Helen's First Footjob (public foot fetish sex)

Foot Fetish Fantasies, #2

Helen needs to get over her recent breakup, so her friend Melissa's taking her on a long old journey into the big city on the train.  When sexy stud Steve sits down opposite her, he stimulates her senses enough that she can't help but start playing footsie with him.  Things soon get very hot; will she be able to finish things without being caught in the act?

Warning: This story is 4,100 words of pure red-hot filth, including (but not limited to) public sex acts, footjobs, cockteasing, orgasm denial, and suppressed desires finding an outlet.

Excerpt:

Then she spread her toes again, lifted her foot slightly higher, and firmly grasped a generous helping of Steve's leg hair.  His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes shot downwards, trying to stare through the table for visual evidence to back up his senses.

When he looked up, she met him with a brief moment of eye contact and then looked away, pulling at his hairs, and then let them go, letting her foot swing at the ankle away, then back towards him to bounce off his ankle, and then to dangle off the ground.

A thrill rushed through her spine as she felt him.  He'd slid his foot across the floor so that his leg could find her again.  They made eye contact again, and he shifted in his seat again.  Another unspoken message had zipped between them, and it emboldened her.  It felt as though she had permission to take this as far as she wanted.  As far as she'd dreamed.
Don't rush!  She admonished herself as she saw for a moment how this might all end, and she pushed the stimulating vision from her mind.  Easy does it.  Step by step.

"Are you okay, darling?" Helen jumped a little, and her eyes slammed round to meet Melissa.  Suddenly, the danger of what she was doing came home to her.  They weren't alone in the train carriage, either; there were half a dozen people sitting nearby (she noticed it as if for the first time), and if just one of them were to look over at the wrong angle, at the wrong moment...

Helen shivered as a chill radiated out through her, right from the very core of her being.  It felt exhilarating!  And there was a definite dampness between her legs.  The possibility of being caught in the act was truly intoxicating, and she mentally kicked herself for not exploring her desires sooner.

But there was no time like the present.  "Yeah, I'm..."  She stopped, and thought for another moment.  "I'm not feeling quite myself."  She tapped Steve on the calf as she spoke.  "Nerves, probably.  But I'll be over them by the time we get into town."

"Oh, you poor dear!" cried Melissa, all concern.  "Is there anything I can do?"

"Just help me take my mind off it", said Helen.  "It's what you do best."

Melissa smiled at the compliment, and then launched into an in-depth discussion of the current round of reality TV shows; Helen showed an appropriate level of interest, and all the while her foot was pressing itself into the flesh of Steve's leg, grabbing the fabric of his pants with her teasing toes, working herself up to his knee.