To start with, she was my waitress at a Sushi restaurant. I had taken a date there, naturally, and not paid her--my waitress--that much attention. But for whatever reason, she kept popping into my mind, time after time. So I took a different girl there, trying to impress her with the hot chicks I dated. She wasn’t my waitress this time, but I made a point of saying hello to her, on the way to the restroom. I don’t think she remembered me. Or at least acted like she didn’t. I noticed her name was Myra.
It was odd, because she wasn’t one of those women that jumped out at you, like wow, she’s super hot. Most guys wouldn’t even consider her as hot as the two dates I had taken for sushi, but the more I looked at her and thought about her, the more attractive she became. She had short blond hair, or mostly blond—the blond was growing out, and there was about a half inch of dark brown following the blond. Most women can’t pull off hair that short, but her face was amazingly cute—wonderful eyes, a cute nose that turned up slightly, and wonderful, pouty lips. I have to confess, a couple of times, I jacked off thinking about those lips. Her body was nice. Medium size breasts, but she looked like she worked out. Definitely in shape—wonderful legs and a killer ass.
One night, late, I went in alone, and lucked out—I got her as my waitress. Tried talking to her two or threes times (she has an accent—did I mention that?—and told me where she was from, which I promptly forgot). Later, I learned, she was from Estonia. But her interest appeared to hover near zero. On any scale. So I let it go; tried to forget about her.
Nearly succeeded.
Then, near the end of summer, my friend Wendy had a dinner party, and there’s Myra. I tried to act dumb, acting like I couldn’t remember where I knew her from, but again, she couldn’t care less. And of course, looked even hotter than I remembered. She was wearing a little white summer dress with tiny polka-dots on it, showing off her wonderfully tan legs and shoulders. I wanted to reach under that dress, see if she was wearing any panties and rip them off is she was. When Wendy went into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine, I followed her in and asked about Myra. Wendy laughed, told me Myra was a lesbian and living with her girlfriend, Nicki.
Well, that explained her lack of interest, I thought. Somehow that should have made it better, but didn’t.
Of course, I end up across from her when it came time for dinner. Having to stare at that face all night. Her little smiles. Those eyes. At least dinner was distracting and phenomenal—Wendy is an amazing cook, and she did steaks, shrimp and veggies on the grill with some sort of spices/seasoning that melted in your mouth. Watching Myra eat the asparagus was pretty entertaining, too.
Dessert was the highlight of the evening. Key lime pie. And about the time I was shoveling the first forkful into my mouth, Myra’s toes found my crotch. My cock, to be exact. At first, I was worried maybe they weren’t Myra’s toes, and the woman next to her was married, with her husband sitting next to her. So I dropped my fork, and sure enough, they were Myra’s. When I popped back up, she asked me if everything was okay. Awesome, I told her, everything is awesome. And with that, she squeezed my cock between her toes and the pad of her foot.
My cock started to get hard. A mad, hot rush. Did I mention I have a thing for feet? Not all feet, but some…not really a fetish. Well, maybe half a fetish.
I put my hand in my lap, ran it over her foot. Massaged it. Felt her ankle and up her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her calf. Her toes kept squeezing, or pushing on my cock, making it harder and harder, until I was having trouble concentrating.
And then suddenly Myra was standing up, apologizing to Wendy that she had to run, and how wonderful dinner was. She winked at me as she left.
About a half hour later, I bowed out. Truthfully, I needed to get home and jack off, thinking about those lips and those toes. Since Wendy lives close, I had walked over. Walking back, it was a beautiful, clear night.
As I started up the stairs to my condo, I heard a voice. “Did you enjoy dessert?”
My heart about stopped, but then I saw Myra in the shadows. I recovered. “Yes, it was delicious. Not really satisfying, though.” She smiled a little at that. “Would you like to come upstairs?”
“No, not tonight. I just wanted to see your cock. It felt so big, under the table.”
It took about three passes around my brain for the words to sink in and make any sense. Like an idiot, I was staring at her, my mouth open.
“Will you take it out? Show it to me?”
I moved towards her, to kiss her, but she stopped me with her hand and turned me with a smile, so that I was against the wall, in the shadows now.
“Show me your cock, baby.” I think it was the ‘baby’ that did it.