We’ve met for lunch and I couldn’t resist propping a foot in your lap with hopes you’d like to rub it. After lunch we laugh and head for your car to chat longer. Unzipping my boots, spinning in the passenger seat, sliding my feet across the center console, you pull my socks off to reveal the nylons you requested I wear. A quick tease of dancing feet on your steering wheel, then it’s time to rub these nylons against the denim of your jeans. As much as you enjoy the feel of the nylons on your hands and face, I enjoy feeling everything with my feet and grabbing with my toes. Watch your hands o...

We’ve met for lunch and I couldn’t resist propping a foot in your lap with hopes you’d like to rub it. After lunch we laugh and head for your car to chat longer. Unzipping my boots, spinning in the passenger seat, sliding my feet across the center console, you pull my socks off to reveal the nylons you requested I wear. A quick tease of dancing feet on your steering wheel, then it’s time to rub these nylons against the denim of your jeans. As much as you enjoy the feel of the nylons on your hands and face, I enjoy feeling everything with my feet and grabbing with my toes. Watch your hands on my feet through your eyes, then through mine as we hang out right there on the side of the street with people passing by, not caring that they can see us indulging our fetishes together. Turn down the radio for this last part so we can listen to the rustle of the nylons against the denim. It feels so good....where shall my feet wander next?