The Feet On Top Of His Seat - Sex Stories

The Feet On Top Of His Seat

... exactly the same as it had before; no trace of foreign flavors or aromas could be detected. But even so, Brian couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He knew that the dirt and lint from her feet were still there, hidden beneath the layers of grease and salt that covered each individual kernel. And yet, for some reason, he found himself unable to bring himself to throw it away. After all, he had paid money for it. Sure, someone else might say it was disgusting. But it wasn't as if he could go back in time and change anything; all he could do now was sit there and endure the situation until the movie was over.

As the movie was close to its end, the girl behind him suddenly shifted her position once more, causing her feet to settle back onto the top of Brian's seat. Despite the fact that he had been hoping for a reprieve from her constant presence, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as he watched her begin to rub her feet together again. This time, however, she seemed to be doing so with even more vigor than before; it was as if she were trying to massage the life back into them after hours of inactivity.

Brian found himself unable to look away, his gaze fixed on the spectacle unfolding before him as he continued to munch on his popcorn. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the smell of sweat and dirt becoming increasingly pronounced with each passing minute. It was an unpleasant sensation, one that made him question why he had ever decided ...

... to attend the movie in the first place.

And then, quite unexpectedly, her left sock fell from her foot and landed directly on Brian's face, sending a jolt of surprise and indignation through his entire body. For a moment, he simply sat there, too stunned to react as the fabric settled onto his skin. And then, just as suddenly as it had fallen, the sock continued its destination falling directly to his popcorn bucket, leaving him frozen trying to regain some semblance of composure.

But as if that wasn't enough, her right foot soon followed suit, causing the second sock to join its twin in a chaotic dance of fabric and limbs that threatened to consume him whole. With each passing moment, Brian felt himself growing more and more frustrated; he could feel his heart pounding against his chest, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he struggled to calm his nerves.

"Excuse me," Brian muttered, feeling his voice disappear. This was so past his limits.

As he tried to recover from the shock of having two dirty socks flung at his face, Brian couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising up within him. He knew that he should probably stand up and leave, but there was something about the situation that made it difficult for him to do so. It wasn't just the fact that she had invaded his personal space; it was also the way she seemed to be mocking him, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched him struggle to maintain his composure.

Desperate to reassert some ...