August 31, 2010
As he watches the quivering liquid swirling around in the crystal wine glass, the lacy fabric on the table quivers. He sees a shadow grow beneath the shimmering cloth, a shadow who lightly caresses his foot then flows up his thigh. The shadow evolves into a shapely foot, followed by a firm calf, and a thigh, long and slender. Jack's eyes are fixed in fascination as the toes feel their way along his limb, and rest against his thigh.
The rather unexpected press of cloth against his groin erupts his libido to life. In the span of a heartbeat, his shaft goes from mildly enthralled to a raging inferno. His weight shifts closer to the edge of his seat as another shadow taps his foot in a silent request. He moves his feet apart to accommodate those slim, probing toes against the thin, dark fabric on his upper thigh.
The toes are cool where they dance across his heated skin. He allows them to play over his thigh. The foot rubs up, reaching his hip, then caresses back down. The sound of her gentle sigh nearly lost in the roar hot blood racing through his veins. Setting his glass aside, Jack moves his hand over the foot, just behind the toes. His grasps the clean, pale foot, and the toes stretch, pleased with his touch.
Squeezing lightly, he mutters, "This has better be more than just a tease."
In response, the foot frees itself from his grip and slips along his inner thigh. French manicured nails scrape through the fabric encasing his balls as Jack grasps the ankle to keep it from going any farther. His legs shake from excitement and lust, and hard shaft throbs with the need for release. When the big toe tickles along the length, his mind blurs with a raw, primal urge. A growl initiates deep in Jack's throat, as he looks across the table. With one strong jerk, he pulls on the extended leg, and she slides ungraciously off her seat and under the table.