It had been a busy month, with fashion shows in Cannes, Lisbon and now New York. Jodie Adams couldn’t wait to escape home, back to London.
The fashion show got underway; the room was filled with customers and photographers taking note of the new collection. Khloe, Jodie’s agent and friend, sat calmly watching the crowd, secretly more than a bit nervous about how well it was going.
Theo was in his late twenties with dark hair, a bit scruffy-looking even though he was in a white shirt, dark trousers and check blazer. He couldn’t pull off smart.
He was a fashion photographer who was now late arriving for the show, after a pit stop at a local bar for a few beers.
“The show seems stale,” a concerned Khloe said to Jodie who was about to go out.
“You need to finish this off with a bang, Jodie.”
Jodie walked out on the catwalk in her burgundy dress and nude stilettos. The camera loved this beautiful blonde as she strutted up to the end of the catwalk and then back. She turned and went for another lap. She stopped at the end of the catwalk in front of the room. She slowly put her hand between her legs and then with her free hand lifted her dress showing the room her groin and the fact she had no underwear on. Although her strategically placed hand meant no one could see anything vital, you could tell she was commando. The room was suddenly ablaze with flashes and the noise of cameras clicking. Jodie pulled the dress down and walked off the runway.
“Well, it’s not stale now,” Jodie said to a stunned Khloe.
After the show had finished in a nearby hotel bar, Theo couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed as he had another beer and whizzed through the photos he had taken. He kept going back to Jodie’s finale and zoomed in on her nakedness.
“Well, I think that went quite well,” Jodie said as he leaned over Theo.
“Yes, certainly the last bit,” Theo agreed.
He looked up to see Jodie there in front of him. She looked perfect, with her blue eyes and blonde hair flowing down her shoulders. She had changed into a knee-length coffee-coloured dress and there were two gold necklaces around her neck. Her make-up was more subtle than it had been on stage earlier.
“Are you perving over me?” Jodie said looking down at her image on his iPad.
“I can guarantee I am not the only one,” Theo said.
“You know me, I never wear underwear,” she said smiling.
“Does that mean you still aren’t?” Theo asked as he looked along her bare legs.
“Come on, let’s go,” she said not answering Theo’s question.
“We can walk. It isn’t far,” Theo said finishing his drink.
Jodie had known Theo for years and they had arranged to go for dinner.
“I hope we aren’t walking too far, I am in heels,” Jodie quipped.
“Not far,” Theo confirmed as he looked down at her pretty sparkly gold pedicured toes in deep brown suede high-heel sandals. Jodie had two toe rings on and an anklet. Theo had a bit of a thing for feet.
“You look ravishing. Your toes look amazing in those heels,” Theo commented as they walked.
They arrived at a nearby Thai restaurant, where they were seated on a half-moon-shaped sofa with a large round table. Theo immediately ordered a bottle of wine as they perused the menus.
Theo ordered a red duck curry while Jodie had the pad thai. He got another bottle in to wash it down. During dinner, Jodie told Theo she much she was looking forward to getting back to London and how this weekend she was going to a new club opening with her sister.
After they had both finished, Jodie undid her heels and put her feet in Theo’s lap.
“Would you mind scratching the right side of my left foot? I have a terrible itch,” she asked.
“Sure, no problem.”
Theo scratched and then stroked her foot. His touch was turning her on as he rubbed her feet between his hands. Her skin was so soft.
“Mmm, that’s nice, please don’t stop,” she whispered as she screwed her feet up.
Jodie pushed her feet into Theo’s groin and rubbed her toes against his hard penis.
“Get your cock out,” she demanded.
“What here?”
“Yes.”
Theo unzipped his trousers, and Jodie felt his penis between her feet. He caressed her ankles, rubbing her anklet against her skin. Jodie slid her feet up and down his cock. She felt his cock excrete fluid on her soles. She curled her toes around the end of the penis, rubbing the tip between them. She loved experiencing the sensuality of her feet, she found it so incredibly sexy and empowering.
“Are you going to cum?”
“I think so,” Theo confirmed.
“I want you to cover my toes.”
Theo subtly came and dumped his hot semen on her toes and mid-foot. Jodie loved the feeling of his sticky warm load on her feet. She pulled her feet back and slid them into her sandals. She did up the strap around her ankle. Theo put his cock away.
