Red Heels

Adam should have been having a great time - a trip away at a fancy hotel by the beach and meeting up with old friends usually does wonders for the mood. But no, he was currently moping, seeing Jennie again had dragged him all the way back to how he'd felt back then - dejected, rejected. He had hoped with time he'd be less enraptured by her, but no - he was as helpless as ever.

She was currently sitting across from him at dinner, one leg thrown over the other, just dangling her foot out there to the side of the table. Her bright red heels contrasting against her delicate white ankles. He couldn't see any more skin - cute jeans that hugged her toned calves came next. Beyond that... well, that wasn't something he could think about at the moment. Her ankles though, looked so perfect. How he'd love to take each perfect foot and worship it.

Adam sighed and sat back, scratching at his rough beard as he tried to look away. Movement caught his eye again. She was bobbing the foot up and down now. Innocently, in contrast with his own thoughts. Tearing his eyes upward he caught Jennie's eye. She was looking at him, watching his tired green eyes. Enraptured he could only hold her gaze a moment, her bright eyes framed in striking black, before looking away.

He willed every thought in his head through that tenuous connection. Trying desperately to convey how much she meant to him. How much he adored her. His heart poured out through his eyes, and was met with... nothing. A slight tilt of her head as if to ask "what's up?" before Adam broke contact and looked away, embarrassed. No chance. She'd spent years humouring him, completely missing his obsession.

Duly, the food came. Vibrant flavours dulled to disappointed mush in his mouth. Adam let the conversation flow around him, nodding and smiling along. Duties fulfilled.

Mid bite, Adam felt a nudge on his calf under the table. He looked up and around, expecting an apology to be grunted his way. No one was even looking at him. The foot didn't move from his leg, but instead started to move slowly up and down, stroking his leg through his jeans. Surely someone here was messing with him, or thought they were kicking on a table leg?

The foot moved higher, slowly and surely sliding up his leg. Adam froze. Unsure of what to do. Jennie was directly opposite him but she wouldn't be doing this.... He lifted the tablecloth a fraction. Bright red shone back at him. His heart stopped.

For a moment he was unable to do anything at all. Blood left his head and shot straight to where it was needed. His mind eventually caught up and looked across at Jennie. She smiled a "hey" at him and continued to nod along with a conversation.

He could feel the heel now, sharp and scraping delightfully against his shin as her foot climbed higher. Adam gasped out loud, covering with a "mm so good" aimed at the food, as her foot came up past his knees and rested squarely on his increasing hardness. She shifted her foot around him, feeling him out.

Adam slowly reached out a hand under the table and touched a soft ankle oh so gently. Watching her eyes flare just a touch as his fingers circled that ankle, pushing down towards the straps in her shoe. He undid one strap across, and then the other, before lifting her delicate foot out of the shoe and onto his lap.

Her toes curled around him, feeling him there. Wriggling into his stiff dick. Oh how he ached. In return, his fingers massaged her feet, squeezing her heel enough to make her bite her lip. His fingers ran along the side of her foot, barely touching her, before stroking along the top of her toes. Taking one toe at a time he pulled it gently, easing the pressure there as across from him Jennie seemed to be concentrating on her food.

He squeezed her foot in his hand, massaging the ball of her foot hard enough to make her leave her mouth open a moment, her facade dropping. In response, she pressed her foot down further into him, returning the shock of pleasure. Adam could scarcely breathe, this could not be real, it was too...

"Don't you think so, Adam?" A voice cut into his reverie.

With a jolt he turned to the conversation, as the foot in his lap withdrew quickly, toes expertly plucking up her shoe and bringing it back away.

"Uhm, it depends on the context, I think?" He replied weakly, eliciting an exasperated sigh.

The moment had passed, and he was left aching as they finished up the meal. He'd tried to catch Jennie's eye a few times, and she'd either ignored him, or smiled wanly at his attempts at conversation.

Duly, they paid up and decided on where to head next. Someone suggested a bar nearby - but Adam made some weak excuses about not feeling so well and skipped out - heading back to his hotel room confused about what had happened. He opened the door and flopped theatrically down onto his bed face first, lying still for a moment or two before rolling over with a moan.

"What the fuck was that at dinner?"

Stripping out of his clothes he could still feel the dull ache in his balls.

"What the fuck" he repeated to himself, before lying back down naked on his bedsheets.

He grabbed his dick and half heartedly started to move his hand up and down it - quickly thinking through how her foot had felt pressing on him. He swelled to hardness quickly, grunting a little as he imagined her feet on him.

*Knock knock knock*.

"Excuse me?" A voice called through the door. Room service. Great.

"One moment" Adam called out before sitting up and pulling his jeans back on over his hard dick, and a t-shirt over his head. Stepping over to the door and opening it half way, keeping his lower half hidden he started into a question...

"What is the matter..."

Jennie was standing there.

"Excuse me, I have a complaint." She smiled at him, a brilliant smile that sent his heart fluttering and left him without words.

Adam nodded instead of talking. She strode past him, leaving him to shut the door and follow her, those red heels clicking as she went. She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing one foot over the other and looked at him. Gone was the smile, all serious now.

"I think you missed one of my feet at dinner. It's awful sore from these heels, please massage it."

He blinked, and his secondary brain decided to take charge and drop him to his knees. In a daze, he took her offered foot and slipped it out of her shoe.

Wordlessly he traced one finger down her perfect porcelain foot, along the top of her foot down to the tip of her toe. Taking each toe one by one he spread them, teasing out the soreness from being pressed into those shoes.

"Mmm" she let out a moan now.

He continued, tracing his fingers gently over her, and taking care with each part of her foot. Her heel was massaged hard to pull out the strain, the arch had his thumbs press into it, pressing the pressure up and away. He took her whole foot in one hand, and squeezed the ball, making Jennie grunt in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Take it out". Quietly, seriously.

Adam looked up in shock, before his dick took charge again and he fumbled upwards from kneeling and dropped his pants to the ground - his hard cock bouncing out and hanging there. Time slowed down as Jennie reached one foot upwards, and touched her toes to him - making him flex and bob. She ran the side of her foot down him, pressing into his pubis. He started to speak but her foot squished him into silence.

Slowly she pulled her other foot up and put it on the other side of his dick. Using her toes she walked them up over his cock, stopping at his head and running her toe through his precut. She slid that down over him, and repeated with her other foot. Tap, tap, tap up him, and then sliding down.

Adam was in heaven, stunned into silence.

Her feet sped up, now using the sides of her feet to slip over him, up and down as Adam let out a grunt, his cock throbbing as he got closer.

"Show my feet how much you love them" Jennie spoke, in almost a whisper - her serious demeanor dropping a moment.

With a loud grunt Adam let go, shooting rope after rope of cum over her perfect pretty feet. Covering them, as he had coveted them. Shaking as he came, gasping with relief. He looked up to see her smiling at him.

"Dirty boy".