Out of the blue yesterday, I heard from a good friend that was going to be in town today, and he wanted to meet for lunch. I was ecstatic! We haven't seen each other in far too long, and to say that I was excited to catch up with him would be a huge understatement!

The restaurant is close to my house, so as soon as he let me know when he was on his way there, I headed over.

I'll share a little secret here...

This man drives me wild! When I'm around him, my body isn't even my own. He is every sexual fantasy I've ever had wrapped up in pure, raw manliness, and I'd give anything to have him devour me.

Keep in mind... we've never played together. This is just a friend. The kind you can't ever live without, but still... just a friend. He has no idea of my crush or how sexy I think he is.

Hopefully...

He's already inside when I walk in, and that first sight of him sets me on fire. He's tall, so very tall! He's wearing jeans, a shirt, and the work boots. Couldn't tell you why, but him... in this, it's so strong and masculine to me. Add those damn boots to the picture and I'm undone!

It's almost as if he knows. I mentally roll my eyes and laugh at myself. Anything to calm myself down.

He sees me and smiles, then stands up to hug me. I've missed my friend, and lustful thoughts aside, it makes my heart smile to get to see him.

He tells me that he doesn't like the table he picked originally and would prefer to sit in a back corner where there aren't any other people around, so we move over to the place he prefers.

Although I'm thinking of other, naughty things, I know he just wants to be able to catch up without having a bunch of people around.

Lunch was good, the conversation even better! We're laughing and chatting, having a great time together, just like always.

At some point I become aware that I've slipped my sandals off and put my toes up on the edge of the seat across from me. Right in front of his crotch. When the food he'd ordered to take back with him is delivered to our table, he shifts just a bit to the side to get it, and I feel his muscular inner thigh graze my toes.

I wonder to myself, as the excitement of this accidental intimate touch excites me, if he felt me there at all. As he shifts back into his original spot, it happens again, but I tell myself he didn't feel me. I release a small sigh of... relief?

Our conversation continues, and then he does notice my feet. Chuckling and making one of his usual funny comments, he reaches down, put his hands on my feet, and pretends to pull them in closer to him.

This was all I needed. First, I slipped one foot gently between him and the seat, feeling the weight and warmth of him. Then, using first one set of toes then the other, I spread my toes and softly traced the curve of his balls from underneath and then around that whole meaty package. He let out an almost imperceptible moan and followed it with a quick, wicked smile.

Is this really happening? I'm shocked at myself. I'm shocked by him. This is thrilling!

We've got our eyes locked on each other, still chatting like before, like my toes aren't delicately sliding up and down his hardening shaft, his dark grey-blue eyes smouldering as I softly worship his cock.

My skin is warm, my palms are almost sweating from the excitement of performing this small sexual act in public, and I'm wet.

I want to taste this man. To feel him grow even thicker and harder in my warm mouth. To swirl my longing tongue down the length of him as I try to swallow every inch of what feels like an absolutely magnificent cock.

His breathing is slow and deep. He groans quietly, and it's taking everything I have to not beg him to take me back to his hotel room so that we can ravish each other for hours.

Then the interruption.

Someone is being seated just across from us and even the slightest glance in our direction would reveal everything.

The moment is lost.

But not the memory.