Copyright 2013
Chocolate was definitely Melissas color. It perfectly accentuated every part of her
beautiful features, here hair, her eyes, her smile, everything. She was an exquisite figure
walking into the café, chocolate ankle boots, chocolate tights, brown tweed skirt, and that
deliciously rich brown skin tight sweater.
Melissa saw Ryan waiting for her at the table by the window. She scurried quickly to the
table smiling at every one. Giving Ryan a peck on the cheek, she plopped down into the
empty chair securely tucked her purse and shopping bags beneath the table. Ryan heard
the swish of nylon as she crossed her legs.
Its going to snow today she said unzipping her boot.
How do you know asked Ryan as he heard the muffled thud of Melissas boot hitting
the floor under the table?
Its my toe replied Melissa, It always aches when it is going to rain or snow. It was
killing me when I was shopping. I even went into a shoe store to take my boot off for a
bit to rest it. I think its going to be a blizzard.
You just took off boot said Ryan.
Melissa smiled guiltily.
Put your foot in my lap and Ill make your meteorological toe feel better Ryan
suggested.
Here inquired Melissa?
Ryan picked up his napkin and smiled, Itll be fine. Ill be subtle.
Melissa glanced quickly around the café and furtively placed her stocking foot between
Ryans thighs.
Dropping the napkin on top of Melissas foot he began rubbing her toes through the
napkin.
Ooh, thats the toe, said Melissa. I broke it in gymnastics a few years ago and
whenever it is going to rain or snow it really aches.
Ryan slipped his hand under his napkin tenderly rubbed her long middle toe. Her
stocking was warm and moist. Melissa felt a growing hardness between Ryans legs.
Melissa closed he eyes sighed a soft moan and flashed a content smile. I dont think my
toe is the only thing beginning to feel good right now she whispered.
Ryan smiled. It was always a fantasy of his to be at a restaurant eating his favorite meal
with an attractive womans silky nylon foot in his lap slowly exciting him. Could this be
the moment he thought. So many times he tried to get a woman to do this and now it
might happen by accident. He could hardly believe it. Gently, he pushed Melissas foot
against himself.
Hello, my name is Seth, intruded a waiter, Ill be taking your order today. Can I get
you anything to drink?
Melissas foot disappeared from between his legs.
After the entrees arrived the waiter asked if there was anything Melissa and Ryan needed
and then he excused himself.
It might be blizzard you tomorrow, whispered Melissa as she rubbed her stocking foot
over Ryans shoe.
Ryan immediately became aroused, Is your toe bothering you again?
It never stopped bothering me and it has gotten so cold.
Melissa slipped her toes under the cuff of Ryans pants.
I can rub it again for you, suggested Ryan trying to contain his excitement.
That would be so nice cooed Melissa as she pulled her foot back from under Ryans
pant cuff. She pressed he foot against Ryans leg and her foot followed his leg up to the
warm comfortable place beneath his napkin.
Your toe is cold said Ryan as he caressed it with his fingers.
Melissa pushed her foot forward and was impressed by what her toes felt.
Ryan, Melissa a high pitched voice exclaimed.
Again, Melissas foot frustratingly disappeared.
Both Melissa and Ryan looked at Amanda their loveable loquacious annoying friend.
Mind if I join you, Amanda asked plopping down in an empty chair, Whats that?
I took my boot off, replied Melissa pulling her boot back with her stocking foot. I was
just about to put it back on.
Ryan was so disappointed.
Is it going to snow tomorrow or something asked Amanda? Amanda began untying her
boot. I have to take my boots off too. I got these cute, wool Christmas socks but wool
always makes me itch. I wanted to wear them so I wore them over pantyhose thinking
they wouldnt itch but that just made my feet hot and itchy.
Amanda dropped her boot under the table and began vigorously scratching her foot. She
peeled off her sock and scratched some more.
That feels so good, said Amanda. She undid her other boot, stripped her other sock and
started scratching again.
Electing not to put her boot back on, Melissa placed her stocking foot on top of Ryans
shoe and both of they knew her foot would not move from that spot.
After paying the check Ryan took a final sip of his coffee as he waited for his dinner
companions to put on their boots with an amused enjoyment.
Ryan finished shoveling the snow. He was cold, damp and tired. He hated shoveling
snow but he was hoping for a lot of snow this winter.
