It had been a long day and the thought of a nice cold drink before dinner was rather appealing. The unusually hot weather had brought out the crowds on Ocean Boulevard, most of them, no doubt, heading for an early evening stroll along the beach.

I decided to stop in at the Grill to sit outside and watch the world go by. Well, mostly to watch the many scantily-clad young women go by or as they stopped at the light, waiting to cross over Ocean on their way to the shimmering sands below.

Obviously, I wasn't the only person in Santa Monica with the idea of a drink or two since there were no well positioned tables available for me. I took a seat at the end of the empty bar.

A pretty young barmaid smiled at me as she approached, throwing a coaster down with a practiced flick of her wrist. It skidded across the bar and stopped right in front of me. Tall and slim, she wore a white button-up blouse which hung loose over her hips and a pair of tight black leggings which could well have been painted on. The rise of her small breasts barely showed under her blouse, which fell away from her youthful body as she leant over the bar. She obviously knew that leaving the third button undone would have crossed over the thin line between sexy and indecent.

"Tall gin and tonic, please," I said, returning her smile.

"Bombay, Tanqueray, Hendricks?" she asked.

"Gordon's or Beefeaters will be fine, thanks," I smiled back at her. "Besides, it's the tonic that really matters. Schweppes, Canada Dry?"

My eyes dropped down her torso as she turned away to pick out the Beefeaters from the shelf behind the bar, watching as her tight leggings stretched over her shapely bottom with no pantylines in sight. She glanced over her shoulder, saw me admiring her rear and smiled again.

"Anything you'd like to nibble on this evening?" she said quietly but pointedly, looking into my eyes as I felt myself blushing.

"Perhaps later," I replied. "Is there anything you'd recommend?"

"Depends what you're in the mood for." She bit her lower lip as she scooped ice into the glass, her gaze still locked on mine. "We have quite an extensive menu if you'd like to look it over."

"Thanks...um...Beth," I said, looking down at the nametag perched on her tiny left breast as she placed my drink in front of me.

"Shall I start a tab for you, Mr.....?"

"Bond. James Bond," I said in my best English accent.

She didn't miss a beat. "Zo, Meester Bond, ve meet at last," she said with a straight face, before she broke down and that sexy grin took over.

"Wow, you're good, very good," I smiled, "but I think Svetlana or Olga works better then Beth. I'm going to call you Svetlana, I think."

"You mean I have to do this awful Russian accent all evening?" she pouted as she took my credit card from me, her pink lips looking so kissable.

"It sounds very sexy actually. Besides, if you want to be a Bond girl, then yes." I winked at her as she turned to assist another patron.

After my first sip of my drink, I turned my stool at an angle so I could review the scenery without craning my neck too far. A minute later, a very well-dressed woman walked in. Despite the warm weather, she wore dark stockings under a tight-fitting short black dress that showed off her delicious body. As always, my gaze fell immediately to the floor. A pair of black D'Orsay heels revealed the high curved arches of her feet.

I watched as she began to walk towards the bar, the delightful sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. My eyes wandered slowly up her shapely legs , over her body to her face. Our eyes met for a second before I looked away, my mind already visualizing her with that dress pooled at her feet. Images of her in sensuous expensive lingerie flitted through my brain - matching lace bra and panties, perhaps a red garter belt holding up those wispy lace topped stockings.

I felt that familiar stirring in my loins as I took another sip of my drink. I casually glanced past her as she took a seat at the other end of the bar, putting her purse in front of her as the pretty barmaid gave her that welcoming smile.

"Vodka martini, please, two olives," she said, sliding her bottom back on the barstool and swiveling it towards me to give her room to cross her legs. I could see her out of the corner of my eye, watching as she lifted one leg slowly. Her dress slipped up an inch or two, her legs parting for a moment before one thigh slid over her knee and came to rest on the other.

My cock grew a little harder as I caught a glimpse of soft flesh above her stocking top and a flash of white satin between her legs. I blushed slightly as I wondered if she had seen me admiring her. Well, okay, in reality, desperately trying to peek up her dress. 

Taking another drink, I once again casually scanned the room as if looking for a friend. Our eyes met again, and she gave me a quick smile. I smiled back and tilted my head slightly as if to say hello. It was her turn to let her look wander up and down. Thankfully, I had worn a suit and tie instead of my usual casual Dockers and sports jacket, so hopefully looked more like one of her respectable peers than a dirty old man looking up women's dresses in bars.

