Sunny slid into the booth across from Damien, flashing him a coy smile. He gulped, eyes roaming over her tanned legs, barely concealed by the short skirt riding up her thighs. They had matched on a dating app weeks ago and flirted up a wild storm. Tonight, they were finally meeting up in person.
“Sorry I’m late,” she purred, crossing one foot over the other. Her strappy sandals showed off her tootsies perfectly. “I hope you weren’t too bored waiting for me.”
Damien shook his head, completely captivated by her dainty feet. “N-not at all,” he stammered. “You’re worth the wait.”
Sunny bit her glossy lip and extended one dainty foot, trailing her toes along his pants leg. “I know you have a thing for feet,” she said breathily. “I’m hoping we can work something out.”
Damien’s breath hitched as her foot rubbed against the bulge growing in his pants. “I’d like that very much,” he said, voice strained.
Sunny smirked knowingly and slipped off her shoe. She wiggled her toes inches from his straining erection. “I think my feet could help with that,” she said, voice low and smoky.
Her foot glided up his thigh and brushed against his clothed cock. Damien let out a strangled moan, hips jerking. Sunny hummed and rubbed her sole along his shaft, up and down, up and down…
Damien grabbed her ankle, panting hard. “F-fuck, your foot feels so good,” he groaned. “Please don’t stop.”
Sunny shivered at his desperate tone. She loved having a man so at her mercy. “I don’t plan to,” she purred. She grasped his zipper and pulled it down. “Let’s get a little more intimate, shall we?”
His cock sprang free, flushed and weeping. Sunny cooed admiringly and wrapped her toes around his thick shaft. She stroked him slowly with her foot, base to tip, base to tip. Damien bucked into her hold, cursing brokenly.
“Your feet are magic,” he gasped. “I’m going to- unhh! I’m going to come!”
“Come for me,” Sunny urged, pumping her foot faster. “Paint my feet with your release. I want to feel you explode.”
With a hoarse shout, Damien obeyed. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, splattering all over Sunny’s instep. She gasped and shuddered, milking him with her toes until he was spent.
Panting, Damien sagged back in the booth, staring at Sunny’s cum-splattered foot with dazed worship. Sunny giggled and slipped her shoe back on.
“See you next week?” she asked coyly. “My feet aren’t done playing with you yet.”
Damien nodded frantically. “Anything,” he said. “I’ll do anything for your feet.”
Sunny smiled a cat-that-got-the-cream smile and sauntered out of the restaurant, Damien in her thrall.
