Torrid Foot Play In An Empty Theater

Published early on our Previews page on Thursday, March 26, 2026.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Friday, March 27, 2026.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

The arguing started on Sunday night and continued for three days. By Wednesday I was tired of arguing. When I got home from work, I removed my high heels, changed into casual clothes, and I put on my flip flops. Then my husband came home, and we started in again.

I said to him, "I'm tired of fighting, so I'm going out tonight."

I got in the car dressed as I was, and began driving. I started to think "Where should I go?"

I finally settled on a movie. I went to the theater, one of those with the comfortable reclining seats, and I paid for my ticket. I didn't even know what movie I was seeing. You are usually given a designated seat, but the attendant at the theater entrance said I could sit anywhere since I was the only one who paid for a ticket.

He was right. There was no one else in the theater, so I decided on the last row, directly in the middle. I got to my seat, slid out of my flip flops, and I sank into the recliner. The previews started, but I wasn't interested. Before long, I fell fast asleep. My thoughts were all over the place, and I started dreaming, first, about my husband and this stupid argument, and then I was dreaming someone was sniffing and licking my feet. It felt good even though it was a dream. This is what my husband will do sometimes when we make love, and I love it, so I could feel my pussy getting moist even though I was asleep.

This dream felt like it went on for some time. At one point, I opened my eyes and realized, it was not a dream. There, at the foot of my recliner was the young attendant kneeling down, sniffing, and licking my toes and soles ever so gently. To be honest, it felt really good, so I didn't want him to stop. I felt all the tension of arguing with my husband just disappear.

The attendant didn't notice that I opened my eyes. He was too engrossed in what he was doing. He continued to worship my feet, and I was totally enjoying it.

I opened my eyes again, and there was still no one other than him and me in the theater. By this time my pussy juices were flowing freely, and I so wanted to fuck him. I loved that he was taking advantage of me, which went on for quite some time.

At one point I moaned, and opened my eyes.  He saw me, and was startled.

He started to apologize profusely, saying, "I am so sorry."

I said to him, "Don't worry. It feels really great, so please don't stop."

His eyes grew wider, and he knelt down again, this time kissing and massaging my feet almost as good as my husband. While he was doing that, I slid my hand down the front of my pants, and I began masturbating.

At one point he stuck all of the toes on my right foot into his mouth, and he moved his tongue all over them. That is when I moaned out loud, and had a huge orgasm.

He didn't know what to do at that point, but he was bursting at the seams.

I said to him, "Put my other foot in your mouth, and do the same thing."

He was so good at sucking my toes, I came again, just as hard.

Then I told him, "Take out your cock, and rub it on my feet."

He couldn't get it out fast enough. The minute his hard throbbing cock touched my feet, he came as hard as I have ever seen with the most cum on my feet ever, covering them both. Then he collapsed, totally exhausted.

At that point I asked him to get some towels to clean my feet. He zipped up and left. When he was gone, I finished playing with my pussy, and I came one more time. I also reached down, and got some of his cum on my feet to taste.

When he came back, he cleaned me really well. He told me, "I work every Wednesday, and the theater is usually empty, so please come back because you have gorgeous feet."

I smiled and gave him my phone number, and I told him, "Text me again when the theater is empty. If I can, I'll come right over."

He thanked me, and I left.

He does text me, and we continue our torrid foot play in the empty theater on slow Wednesdays whenever we can. Thanks to my husband's stubbornness, I found a new foot partner, about whom my husband doesn't know. I'm going to keep it that way.