Melissa found herself in familiar situation. It was going snow tomorrow and she had lost
her shoe under the table. Normally that wasnt a big deal but today she was aiding her
boss at a big executive meeting. She was slowly moving her stocking foot around under
the conference table but felt nothing but plush carpet. Her boss was busily reviewing her
up coming presentation as the executives held a brief sidebar at the other end of the table.
This was the perfect time to take a discreet peek under the table.
Melissa was horrified; her boss was wearing two different shoes! They werent even
close to the same color.
The weather report predicted snow so Ryan decided to surprise Melissa by asking her out
to dinner. He made reservations at a restaurant he knew well and requested a specific
table. The table only sat two. It had a floor length table cloth and was in a secluded
corner well away from other tables. It was the perfect place for his fantasy to quietly take
place. He pictured romantically pulling Melissas chair out for her to sit down and
imagined Melissa would have her shoe off before he sat down.
So do you think it is going to snow tomorrow, asked Ryan?
Oh its definitely going to snow tomorrow replied Melissa.
Would you like me to make your toe feel better, Ryan anxiously asked?
No, Im keeping my shoe on today said Melissa.
You are, quietly exclaimed Ryan!
After what happened today I have to practice keeping my shoe on when my toe starts
aching, Melissa answered. As tempted as I am to slip it off I am determined to keep
my shoes on during dinner tonight.
Disappointment was a feeling Ryan to which, was all too often becoming familiar.
So what happened, inquired Ryan, Give me all the details.
Perhaps he could enjoy the story vicariously.
Well, began Melissa, When Im at work I really dont like to take my shoe completely
off. Most of the time, Ill lift my heel out of the shoe and pull my foot back a little bit
and thats enough to relax my toe. Sometimes I will cross my legs and let my shoe
dangle a bit. If I take my shoe off I like to put my foot on top of the shoe so I can slip it
on quickly without having to fish around for it. Today I just got careless and at a big
meeting too in front of my boss. I wore new heels to the meeting and we walked to lunch.
After lunch my toe was throbbing and I guess my feet swelled a bit because the shoes
were feeling so tight and my stocking toe seam was cutting into my toe. So I crossed my
legs and pulled my shoe completely off. Im telling it was ecstasy. I only intended to take
my shoe off for a few seconds but it felt so good. I switched hands holding my shoe and
began adjusting my toe seam and rubbing my toe. My fatal error was putting my shoe
down on the floor and keeping my legs crossed happily wagging my foot. After a little
while I slipped my other foot half out of its shoe. Im not sure how long it was but I came
to the realization that I was looking at the CEO and CFO of my company with my shoes
off under the table.
Melissa paused to take a sip of water and Ryan urged her to continue.
So anyway, she continued I suddenly felt embarrassed. I dont know why, I just did. I
slipped one shoe on, uncrossed my legs and felt around for my other shoe. The CEO was
looking right at me so I didnt want to look under the table or anything like that but I
wasnt feeling my shoe. I wasnt where it was supposed to be. I kept smiling and secretly
moving my foot around under the table. The CEO smiled back. Then the CEO and CFO
started a conversation. I glanced at my boss and she was going over the presentation she
was about to deliver so I dared to look under the table. Do you know what I saw?
Your shoe, guessed Ryan.
Yes, exclaimed Melissa. I saw my shoe on my bosss foot. She was wearing my shoe!
She was about to get up and make a presentation wearing a chocolate brown shoe and a
taupe pump. Her empty shoe was under her chair.
I guess you werent the only one slipping your shoes off under the table stated Ryan as
if he made a brilliant deduction.
Duh, responded Melissa.
So what did you do, asked Ryan?
I whispered to her and said she was wearing my shoe, said Melissa. She whispered
back. She explained she slipped her shoes off under the table but her feet swelled up and
she couldnt get her shoes back on. She told she was in a panic until she slipped my shoe
on. She asked me for my other shoe. Since she was my boss I gave it to her. Then I
spent the rest of her presentation trying to slip her shoes on, which was an impossible
task. At the end of the meeting my boss proudly schmoozed with the executives after her
successful presentation standing in my shoes while I traipsed out in my stocking feet
carrying my bosss shoes. I was humiliated.
Your boss is a jerk, consoled Ryan.
