Trip To The Store – Part 4

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Brunette

Dinner was a blur of conversation about topics I am hard pressed to remember, since almost as soon as we sat down across from each other I found the pleasant addition of her foot in my lap. I kept one hand on her foot, gently rubbing along its length while I ate with the other. Occasionally her foot would slide down my leg and then run back up again to rest on my thigh. I couldn’t help but be mesmerized with the stare of her deep brown eyes. At one point during the meal she relaxed back into her chair for a few minutes saying, “I ate that too fast.” About a minute later, in an amazing sleight of hand, a pickle appeared on my plate. The pickle was slightly disheveled and a little worse for wear, smelled like a pickle and something else familiar. Marisa smirked at me, “Aren’t you going to eat your pickle?” I put on a western drawl, “Mamma always told me to finish whatever someone is nice enough to fix up on your plate. Ah believe ah’ll enjoy this,” and I made a slow meal out of the pickle with my eyes focused on Marisa’s. When desserts arrived, she moved her foot closer to my crotch and I could feel her toes stroking my bulge. She seemed to enjoy tapping and alternately pressing hard to feel for the outline of my member. Marisa pressed down hard as she shifted around and then she withdrew her foot. I heard her right a shoe on the floor. I looked over the side of the table and then noticed her pump dangling off of her right foot. Marisa was looking around the restaurant to see if anyone was paying attention, and before I knew it, she deftly took a forkful of my cheesecake dessert and tucked it into her shoe! In one fluid motion she changed around and put another fork almanbahis of my dessert into her other shoe. She had a merry look in her eyes as she whispered: “Don’t worry, you’ll get it back.”I retorted, “I guess I’ll need to order that soufflé, I won’t be able to get up for quite a while without sharing my excitement with anybody who looks our way!”Marisa had a devilish smile on her face at this point. “Oh, just hide it under your jacket; surely you’re not that big!””I’ll manage.” I collected the check and suggested to Marisa, “I guess we should go.””Where?”I put on my sly smile. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go!” “OK, let’s go to my place, Chloe shouldn’t be home.” I watched Marisa’s pumps as we walked out of the restaurant. By the time we got to the door, my dessert had started to poke through her visible toe cleavage, and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who noticed. The hostess, an older woman, was also looking at Marisa’s shoes, and noticed the extra as well. She tried to stop Marisa saying, “Oh, miss, there’s something on your shoes.”Marisa turned to her and said, “It’s his fault, and he’ll be taking care of it.” I don’t know who was redder, the hostess or me!Marisa was pealing with laughter as we stepped outside. “Come on home and help me out with my shoes…and anything else you’d like to help out with.””You’re incorrigible!” I ranted.Marisa cocked an eyebrow at me, and said sternly “You haven’t even tried to correct me yet.””Oh, nononononono! I like you just the way you are. Why would I want to screw that up? I promise I don’t!” I apologized.Marisa put her arm around my waist, hugged me, and said up into my ear, “OK, you can clean me up, you have almanbahis yeni giriş to finish what you started.”Oh yeah! Cheerfully!Marisa tucked herself into my side with her arm around my waist as she steered me back towards the store. I could hear some squelching noises coming from her feet as we sauntered along. As we stopped in front of the doors she turned to face me, I hadn’t realized that she was just two inches shorter in her heels. She nibbled on my ear and whispered “Time for our dessert,” as she gave me quite a firm hug. She handed me the key and as I turned to open the door her arms snaked around me, her hands making a very fast trip down my front into my shorts. Marisa grabbed my cock and rotated it up, keeping her palm pressed firmly against it. I fumbled with the keys as I tried my best to get the door open, the more I struggled with it the more she moved her hand up and down in little strokes. Finally the latch let go and I slid the door open. “Are you going to march us in?” I asked. Marisa’s fingers curled around my turgid member and gripped like she was holding a broom handle. “I’ll steer!” she giggled.She marched us inside, steered me quickly around to close the door and murmured “Lock it.” Now she was actively stroking my length, in time with my repeated fumbling with the lock.At last! “Here’s your keys.” I rasped out as I jerked the key out of the lock, jingling the ring against her arm. I decided to tease a little, “So, how about the rest of my dessert?””OK, go sit down behind the counter, I’ll be right back.”I found a short stool behind the counter and sat down; I was reminded of being on pervert’s row at a strip club, since the almanbahis giriş countertop was at the same relative height as the dancer’s floor.I heard a toilet flush, and running water, then Marisa rounded the corner as she sashayed her way to the front. The exaggerated sway of her hips made her skirt flare from side to side. As she reached my side, she steadied herself with her hand on my head and climbed up on the counter top. I heard her unzip her skirt while I had a close up view of the rest of my dessert poking its way out of her toe cleavage.”Help me out of this, please,” came the gentle command from above.I stood up as she slid down the skirt, I pulled the hem away from her pumps as she stepped out of it, and I draped it over a nearby chair. I looked up to her smoldering gaze framed by her hair and the low light of the room. “Will you suck my toes?” “I guess you want me to finish my dessert, right?””Uh huh,” was the quiet reply.I then noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties now, and that I could smell her excitement. I bent over to start licking at the visible dessert from her left pump. I reached around to hold the heel down on the counter. Marisa slowly popped her heel up, and then withdrew her foot, and I hungrily took as much of her foot into my mouth as I could, sucking the cheesecake and thrusting my tongue under and the in between her toes. I could hear the countertop glass display case next to me rattling as she used it to support herself.I heard Marisa moaning as I continued to lick the remnants of my dessert and as I finished her left foot I looked up to see that Marisa was gently rubbing her mound.I moved over to her right pump, licked off as much as I could, and when I reached for the heel, she pushed me back as she lowered herself to sit down on the counter. “Sit down on the stool.”Her left heel was hooked over my shoulder as she maneuvered her right foot in front of my mouth.

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