I saw the tip of her big toe unconsciously tickle the smooth, tender skin on the inside of her right thigh. A moment later, I thought I noticed an almost imperceptible tightening of her thigh muscles as she felt the sensation of that touch. Then, she shifted in her seat, and her heel became more tightly pressed against the juncture of her thighs. As she carried on conversation with her companions, I was privileged to enjoy the delicious sight of her rocking so very slowly, causing the mound of her pubis to grind against her rounded heel. A sudden eruption of giggles from the three young ladies almost startled me, I quickly realized that the topic of their conversation was boys.

My angel in red and white seemed to be relating the details of an intimate encounter to her friends. Her forehead furrowed in concentration as she spoke to them and I knew she was reliving the experience as she described it for her companions. All five toes of her beautiful foot curled delectably against her inner-thigh and her heel continued pressing tightly against her cloth-covered pubic mound. She became more animated in her story-telling, which resulted in a faster rocking action of her mid-section, pushing her heel harder against her sweet cunty. At that moment, I wanted ever so much to touch the tender flesh of the sole of her exquisite foot, perhaps to run the tip of my tongue along the length of it.

Instead, I continued to watch as she used her heel to masturbate in public. It was a veritable feast for the eyes, her well-turned ankle, alabaster instep, perfectly shaped toes and scarlet-colored nails, and the smooth, round heel that had found a warm, comfortable nest in which to temporarily reside. And, I was certainly being given a whole new meaning for the phrase "golden arches". As I gazed upon this splendid site, I could feel my excitement beginning to catch up with hers. I became engorged and erect inside my bluejeans, the confining material only serving to stimulate me further. Lowering one hand to my lap, I began to slowly rub the underside of my stiffened organ through the denim.

Just as it seemed her orgasm must surely be imminent, she suddenly stopped and unfurled her leg to stretch it. I too halted my ministrations momentarily, taking a long, cool sip of my soda while she took a bite of her burger. And, as she resumed with her story, she again moved her tiny foot between her legs, just as I once again began luxuriously stroking my aching manhood. We were both almost there, just a few more moments, and as her throat became flushed almost as red as her halter top and toenails...as her nipples became stiff beneath the flimsy material of her top...as her entire body tightened with the excruitiating wonderful feeling of it, a thick, creamy dollop of mayonnaise escaped the confines of her hamburger bun and fell, slow motion-like, into her lap, splattering against the hot flesh of her inner thigh and onto her busily grinding heel.

That is when she came, a tremendous climax that she did her best to disguise from her lunch companions by bursting out in laughter. At that precise moment, my own orgasm overtook me as my pulsing rod spewed forth its hot liquid discharge inside my pants. As we each regained our composure, I couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking of ways to cover, when she departed, the dark wet spot that had formed on the white cloth between her thighs. The crotch of my jeans was soaked with my semen, but the dark material would make it much easier for me to make a dignified exit. She ended up leaving before me, her handbag strategically hanging in front of her at just the right level, and I could swear she gave me just one fleeting glimpse, and the hint of a smile, as she arose from her table......