Well, yes and no, Melissa admitted. She apologized profusely for taking my shoes and
thanked me even more and vowed that we would never eat lunch at that restaurant again;
the food was too salty. She said if she didnt put my shoe on by mistake she would have
had to make the presentation in her stocking feet. She said she would make it up to me.
But still if I kept my shoe on I wouldnt have felt so stupid! Im keeping my shoes on
tonight.
Snow shoveling was monotonous and tiring yet Ryan was hoping for more snow before
Christmas.
It was Ryans company Christmas party tonight and he sat on Melissas couch has she
ran around in her stocking feet getting ready. The little black dress Melissa chose was
perfect in Ryans eyes and the sheer black pantyhose wonderful. Melissa darted into her
bedroom and then came out wearing black foot socks over her stockings carrying a pair
of impossibly high heels.
Could you get my coat please, Melissa requested.
OK, replied Ryan, Whats with the socks and shoes?
The socks protect my stockings when Im walking without my shoes, explained
Melissa. My toe tells me there is going to be a ton of snow tomorrow. Im not putting
my shoes on until we pull up to the door and as soon as we sit down to dinner theyll be
off under the table and I hope I can find someplace comfortable to rest my sore toe.
Maybe someone will even rub it for me.
Melissa grinned devilishly.
As the parking valet opened the door Melissa placed her high heels on the ground. The
valet politely held Melissas hand as she stepped into her shoes. She flashed a warm
smile to the valet and the valet watched her as she walked through the door with Ryan.
During the ****tail hour Melissa was always at Ryans side. She would grab his arm
lean into him, and slip her foot half out of its shoe. Ryan could only smile. Occasionally
she would rub his leg with her stocking foot as he conversed with his coworkers. The
only time the two were apart was when Ryan went to the bar to freshen their drinks. He
and Melissa looked at each other from across the room and Melissas height instantly
decreased by four inches. Melissa smiled self consciously at Ryan as if she had been
caught doing a bad thing. Ryan just smiled back at her.
When Ryan got back to Melissa, she put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she
stepped back into her shoe. They both headed to the dining room.
Its going to be a blizzard, whispered Melissa, My poor toe needs a good rub.
As Ryan and Melissa approached their table the Managing Partners Executive Assistant
approached Ryan. She explained that one of the head table guests, and his wife could not
make it at the last minute. The Managing Partner wanted to invite Ryan and Melissa to
sit with him. For both Melissa and Ryan this was disappointing good news. They were
reluctantly cheerful with their acceptance of the invitation.
At the head table, Ryan sat next to the Managing Partner and his wife. For a little while,
Melissas aching toe found comfort under the cuff of Ryans pant leg but for most of the
dinner Melissas stocking foot rested atop her shoe beneath the table.
It was a gray dank day and the snow was heavy. Ryan looked down at the pristine bright
white snow and up at the gray opaque sky. This day for some reason reminded him so
much of last night. He inhaled cold stinging air and grabbed his shovel.
Exhausted he plopped down in front of his TV and turned on the weather channel. There
was going to be a warming trend.
Christmas Eve arrived as did sixty degree weather. The sun was shining bright and there
was not a cloud in the sky. Melissas boss gave Melissa a gift certificate to the fanciest,
four star restaurant in town. It was an attempt to make up for the shoe incident earlier.
Melissa invited Ryan to a Christmas Eve dinner there.
During dinner Melissa began to fidget and reached under the table.
What are you doing inquired Ryan?
Im unbuckling my shoe answered Melissa, Its going to snow big time tomorrow.
What, exclaimed Ryan incredulously, Thats not what the weather report says. It says
sunny with record highs.
There was a hollow clop of a shoe hitting the floor under the table and Melissa moaned
almost imperceptibly.
I know said Melissa. Ive heard the weather reports too but my toe never lies.
At that instant Melissas stocking foot flicked Ryans napkin from his lap.
My toe could use a rub cooed Melissa.
Before Ryan could drop his hands into his lap Melissa pushed her toes in to the growing
hardness Ryan was experiencing.
Never mind, Melissa said. Keep eating, I can rub it myself.
With that she pushed the arch of her foot over Ryans bulge and polished his belt buckle
wit her toes. Ryan heard the other shoe drop. He was just about to speak when Melissa
put her other foot in his lap. If sweet Melissa ever had a sinister smile Ryan was looking
at it.
The weather report was right. It was sunny with a record high but it was a very Merry
Christmas indeed.