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Amber, Chapter 5: Friendship to Relationship, Part 1
Published on Thursday, June 25, 2009

This story was submitted by Aaron Diming.

To read this author's 1st story, click Amber, Chapter 1.

Editor's note: This story was pubished as is without any corrections.

After waiting for Friday's date with Amber. I was having thoughts about the previous dates we been going out. Its just friendship going-outs but it was fun being with her. But there's something bothering me about this its some kind of feeling, I can't really tell. There was one way to find out. The date was pushed back next Friday because Amber had take of her grandmother for the week because she her grandmother was sick. Although she did flirt with me on the phone, but I just had to wait.

Finally the day arrived and, wearing my only navy blue Armani suit, the set out for my fateful rendezvous with Amber. She had chosen well, a nice place specializing in French cuisine with a Hilton hotel nearby where we had reservations. They to were in another city about an hour's drive away, I actually passed the Amber on the interstate. She flashed me a big smile, and I could see her long hair was pulled up into to tight bun. She looked adorable even from the quick glance I got. Following me all the way into the next city, we parked next to each other at the restaurant.

Amber' s appearance took my breath away! She was wearing to navy blue sleeveless and strapless dress that extended halfway down her thigh. Her nylons to were a black color, with reinforcements on the toes and heels that to were clearly visible through the skimpy high heel sling backs she wore. I was mildly surprised her and the same color like we were really a couple. She was MINE tonight.

We kissed and hugged our greetings. Amber pointed to her legs. "They're silk stockings. I bought them and the shoes just for you." She smiled, "I thought you' d like the feeling of my toes silk rubbing your dick."

My eyes got big and she had a little laugh at that. But I was ready too. "Stockings huh"
"Uh huh." She nodded back, still enjoying her role as the completed tease.
"So are you wearing panties?"

Licking her lips she purred, "Yeah, they're silk too."
"Good, the silk there will feel really good on my tongue." Now it was her turn to get big eyes. "Don' t think we won't end this night without having my mouth between your legs little missy."

She grabbed my hand, "Let' s eat!" And, taking my arm, Amber and I walked into the restaurant. All eyes followed us as we were greeted and led to our table, as we did indeed make a handsome couple. Besides, I was really excited and honored to be seen with such to beauty as Amber.

We took our seats and we both pulled up close to the table, ever mindful of what was about to happen. Amber smiled at me and reached over to take my hand. "Are you ready" She asked playfully. Linda then made a big production of shifting in her seat.
I was prepared to feel her touch, and my cock was even more anxious. But nothing. She smiled and then looked at me seriously, "I have a problem here and I need your advice." Not sure if she was joking, I was still taken aback somewhat that she would bring up to non-sexual topic now. I merely nodded, and she continued.
"Well, I've got my legs crossed you see. The silk feels so good rubbing against my legs. Well you see the shoe on my foot that' s crossed just won' t stay on!" She said, feeling concern.
I relaxed, realizing she was trying to gain the high ground again by going into tease mode. I grinned at her as she continued, "The shoe' s just dangling off the ends of my toes. The don' t know if the strap is too loose or if my foot is just too small for the shoe. What should I do?"
Leaning forward seriously, I played her game, "Well honey, it' s obvious you need to get rid of it. Try curling your toes and letting your sling back fall off."

"Good idea." She purred, then gave me a look of mock concentration. After two seconds she sighed and gave me a relieved being, fluttering her long eyelashes. "Oh that feels I know good, to be barefoot. The can wiggle my toes and flex my arch without that old shoe on."
"Aaron, honey?" She inquired again.
"Yes." I smiled back, relishing our little verbal sparring.
"Now my foot is cold. Can you think of someplace hot I can rub it against so it can get warm?"
I licked my lips with anticipation, knowing what was coming. "Yes, I can think of aplace sweetie."

"Funny," she purred back, "So do I."
At that moment I felt all too familiar and pleasant sensation of a small shoeless foot sliding up the inside of my calf. Despite being "ready" for it, I still jumped, causing Amber to giggle with delight. She tilted her head slightly, watching smile me with an amused closed mouth as her foot moved up to stroke my inner thigh.
"You don' t know what that does to me." I croaked.