She gestured at me, pointing to our pretty barmaid who was ringing up another customer at my end of the bar.

I nodded. "Svetlana, this young lady needs you when you're ready."

Beth turned her head and smiled at the name, then walked the few steps to the bar.. "Yes, Ma'am?"

She leant closer over the bar and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Bathroom?" 

"Ahh, right," Beth's voice dropped to a whisper as well. "Behind this bar, then take a left to the far corner."

I glanced over as the two women exchanged words. Then the woman looked over at me, caught my eye and smiled. Her look almost dared me to break our eye contact and look down as she slowly uncrossed her legs, her dress riding a little further up her silk covered thighs. I held her look, She stood up, smoothed her dress, picked up her purse and walked in my direction, stopping to lean into me and whisper.

"So, I guess you only look when the girl isn't watching you? Did you like what you saw?"

I blushed as she smiled at me. As a practiced voyeur, it is very embarrassing when one gets caught. "Yes, I did. Very much." I said brashly. "And, it's so nice to see a beautiful woman wearing expensive white lingerie, especially under a black dress with dark stockings." I figured this woman didn't put up with pathetic excuses from anybody, least of all from some old guy peeking up her dress in public or staring at her feet. 

"I'm glad you approve," she responded. "So, which did you prefer, the heels or the panties?"

"That obvious, huh? And I thought I was being appropriately surreptitious."

"Oh no, you weren't really obvious, but I've come to recognize the signs of a man with certain...well, let's just say weaknesses shall we." She smiled as she spoke, resting her manicured hand on my thigh and looking down at my lap, my arousal a little more visible now. "And no, I don't mean signs like this delightful erection, either," she said as brushed the tip of her index finger over the outline under my trousers, smiling as it flexed under her touch.

"I'll be back soon, why don't you think about your answer." Her eyes twinkled as she walked to the back of the room in search of the bathroom.

I looked up to see Beth standing in front of me.

"It's amazing what you hear working at a place like this". she giggled quietly as she leant on the bar, her face close to mine. Her flowery scent filled my nostrils as our eyes met. "Would you like me to find a cozy table for two somewhere in the corner so you won't be interrupted?"

"Perhaps a cozy table for three?" I responded, raising my eyebrows questioningly.

"Hmmm, if I wasn't working all night I think I'd take you up on that offer," she said as she bit her lower lip seductively. "She's very attractive isn't she. Do you think she'd agree to it?"

"Good question, don't know. But it's nice to know that you would," I said smiling as I looked into her eyes. "Perhaps another time?"

"Perhaps, yes."

I heard that distinctive click-clack of high heels on the hardwood floor and looked up to see my new friend return. She smiled at me and deliberately put her purse down on the bar beside me.

I stood up and pulled the barstool out for her and watched as she stepped on the footrest with her heel and lifted her shapely bottom onto the seat. The muscles in the arch of her foot tightened along with her calf muscles, and I felt my cock respond to the thoughts running through my mind of me dropping to my knees and lowering my tongue to her stocking-clad foot.

She looked at me. "Well, I guess that answers my question," she said quietly. Then she crossed her legs again and slipped her foot from her shoe, letting it dangle from her toes. I tore my gaze away from her pretty foot and looked her in the eyes.

"I'm Jerry," I said, holding out my hand to her.

"Nice to meet you Jerry, I'm Estie," she smiled and shook my hand. Her grip was firm and I couldn't help but picture her manicured fingers circling my erection and stroking me slowly with that same firm grip.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Estie. May I perhaps buy you dinner tonight, I understand the food here is very good."

She glanced down at her watch. "Sadly, I have to be leaving soon to be back in L.A. I only stopped in to wait for the traffic to die down."

"C'est la vie," I smiled at her. "Perhaps another time?"

Beth, who had been unobtrusively following our brief exchange, leant in against the bar. "May I get another drink for either of you? And, you're both more than welcome to just have appetisers or dessert if you're strapped for time."

I looked across at Estie. "I'm up for a quick nibble."

"Oh, I'm sure you are, Jerry," she said, smiling seductively at me. I felt the toe of her shoe brush against my ankle as she glanced down at my lap.

Beth giggled. Estie looked at her and winked. My cock twitched. I watched as Estie's gaze moved down to enjoy the exposed gentle slope of Beth's pert breasts as she leant forward, then back up to her pretty face, now with a hint of a blush in her cheeks.

