The Feet On Top Of His Seat - Sex Stories

The Feet On Top Of His Seat

... shake the feeling of discomfort that washed over him. He knew that it was ridiculous to be upset about something like this, but he also knew that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the movie unless he did something about it. And so, after much deliberation, Brian decided to take matters into his own hands. He carefully leaned forward in his seat, doing his best not to make eye contact with the girl or draw any unwanted attention to himself. As he did so, he felt the pressure on his chair begin to lessen, and he knew that he had made the right decision.

As Brian leaned forward in an attempt to create some distance between himself and the girl's feet, he suddenly heard a soft sweet voice emanating from the darkness behind him.

"I saw you shifting around earlier," she said, her tone a mixture of concern and amusement, "and I thought that maybe you were uncomfortable."

Brian hesitated for a moment before responding, acutely aware of the fact that he was about to engage in conversation with a stranger. He turned his head slightly to look at her, expecting to see a smug grin plastered across her face as she reveled in the knowledge that she had managed to disturb yet another innocent bystander. Her eyes widened ever so slightly, and she offered him a bright smile that seemed almost out of place in such an incongruous setting.

"Well," she said, still smiling, "this should be much better for you."

And with that, she shifted her feet back to the top of his seat.

The ...

... audacity of this girl! Brian couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not only had she been making him uncomfortable all evening, but now she had the nerve to act as if she were doing him a favor by changing positions. It was his seat, after all; he should have been the one in control of its comfort level. But despite the fact that his blood was boiling, Brian knew that making a scene would only draw unwanted attention to himself and ruin his carefully crafted facade of calm and composure. But still, he chose to convey the seriousness of her actions. Brian spoke, his voice deep and serious, "Than you." That will definitely teach her, he thought in silence as he turned his gaze back to the screen.

As the movie continued to play, Brian found himself increasingly distracted by the girl behind him. He could now not only feel her feet pressing against his seat but also catch a whiff of the sweet, yet unmistakably pungent odor that seemed to emanate from them. The smell was unlike anything he had ever encountered before; it was strong and overpowering, yet somehow still pleasantly familiar. But despite the fact that the scent was relatively innocuous, Brian couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards its source. After all, it was one thing to be forced to endure the discomfort of her feet on his chair, but quite another to have to deal with the added nuisance of an unwelcome odor.

But as his eyes met hers, Brian realized that it wasn't just the smell that was bothering him; ...