The Feet On Top Of His Seat - Sex Stories

The Feet On Top Of His Seat

... it was the principle of the whole situation. Here he was, trying to enjoy a movie in peace, while she sat there oblivious to the fact that her actions were causing discomfort for those around her. And yet, despite everything, he still found himself reluctant to confront her about it. After all, what was the point? She wouldn't understand, and even if she did, she would probably just dismiss his concerns as being overly sensitive or nitpicky.

Despite the fact that he knew better, Brian couldn't help but focus on the scent as it filled his nostrils. It wasn't a particularly pleasant odor, but there was something about its sweetness that seemed to cut through the fog of irritation that had been clouding his judgment for most of the evening. And as the seconds turned into minutes, he began to realize that perhaps this was all just a test of his patience; an opportunity for him to learn how to deal with the little annoyances that life had to offer.

Just when Brian thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse, the girl behind him began rubbing her feet together in what appeared to be an attempt at self-massage. As she did so, a cascade of sock lint and dust particles rained down onto his seat, coating everything within reach with their unique scent. He could feel the small bits of debris settling on his face and shoulders, even falling in the container of popcorn resting on his lap. The thought of having to eat his snack now, knowing full well that it was likely ...

... tainted with the dirt from her feet, was almost too much for him to bear.

As if sensing that she had pushed Brian far enough, the girl suddenly withdrew her feet from their precarious position above his head. Instead, she chose to rest them on the side of his seat, directly beside his hands. The sudden movement caught him off guard, causing him to reflexively jerk his limbs away from her intrusion in order to avoid direct contact with her feet. As a result, he found himself sitting with an awkwardly straight posture that placed undue strain on both his back and neck. Despite the fact that she had finally stopped touching his chair, Brian couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he watched her feet sway gently back and forth in time with the rhythm of the movie. The fact that she seemed completely oblivious to the discomfort she was causing only served to heighten Brian's sense of frustration, leaving him feeling trapped and helpless.

As Brian tried to refocus his attention on the movie, he found himself unable to shake the lingering sensation of unease that continued to plague him throughout the remainder of the film. He glanced down at the container of popcorn sitting in his lap, wondering whether or not the taste and smell had been altered by the dust particles and lint fibers that now coated its surface. Despite the fact that he knew better, he couldn't help but take a bite, his heart racing as he awaited the verdict of his tongue.

To his surprise, the popcorn tasted ...