Blind Date
The waiter waits patiently as Sara looks over the menu. Under the table, you slide your foot up Sara's leg. She continues to look at the menu.
Yes! She doesn't mind!
You continue to rub your foot up and down her leg. Urged on by her not moving away, you remove your shoe and begin to caress her leg with your foot.
Sara orders the baked chicken dish and the waiter writes the order onto his notepad. She slides the menu towards you.
You continue to explore the curves of Sara's leg as you smile at her. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, gets up and walks away.
You smile at your success, read over the menu and continue to caress Sara's leg.
Oh oh!
You're head snaps up. The waiter gives you a wink. You pull your foot quickly off his leg.
Too late, Sara looks around and sees you with your socking foot on the waiter! She gives you a look of shock.
As much as you try to tell her your mistake, it does no good. She leaves by taxi, your date is over.
No second date with Sara, but the waiter slips you his number as you leave the restaurant.
THE END
Yes! She doesn't mind!
You continue to rub your foot up and down her leg. Urged on by her not moving away, you remove your shoe and begin to caress her leg with your foot.
Sara orders the baked chicken dish and the waiter writes the order onto his notepad. She slides the menu towards you.
You continue to explore the curves of Sara's leg as you smile at her. She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, gets up and walks away.
You smile at your success, read over the menu and continue to caress Sara's leg.
Oh oh!
You're head snaps up. The waiter gives you a wink. You pull your foot quickly off his leg.
Too late, Sara looks around and sees you with your socking foot on the waiter! She gives you a look of shock.
As much as you try to tell her your mistake, it does no good. She leaves by taxi, your date is over.
No second date with Sara, but the waiter slips you his number as you leave the restaurant.
THE END
