder with her foot.
"Yes, I have a foot fetish and this is like a dream come true." I
replied, throwing caution aside.
Her smile was bright and her eyes filled with mischief, and I'll
never ever forget her next words, "Well if you're going to cum I
want to feel it on my foot."
My cock jumped in my pants and I'm sure Suzanne felt it because she
giggled again. Now my wearing these loose pants was going to pay
off! I reached down to unzip my fly, oblivious to the surroundings
and ignoring all possible consequences.
Suzanne felt my fingers slide under the sole of her foot as I tried
desperately to find my zipper. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"You said you wanted to feel it, so I'm taking it out." I panted back.
"No, no, no not here! Someplace more intimate." Suzanne replied,
pulling her foot away and dashing my hopes.
Disappointed, but still riding high from an incredible stockinged
foot tease, I regained my composure to stand, pay the bill and escort
my married mistress to her car.
We did indeed get together at another time, a hotel room, where we
were able to explore each other fully, and I was treated to a
wonderous footjob between Suzanne's nyloned soles. Suzanne had never
used her feet like that before, not even on her husband. But under
my instruction, she quickly caught on, and had me at the brink of
orgasm several times, teasing and pleasing me beyond my wildest
hopes. I was finally able to prove how arousing her feet were when
I soaked her pumping size sevens with cum. It is a treasured memory!
Suzanne and I were able to get together again at a hotel once more after that.
I had to move on shortly after this encounter, and was not able to
have myself and a date invited over to Suzanne's house for dinner.
We did joke about this over the phone, and Suzanne assured me that she would have had one of her pumps off as soon as we were all seated, and
that I would have been red-faced and leaking into my trousers even before
the main course was served. Knowing the power of her stockinged size
sevens, I had no doubt she was correct. It would have been an
incredible test of my self-control.
I am still searching for this test, this ultimate pleasure, and I'll
let you know when I do find it.
DP