 "Actually," she said to both of us, "I'd love to take a raincheck.

Perhaps when we all have an evening free of commitments we could meet again? Beth, or is it Svetlana," she said with another wink, "let me settle up with you, I should get going." She reached into her purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and a business card and handed both across the bar.

"No, please, let me get this, Estie." I took the note from Beth and returned it to Estie. "Put it on my tab, please Svetlana. Did you use the valet parking Estie?"

"I'm in the lot on Second. It's a five minute walk from here."

"I'll walk with you, my hotel is on Second as well."

"Isn't this where you give me your number as well, Jerry?" Beth smiled, leaving her hand out expectantly. I slipped my business card to her as Estie pushed another of her cards along the bar to me.

"Oh, you live in Salt Lake. Great skiing!" She said as she turned to the register and closed out the tab.

"Do you get into Santa Monica often, Jerry?" Estie asked me, letting her foot brush against my leg again.

"About once a month, especially during the winter to get away from the cold." I signed the receipt for Beth, smiling as I saw the number that she had scribbled on the corner. "It's been a delight meeting you, Svetlana. I look forward to the next time."

"I do as vell, Meester Bond," she giggled as her sexy Russian accent reappeared. "I sink ve have some unfinished business to take care of, no?" she replied, leaning over the bar to kiss me softly on the cheek.

Estie watched her lithe young body as she stretched over. "Do I get a kiss as well?" She moved closer, her thighs pushing against mine. I felt her hand awfully close to my erect cock to balance as she leaned towards the pretty young barmaid. They kissed, but this time their lips met. Estie dug her nails into my thigh as they kissed.

"I'll text you my number, Estie," Beth said as she breathed deeply, her face flushed.

I got up and held out my arm for Estie and we walked out into the warm evening air.

"Actually, I just remembered that my husband has a late meeting, so I have a little more time than I thought." She looked up at me, the unspoken question in her voice. "Enough time for a quick nibble after all. Which hotel are you at?"

I pointed across the street, my heart beating a little faster as I heard her words.

Five minutes later, I was opening the door to my room, standing to one side to let her enter.

She walked in as I pushed the door closed, watching her taut bottom under her dress and listening to the clicking of her heels on the tile floor.

She sat on the end of the bed, leant back on her hands and looked up at me, her tongue brushing over her lips, wetting them.

I knelt down in front of her and let my hands run softly over her stocking-clad calves, moving them lower to her ankles. I moaned quietly as my fingers brushed against the black leather of her D'orsay heels, moving my face lower until I could reach my tongue out to graze over the top of her foot. She watched me intently, and lifted one foot slowly. I cupped her ankle and held it as my tongue slid down her foot to the leather hiding her toes, breathing deeply to capture the delicious scent of the expensive leather mixed with the essence of her foot. I felt her legs drifting apart slightly as I gave in to my fetish.

"Wait, Jerry, I think you need to be more comfortable. Why don't you get out of that nice suit for me?" she said quietly.

I knelt upright and took my jacket off, but before I could return my attention to her she lifted one foot and placed it on my chest.

"Oh no, Jerry, I meant everything, not just the jacket."

I got to my feet and reached up to undo my tie, looking into her eyes as I did so. She smiled, crossing her legs to allow herself to slide one heel out of her shoe and once again dangle it on her toes. I looked down as my rock hard cock throbbed under my pants. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Mmmm, nice. I do like a man that keeps himself in shape," she said, her knees drifting a little further apart, her dress riding up her lap as she did so. My gaze was drawn to the shadows between her thighs as I let my trousers fall around my ankles. I bent down and kicked off my shoes and pulled my socks off, my gaze still locked on her lap.

Estie licked her lips as she looked at my briefs, my erection straining against the light blue material.

She let her legs fall further apart, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings and the clips of her white garter belt. My cock throbbed and twitched in my briefs as I caught a glimpse of the naked skin above her stockings. Smiling, she reached one hand down to the hem of her dress.

"Move closer, Jerry, I can't quite reach you."

I took the two steps towards the bed and stood straddling her feet.

"Mmmm, much better."

I felt one of her shoes against my foot, then caught my breath as it moved slowly up my leg, the base of the thin heel scraping my skin. 

"I'm glad you like my taste in shoes Jerry." Her foot moved higher, the hard sole sliding over my skin as I watched, mesmerized. My breathing got deeper, my heartbeat faster, until I felt her sexy shoe against my cock, pressing, moving from side to side across my hardness.

