(Names have been changed for privacy)
A few months ago, I was visiting my family for the first time since I went to college. They told me that an old close friend of my father who he hadn’t seen in over 20 years and his family were visiting our city and they were going to meet up that night in a restaurant and invited me to come with them. I originally planned to stay home, but reluctantly decided to go, knowing that it would be at one of my favorite restaurants and since I had nothing better to do.
When they arrived, I was introduced to my dad’s friend, his wife, and his three kids: a preteen boy, a young teenage girl, and his eldest daughter Claire, a girl my age although younger by just a couple of months. I thought Claire was pretty cute, she was fairly tall (just a couple of inches shorter than me) and had long blonde hair and glasses. I also liked her outfit, a simple white T-shirt, blue skirt, and all-white slip-on Vans with the thin seams of gray ankle socks barely poking out of her shoe. She seemed the most sociable of his kids and told us how she was exhausted from walking around the city all day sightseeing and couldn’t wait to sit down in a cool, air conditioned restaurant, so we all finally went inside.
We bursa escort were led to our table and our parents decided to all sit on one side, with the kids on the other side, and I sat down across from Claire. I was relatively shy at first, but Claire asked me a question about what classes I was taking in college and from there we began to chat and open up to each other. She was charismatic and funny, seemed really smart, and we had many shared interests. We were pretty much the only ones talking because the son was too young to contribute to the conversation and was mostly playing on his dad’s phone, while the other girl was also too young to really say anything and seemed more reserved from the beginning, and was mostly going on her phone.
Although I had considered playing footsie with her, I was too scared to try, until one point, shortly after our food was delivered, I looked down and saw that her feet were side by side, pointing up and heel resting on the ground. I mustered the courage to extend my legs forward to pretend I was stretching and the tips of my feet bumped the textured soles of her Vans. She didn’t move back. My cock was starting to get a little erect.
We kept in that position for several bursa escort bayan minutes, sometimes pushing slightly harder against our feet, and sometimes relaxing and letting our feet rest against each other. Above the table, everything seemed normal, we kept casually chatting in between bites of food, although I was now really getting hard. I eventually moved one of my feet down and around her left foot, which was still pointing up, sandwiching her shoe in the middle. I tightened the tips of my feet around the back of her shoe and slowly used my feet to slip her shoe off her heel.
This startled her a little bit and I was worried for a split second, but then she just looked at me and giggled, so I smiled back, and continued both our conversation and our shenanigans under the table, pulling her shoe all the way off her foot. I pulled her shoe closer to me and peeked under the table, and I could see the gray imprint of her sole over the worn out “Vans” logo inside the shoe, which made me rock hard. She slipped her other shoe off and extended both of her sock feet towards me, so I discreetly kicked off both of my own shoes. We both extended our legs forward and pressed our toes against each others, and then escort bursa spent the rest of the night with our socked feet resting against each other like at the start, occasionally rubbing our feet together, and going sole to sole, wiggling our toes in unison.
Feeling her moist socks from walking around all day in Vans pressed up against mine is one of the most sensual and erotic things I’ve ever heard, although I still wish I could’ve felt her bare soles against mine, even if that was pretty much impossible. Although we tried to keep things discreet above the table, and to everyone else it still just seemed like we were having a friendly conversation, I could tell by the subtle looks on her face whenever we rubbed our feet or pressed them against each other that she was enjoying this too. We didn’t even stop our footsie when our parents tried to ask us stuff or when the waiters came around to our table. We only stopped when we had to leave, so we quickly slipped our shoes back on and got up. I had to hide my massive erection when I got up, and luckily no precum was able to seep through my jeans.
We all took a short walk around the town after we left the restaurant, and we walked next to each other at the back of the group, still chatting. We got to the parking garage and said goodbye, although I was luckily able to get her Whatsapp and her Insta before we left.
When I got home, I waited until my parents were asleep and exploded in minutes just at the thought of what had happened.