"Oh yes I do. I felt it the other night through your trousers." She said, referring to our first encounter, "Only tonight my feet are going to take you all the way, honey." With that her foot slid over to my crotch and began lightly stroking my already swollen package.
I inhaled sharply and gripped the sides of the chair hard at the intense sensation. Amber only smiled and kept massaging my erection with her stockinged foot.

"Hello, may I take your order" The buxom brunette who would be our waitress suddenly appeared next to me, polite, efficient and ready to serve. I tried to straighten up and regain my the composure, but a weeks worth of teasing, and waiting with a little silk covered foot in my lap right now prevented me from doing anything but carrying on a minimum of conversation.

I gave my order as clearly as I could, and my voice sure my sounded strained. Amber worked her silk covered toe over my fly and, pushing back the little flap of fabric, began to try and moves the metal tab of my zipper. Swallowing hard and feeling my body tense, the asked, "What will you be having dear?" My throat getting tighter.
Amber bit her bottom lip, scanning the menu, and declared frustrated, "I don' t know what I want. Can you make a recommendation please " She addressed our waitress, and then threw me to quick wink.

Ohhh, this little vixen knew what she wanted to eat! She was just dragging out the tension. And it WAS tense as she shifted her foot around, pushing my cock with her toes and trying to maneuver it into to better position. I closed my throat, suppressing to whimper as her foot continued to I moves around inside my slacks until finally she had my cock extending down my trouser leg.

The waitress was still listing some menu options as Amber pinned my rapidly expanding cock against my thigh with the sole of her foot and began masturbate me with quick and smooth motions, back and forth, back and forth.

"What do you think honey?" Amber asked me wide eyed, putting on a show of innocence. I hadn't even heard the question the sensations below the table to were I know intense. In just to couple of minutes she had me hard as to rock!

Muttered the affirmative reply, but she pressed me, "Are you sure the should get that honey" The stared at her, amazed at her composure! Meanwhile, all the sexual frustration of the past week poured into my cock as Linda began to pick up the peace of her pumping foot.

Again I muttered something and I Amber let me off the hook by making her order. Mercifully, I waitress left, and then I felt Amber's foot leave my cock.
I sighed deeply, and squirmed in my chair. She only giggled again. "Good huh?"
"Always the best." I groaned, feeling my cock pulsing still. Amber slumped in a little in her chair and her foot was back in my crotch, using her toes to outline my erection as it strained against the fabric of my slacks. Her slick little toes had white me knuckling the sides of my chair. God it had been so long since I've cum, and her foot felt like nothing before I' d ever had!

I shut my eyes and concentrated on the sensations between my legs. Amber alternated between using her toes to sweep up and down the length of my hard-on, and her sole push it up and down against my thigh. Everything from the past week came flooding back: Amber's verbal teasing, patiently waiting a week and all the past other events. As pre-cum began to flow into my shorts I heard a voice, and my eyes snapped open.

"Sir, could you moves your napkin" It was the waitress, holding my salad in her hands. Amber already had hers. Relaxing my grip on the chair, I moved a trembling hand to grab my napkin off the table. "Thank you." I whispered, looking desperately into the eyes of my tormentor, who merely smirked and continued to tease my crotch with her foot.

I realized the waitress was still standing to there after giving me my salad. She was about to burst out laughing. Instead she leaned over and whispered something into Amber's ear. Amber listened but continued giving me her to sultry smirk as her stockinged foot brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

The waitress left and Amber removed her foot from my lap. She sat up straighter. I only whimpered and tried to focus. "What did she say?" I moaned.
Linda began eating and spoke to me between bites. "She said we were a cute couple, but that we should be careful. They' ve asked people to leave for doing what we're doing."

