The Feet On Top Of His Seat - Sex Stories

The Feet On Top Of His Seat

... semblance of control over the situation, Brian finally found his voice. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm and disdain, "but I was just trying to enjoy a movie in peace."

The girl simply smiled; her expression unchanged as she started to trace her foot across his face. "It's okay," she replied, her voice soft and soothing despite the bizarre nature of their interaction. "I don't mind."

As if to further emphasize her point, she slowly began to massage his forehead with her bare foot, the warmth of her skin contrasting sharply with the coolness of the theater air. Brian could feel himself growing more and more agitated by the minute; every touch of her foot felt like a personal affront, a deliberate attempt to humiliate him in front of an audience of strangers. And yet, despite his best efforts, he found himself unable to bring himself to move away or protest against her actions. It was as if some unseen force had rendered him powerless, leaving him no choice but to endure the indignity of having his face caressed by a pair of dirty feet.

As the credits began to roll and the lights gradually rose to their full ...

... intensity, Brian found himself reluctantly pulling his gaze away from the girl's feet, which had remained planted on top of his seat even after the movie had ended.

As she finally rose from her seat and started gathering her belongings, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment; not because he was sad to see her go, but rather because he knew that he would probably never have the opportunity to confront her about her actions or make her understand just how much her behavior had affected him. The smell of her socks still clung to his clothes and skin, a constant reminder of the uncomfortable encounter that had taken place just hours before.

As he sat there, munching on the last few kernels of popcorn, Brian found himself considering the possibility of returning to the cinema the following day; after all, it wasn't as if he could avoid the place forever. But as he looked down at her socks lying amidst the remains of his snack, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and excitement.

"She forgot her socks," he muttered to himself, a mixture of disappointment and resignation coloring his voice. "I have to meet her again."