“Are you going to clean your feet?” Theo asked.
Jodie could feel his cum slowly slide down as she felt her soles stick.
“No. I love the feeling of warm, sticky cum between my toes. If I was wearing knickers, they would be wet.”
“So, you aren’t wearing panties?”
Jodie put her hand between her legs and swiped two fingers through her slit. She brought her fingers to Theo’s lips. He licked her long fingers nails and tasted her pussy.
“So did you want dessert?” Jodie asked.
Theo smiled, he then slid down under the table. He had a close-up of Jodie’s amazing bare legs and her exquisite feet still soaked with his cum. He started kissing her legs.
Luckily the tablecloth covered the table and hid Theo’s undercover adventures. Jodie loved what was happening. She leaned forward and spread herself open. Theo looked at her perfect shaved pussy as he put his tongue on her and nuzzled into her wetness.
“Would you like anything else?” a waiter asked.
“No, I will wait for my friend to come back. He went to the toilet,” Jodie yelped trying to momentarily resist Theo’s assault.
His tongue was rubbing her puffed clit. Begging him not to stop, she felt the sensation through her whole body as she started to climax. It wasn’t long before she reached the dizzy heights of ecstasy with his tongue flicking inside her.
The coast was clear and Theo emerged from under the table.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he said wiping his mouth.
“You taste so sweet.”
“Thank you. I am so wet down there. Your lips on my clit felt so good.”
The waiter came back over Theo ordered a JD and coke, while Jodie had a Barcardi.
“I know this great Jazz bar we could go to for a nightcap after this,” Jodie suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” Theo replied.
“There are a lot of dark corners and booths where it won’t be so noticeable when your hand is up my dress.”
Theo started to feel quite light-headed after the recent events plus he had drunk a lot today. But he couldn’t wait to hit the bar with Jodie. It was inevitable they were going to have sex afterwards. He thought about how amazing it was going to be to make love to her.
They walked into the dark, chilled-out bar and ordered some cocktails.
“Fuck me, that’s strong,” Theo commented as he took a swig of something yellow in a martini glass.
Theo woke up in just his boxers in a strange bed. He wondered where the fuck he was and what had happened.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Jodie said as she walked barefoot across the bedroom and opened the curtains. The sun burst through the windows and blinded a very hungover Theo.
She was dressed in jeans and a blue top. She slipped her feet into some flats as she walked back towards the bed.
“What happened?”
“Well, you had two cocktails at the jazz bar and passed out. I didn’t know where you were staying, so Ulysses, my chauffeur, picked us up and deposited you there.”
“Did we...?”
“Have sex? I hope you would have remembered that. No, we didn’t. This suite has a sofa which I slept on.”
“I am so sorry, Jodie.”
“Don’t worry. But I have to catch a flight to London now.”
Jodie kissed Theo on the cheek.
“Maybe next time, Theo.”
Jodie left and headed to JFK. Theo had a quick shower and headed home for a good sleep. He was gutted he missed out on spending a night with Jodie Adams. But maybe all was not lost. He could try and make it up to her. He knew where she would be on Saturday night in London. The opening of that new nightclub. ‘Now what the fuck was it called?’
Elise Adams, Jodie’s sister, was two years younger than her sibling and just as hot. She also had blonde hair, but it was shoulder-length and a bit curly.
She lived a different life from her jet-setting model sister and ran an exquisite fish restaurant in Covent Garden with her boyfriend, Marty. He was out of town this weekend, so she was looking forward to some girl time with Jodie.
Jodie’s house in the London suburbs was modern and only a few years old. Almost all the walls were white with the odd brightly coloured feature wall. It was very minimal with little clutter.
Jodie poured out two glasses of wine and told Elise about Theo, Elise laughed. Jodie protested that she liked him and was desperate for a good seeing to. Maybe she would get lucky later at the club.
The ladies were getting ready to hit the Paradise Club opening. Elise was in a backless black dress which showed off an intricate tattoo of the sun mixed with a world map. It was very striking and sexy. She also had a sweeping rose tattoo on her foot which went up her ankle. She tied a cerise scarf around her neck and was ready to go.
Jodie wasn’t quite dressed; she pulled her white and red mini-dress up her body and Elise zipped her up. Jodie wasn’t wearing anything else other than the dress. Elise watched her sister’s buttocks and flesh disappear as the zip could go up no more.
