Will you be Able to Keep it in Your Pants?

I couldn’t believe my luck that night. The bar was buzzing, neon lights casting a sultry glow over the crowd, but my eyes were locked on her. She sat across from me at a small, dimly lit table, her legs crossed under a short black skirt, one strappy heel dangling playfully from her toes. Her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her sly grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“You’re staring, Jake,” she teased, her voice low and smoky, stirring something deep in my gut.

“Can you blame me?” I shot back, leaning forward. “Those heels are practically begging for attention.”

She laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, these old things?” She extended one leg, letting the heel swing before it dropped to the floor with a soft clink. Her bare foot, nails painted a deep crimson, flexed in the air. “What’s got you so distracted? My feet?”

I swallowed hard, my jeans already feeling tighter. “Maybe.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Kinky boy,” she murmured, sipping her drink. “Wanna get out of here? See how much trouble we can get into?”

We barely made it to her apartment before the tension snapped. The door clicked shut, and Lila pushed me against it, her lips crashing into mine. Her hands roamed my chest, tugging at my shirt as she whispered, “You’re gonna love this.”

She led me to her couch, shoving me down with a playful smirk. “Stay put,” she ordered, kicking off her heels. Her bare feet padded across the hardwood floor as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the kitchen. The sight of her arches, high and smooth, made my pulse race. I’d never admitted my thing for feet to anyone before, but Lila seemed to know instinctively.

She returned, setting the wine on the coffee table before sinking onto the couch beside me. “So,” she said, stretching her legs across my lap, “you gonna tell me what’s got you so worked up?” Her toes wiggled against my thigh, the soft pressure sending a jolt straight to my groin.

“Jesus, Lila,” I groaned, my hands itching to touch her. “Your feet are… fucking perfect.”

She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, you are kinky. Good.” She slid one foot higher, brushing it against the growing bulge in my jeans. “Let’s see if you can keep it in your pants, Jake.”

I gritted my teeth, already losing that battle. Her foot pressed harder, toes curling against the denim, and I let out a shaky breath. “You’re evil,” I muttered.

“Evil?” she purred, her other foot joining the first, both now teasing me through the fabric. “I’m just getting started.” She leaned back, propping herself on her elbows, her skirt riding up to reveal more of her thighs. “Take off your pants.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands fumbled with the zipper, and soon my jeans and boxers were around my ankles. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing under her gaze. Lila’s eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Well, damn,” she said. “Look at you.”

Before I could respond, her feet were on me. The soft soles pressed against my shaft, warm and smooth, moving in slow, deliberate strokes. I groaned, gripping the couch cushions. “Fuck, Lila…”

“Like that?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. One foot slid down, toes teasing my balls while the other kept up its torturous rhythm. “You’re so hard already. Bet you won’t last five minutes.”

“Wanna bet?” I managed, though my voice was strained. Her feet were relentless, the pressure alternating between firm and featherlight, driving me insane. The crimson polish on her toes glinted in the lamplight, and the sight of them working me over was almost too much.

“Talk to me, Jake,” she said, her tone commanding. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Fucking incredible,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Your feet… they’re so soft, so—shit—so good.” Her arches curved perfectly around me, stroking faster now, and I could feel the heat building, my control slipping.

“Mmm, good boy,” she cooed, her toes curling tighter. “You love this, don’t you? Bet you’ve been thinking about it all night.”

“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “Couldn’t stop staring at your feet in those heels.”

“Knew it,” she said, smirking. “Kinky bastard.” She shifted, one foot pressing harder while the other teased the tip, smearing precum across my skin. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve on fire. “You gonna cum for me, Jake? Gonna make a mess all over my pretty feet?”

Her words pushed me closer to the edge. “Lila, I’m—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. My head fell back, a low moan escaping as her feet worked me faster, the slick friction driving me wild. She giggled, clearly enjoying my desperation.

“Come on, baby,” she urged, her voice a sultry whisper. “Let go. I wanna see it.”

That was it. My body tensed, and with a guttural groan, I came hard, my cum spurting across her feet in hot, pulsing waves. She didn’t stop, her toes milking every last drop, the sight of her crimson nails now glistening with my release sending aftershocks through me.

“Fuck,” I panted, slumping back against the couch. Lila’s feet slowed, her touch gentle now as she rubbed them against me, smearing the mess across my skin.

“Look at that,” she said, lifting one foot to inspect it, her tone playful. “You really made a mess.” She wiggled her toes, showing off the cum glistening on her skin. “Worth it, though, right?”

“Worth every second,” I said, still catching my breath. I reached for her, pulling her closer until she was straddling my lap. “You’re fucking incredible.”

She kissed me, slow and deep, her lips tasting faintly of wine. “Told you I’d make trouble,” she whispered against my mouth. “Ready for round two?”

I grinned, already feeling myself stir again. “Bring it on.”