Kristen/Kevin Footsie | feet shoes story

The restaurant was crowded as Kevin sat at the table waiting for Kristin to arrive. He had asked that they be seated in a fairly secluded corner of the restaurant, and he was glad when his wish was granted.

Kevin had arrived in Philadelphia about two hours before the dinner. The drive up from DC was uneventful, except for the fact that he took the wrong exit just outside of Wilmington. Fortunately, he rejoined the highway he wanted to be on a few miles up the road. Once in Philly, he only had time to shower and change before dinner.

Kevin thought back on how he and Kristin had corresponded online for almost a month before this evening, learning about each other's lives and desires. Kristin knew that Kevin liked playing footsie under the table with a willing dinner companion, and Kevin knew that Kristin was the type of woman who loved being a willing companion when it came to playing footsie. They had decided on this particular restaurant in Center City because it had the right atmosphere, at least what they could tell from the website. As he surveyed the scene, he thought they had made a great choice.

The waiter came to the table and asked if Kevin wanted to order a drink, but Kevin replied that he would wait for his dinner companion to arrive before he ordered. "Okay sir, I'll come back in a few minutes," the waiter said before turning his attention to the couple at the table next to Kevin's.

Just as the waiter moved away, Kevin saw Kristin coming down the stairs toward the table. "Well, we finally meet," Kevin said as Kristin arrived at the table. "Yes, finally. Sorry I'm late, but I had a hard time finding a parking space," Kristin replied as she sat down. "Well, now that you're here, I hope you'll relax and enjoy the evening," Keivn said. "Oh, I plan to," Kristin said.

The waiter came back a minute later with menus and asked if they were ready to order drinks. "I'll have a bourbon and orange juice," Kevin said. Kristin asked what kind of martinis they had. As the waiter ticked them off, Kevin suggested that Kristin try an apple martini. "They're very good. I wouldn't steer you wrong," he said. "Okay, I'll try one," Kristin replied. "I'll be back with your drinks in a minute," the waiter said.

"So Kevin, how was your drive up?" Kristin asked. Kevin told her about how uneventful it was, except for his wrong turn. "As many times as I've come this way, I should have known which way to go," he said. As he spoke, he felt Kristin's foot slowly running up along his right pantleg. "All right," he thought to himself. He also wondered if the couple sitting next to them could see what Kristin was doing under the table.

The waiter returned with their drinks as Kristin rested her foot on top of Kevin's. Kevin proposed a toast to a great evening, and Kristin took a sip of her martini. "Do you like it?" Kevin asked. "Very good," Kristin answered. "Really good choice."

As they looked at the menus, Kristin continued rubbing Kevin's leg, first with her left foot, then using her right foot on Kevin's left leg. All this while giving him a seductive look.

When the waiter came back for their orders, they both ordered a salad and steak.

Kevin and Kristin talked as the piano and bass played in the background, while under the table a different kind of playing was going on. Kristin worked her foot up to Kevin's inner thigh several times before dinner finally arrived.

As Kevin and Kristin began eating, she slowly ran her foot up the inside of his left leg and into his crotch while giving him her seductive look. All Kevin could do was smile.

Kevin's blood boiled more and more with each firm stroke of Kristin's foot. "How's your steak?" Kristin asked as she continued to softly and seductively rub her foot higher and higher up Kevin's inner thigh. "It's very good, in more ways than one," he replied. Kevin looked around to see if any of the diners sitting close to them had any sense of the exquisite play going on under the table. He then reached under his napkin and began massaging Kristin's foot. "How does that feel, Kristin?" he asked. "Good," she said.

Several times, Kristin put both of her feet in Kevin's lap. As the evening continued, she eventually worked her feet inside both his pantlegs to the top of his socks, working one and then the other all the way down with her agile toes.

While Kevin paid the check, Kristin searched with her feet for her shoes. She eventually found them under her chair. "Did you push my shoes back there?" she asked. "Not me," Kevin said.

Once Kristin put her shoes on, they headed to the bar for a couple of apple martinis ans who knows what else later on.