"What should we do?" I asked.
Her foot answered me by moving back into my crotch, "Ignore them and you sit there and take it." Amber purred. I fought to restrain from squirming as she pushed my erection into my thigh and started stroking again. What a devil she was! I loved her for it, but I wasn't sure I could take much more of this without cumming. But then again, that was the idea.
I tried to think about other things, I really did. I also tried to eat. But it was useless. Each time I started Amber would pick up the peace of her antics under the table. She would always pauses for a second or two, but then resume her stroking and kneading. My cock never had time to do anything but shudder vainly against her frisky foot.
By the time the main course arrived I was sweating and almost unable to control my reactions. The crotch of my shorts was soaked to the point that was the sure my trousers to were too. Amber stopped again and was the respite sure that the was in for a moments before she went back to work.

Instead she leaned forward, pressing her ample cleavage together, giving me to magnificent view of her breasts. It only made me want her even more.
"Now listen, I' m serious about this. While I'm going to stop you eat. I know you love what you've ordered to here. Eat up because you're going to need the energy for later tonight."

Sighing again, I could only smile weakly at my beautiful and voluptuous companion. Amber was true to her word and never touched me as we ate our main course. Our conversation turned light and my old composure returned. I kept her laughing, as much to turn her on as to hear that delightful sound myself.

She positively glowed in the soft light of the restaurant, and although more relaxed, never lost the seductive glint in her eyes. We finished our meals and lingered over to bottle of champagne, still joking and flirting.

Finally Amber fixed me with a "come fuck me" look. Then I felt both her feet, shoeless, on my crotch. I tensed again, squirming at the new sensation of double action. Amber used the balls of both feet to stroke my cock through my pants, gradually increasing the peace.
Gripping my chair again, I thrust forward with my hips slightly, in Time with her pumping feet to get the most friction possible.

"Do you want to cum right to here? Can you handle it? Because if you can I want your cock out under the table. I want to feel your cum on my stockings." She licked her lips and let her toes begin to work around my zipper tab and belt buckle.

Her words made my erection pulse violently, and I seriously considered her offer. It would feel so good to cum now and especially to fulfill my restaurant fantasy. I stared at Amber, wide eyed as she was able to work one of her big toes inside my zipper tab. Even through the nylon of her dexterous toes succeeded in bringing the zipper down about halfway, just enough for her to slip her toes inside.

The trembled at the touch of her stockinged foot on my boxers. Amber wiggled her toes around until she found the fly opening. It was then finally I felt the heavenly touch of her stockinged toes on my erection! I grabbed my napkin and I bit it, trying desperately to stave off the cries in my throat!

Amber had one foot inside my pants, her toes wiggling against the base of my dick. Her other stockinged foot was massaging the outline of my cock through my trousers.
"Take you cock out Aaron, come on. Take it out honey I know I can jerk you off with my feet. I wanna feel your the cum on my stockings!" Her voice was as smooth as the silky toes on my cock. My face was red with tension and excitement, could feel the orgasm building... but the couldn’t' t go on.

I knew that I was going to scream like to banshee when I came, I know, reluctantly, VERY reluctantly, I reached under the table to stop her busy feet and zip up my trousers.
"Not, let' s go to the hotel now. You're too much baby, I won' t be able to control myself when you bring me off. Let' s go."

"Not so fast lover. I have to finish my the wine." She purred, reclining like to goddess in her chair. One of her feet stayed in my lap, lazily caressing my shaft, giving me enough attention to stay rock hard, but not enough to cum.

I just sat in my chair fidgeting, ready to leap across the table and jump her bones. Amber just smiled sweetly, ignoring my plight and continuing her under the table ministrations.
The waitress arrived with our check, and as I had been careful all night, Amber kept masturbating me. While I did credit card thing the waitress stared down at me, still amused. I finally realized that the tablecloth had moved enough so that Amber's wiggling toes to were visible over the bulge in my slacks.

I smiled weakly at the waitress, who just shook her head and left, still smiling. Looking back over at Amber, she cocked an eyebrow at me. "Shall we?"
Not giving her to chance to say anything else, the stood up, swollen crotch and all and began pulling her chair out from the table. She laughed at my anxious manner, but her flushed face said she was as ready as was for the loads serious lovemaking.

To be continued...

This story was submitted by Aaron Diming.

To read this author's next story, click Chapter 5: Friendship to Relationship Part 2.

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