I reached down to hold her foot as it caressed me.

"Not yet, Jerry," she giggled. "You're not quite comfortable enough."

As if to encourage me, she lifted the hem of her dress up as far as it could stretch.

"Oops, silly me, I forgot to put my panties back on after my pee at the bar, Jerry." Her naked smooth pussy was glistening, her swollen labia barely hiding her treasure within. She let go of her dress, covering her sex from my view as she moved her foot back to the floor.

I reached my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down my legs, my cock springing free from the constraining material.

She smiled as she lifted her foot again, sliding it up the inside of my legs until the toe pushed between my cheeks. "Did you want that nibble now Jerry?" she moved her foot higher and rested it on my chest as I resumed my kneeling position.

I held it in front of my face and gently slipped her shoe off before bring it to my lips, kissing her toes then letting my tongue brush over her sole, over the deliciously curved arch of her instep to her rounded heel .

She wiggled her toes encased in the silky smooth nylon of her stockings. "Nibble." It was bordering on a command.

I looked at her, leaning back, her hard nipples outlined under the tight dress as one hand slipped between her thighs. She moaned as her fingertips touched her wetness at the same time as my lips opened to take her toes into my mouth.

I nibbled, kissed and sucked eagerly on each of her pretty painted toes, my fingers scraping gently up and down her instep, caressing her foot. She urgently pulled her dress up to her waist, spreading her thighs wide apart and sliding the tip of one finger up and down her slit until it slipped between them.

She moaned as I bit down gently on her big toe before opening my mouth wider to accept more of her toes. "Oh fuck, Jerry, I need to lean back against the headboard."

I released her foot as she wriggled her bottom towards the pile of pillows at the headboard. I climbed on the bed and crawled up until I could once again worship her foot. She leaned back with a contented sigh, again spreading her legs apart lewdly, her dress now scrunched up at her waist exposing her glistening mound and the delightful shadowy cleft between her buttocks. 

I watched, cradling her foot against my chest, as she returned to her sex, hungrily sliding two finger deep inside her wet cunt, moaning more loudly as they moved inside her. She smiled as she raised her other foot, her expensive shoe still in place, and rested the sharp heel on my chest.

"I know how much you like these heels, Jerry. Why don't you play with whichever brings you the most pleasure." She smiled as she lowered the shoe slowly downward, the tip of the heel scraping over my skin and leaving a light red trail in it's wake. I moaned as I felt it move slowly over my stomach, the hard leather back of the shoe brushing against the sensitive head of my erect penis.

Her fingers moved faster inside her wetness and she moved her other hand to her hardened nub, fluttering her fingertips from side to side and brushing against it, her hips pressing upwards. She watched her black leather shoe moving across the head of my cock, now wet with my leakage. She watched as my mouth covered her stockinged toes coating them in a sheen of saliva.

Her moaning increased as her release neared. A film of perspiration on her face glinted under the lights of the room.

I reached down and, holding her foot, slid my hard cock between her curved instep and the sole of her shoe. The silky feel of her stocking rubbing against the head of my cock and the soft leather scraping along my shaft suddenly brought me closer to my own orgasm. My tongue licked her soft sole in my mouth as my hips started thrusting back and forth, fucking the deliciously narrow space between her arch and her expensive D'Orsay heel.

She flexed her foot, narrowing the space even more, squeezing me and I began to lose control, guttural sounds escaping from my throat as I gave in to my fetish. Estie watched as I grimaced at the excruciating pleasure of the friction against my cock before thrusting against her foot one final time and erupting onto her dark stockings.

"Oh fuckkkk!" she moaned loudly, watching my cum shooting from my cock and feeling it flexing under her arch. A few seconds later, Estie exploded with her own release, every muscle in her body clenched tightly, her foot buried in my mouth pushing against the back of my throat. Her body lifted off the bed as her warm sweet juices flowed from her smooth cunt, dribbling down between her cheeks.

I slipped my shrinking cock from it's heavenly nest and slowly pulled her other foot from my mouth, a couple of tails of saliva hanging from her toes, then collapsed on the bed beside her.

For what seemed like an eternity, we both lay on our backs, panting, our hearts pounding in our chests as we came down from our orgasms.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Just fucking amazing!"

I turned onto my side, leaned forward and kissed her softly, brushing the tip of my tongue over her soft lips. She smiled up at me.

"So, what are we going to do with Svetlana?"