Crumbs or no crumbs, at that point I could probably have slept without complaint on top of a pallet of bricks. I rolled over, turned out the lamp, and cuddled into the pillow.
I fell asleep in seconds.
I was just getting coffee at a place I used to frequent. Don't ask me why, but I guess I was just passing on the way to work, and felt like reliving old times, so I found myself at a table overlooking the city, watching the morning sun rise crisply over the horizon. The sound of traffic was loud in my ears, and I barely touched the coffee, but the warm smell of the familiar beans brought with it a comforting sense of home. Which was weird. This place hadn't been 'home' for years. When had I-
"Hey there!" A bright voice called out to me, and I turned away from the window to find a familiar woman sitting across from me. I couldn't quite place her, but as she flipped out her outlandishly long, curly blonde hair, and smiled at me with lips that reminded me of flower petals, I had that niggling sensation that I'd seen her somewhere before.
"What do you want?" I said roughly, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. She laughed softly, shaking her head and giving me a mysterious half-smile.
"Oh, good question! I was about to ask you the same thing."
Weird, but whatever. What did I want, anyway? A good night's sleep, for one, or else I wouldn't be sitting in this dingy cafe waiting for work to start. I kind of expected her to brush me off, but instead, she leaned back in her seat, giving me an appraising look. I'd never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before, and they pierced me like a knife.
"I'd like for us to be happy together, but you don't want that, do you?"
"What?" I answered. Damn it, why couldn't I remember who she was? Had I just been too drunk to remember her?
"Face it. You're going to go back to your humdrum little world, and you're not even going to remember my name."
Okay, I was officially confused as all hell. Why was this woman bothering me? I sputtered, but the woman placed a delicate, tan finger to my lips, her blue, blue eyes burning into mine.
"What do you want?" she said softly. Her hands smelt of orange blossoms and petrol.
"I, uhh..." I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? "I just want a good night's sleep!" I blurted.
She regarded me with a wry familiarity that felt entirely unearned, and whatever weird episode I was having relaxed its grip on me. I let out a wheezing breath.
"That will come to you soon, dear. Be patient. What else?"
Something smooth brushed the leg of my pants. The tanned blonde smirked, her plush lips tantalizingly close as she leaned forward toward me.
What else? What did I want out of life? If only I'd remembered to bring my bucket list. "A mansion with a Jacuzzi!"
Her eyes widened, startling me with how they reflected the midday sun. "Oh! A regular playboy, I see..."
A soft brush of nylon against my bare ankle. Her toes traced delicately over over my skin, their damp warmth shooting tingles straight up to my groin. Go higher! I silently begged.
"Hey, is it okay if I rest my foot in your lap?" She purred.
It didn't strike me as an odd question. As her big toe swirled daintily around my ankle bone, I nodded cautiously. "Hey, sure, whatever you want," I replied easily, taking a sip of tea. The dark, bitter liquid tasted of oranges and salt. My thoughts stilled as a silky, perfectly proportioned foot clad in dark pantyhose slithered between my legs, pinning my hardening cock against my belly through my slacks. The exquisite, damp heat of her sole made it almost feel like my trousers weren't there. I gasped, her tanned toes rubbing tiny circles over the tip of my cock as she gave me an amused look from across the table.
"What I want doesn't really matter, does it?" She gave me an expectant look, and I nodded. I think I might have agreed to just about anything so long as her toes kept circling my cock. "What do you desire?" Her sole pressed harder against my shaft, the silky, sweaty nylons sliding over me, the scent of orange blossoms and the smell of her feet making me gasp for breath.
I opened my mouth to respond, her squeezing and gripping the head of my cock, my eyes shooting skyward. Wait... when did it get dark out? Why were there still people here? Had I missed work to get a footjob from this random chick?
Her heel pressed deliciously against my balls, sending tremors of pleasure shooting up my spine. Her toes were slowly squeezing and flexing around my tip, their damp warmth like a pair of silken tongues slathering over me. I glanced at the people in the booth opposite, who were still inexplicably here despite it being well after closing time.
"What do you want?" the blonde pressed, squeezing my cock mercilessly under her pantyhosed sole. In a haze, you responded instinctively.
"I..."
"
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