My wife and I recently decided to take a vacation, just the two of us. Since our last experience Wife Finally Shared Her Feet, I've been wanting badly to have that fun again.
What I did was put an ad on Craigslist for that area a few weeks before we went on vacation. I was contacted back by a few guys that I thought she would be interested in. I was able to get one of them to meet us at the bar, without her knowing any of this was going on. He played along that he was just a random guy at the bar.
My wife decided to go somewhat casual, wearing jeans and a tan button up shirt. But she did decide to wear her new open-toe boots and slipped on some pantyhose underneath. Her toes were freshly painted a light purple, which looked amazing on her sexy tan feet. I had been almost begging her to wear some stockings or pantyhose out for me for the last few nights with no luck. So when she decided to wear them this night, I almost called off our special meeting and keep them all for myself...I'm glad I didn't do that!
So I contacted my new friend Scott and told him where we were headed and what we were wearing so he could find us, and he told me what he would be wearing too. My wife and i got there a little early and decided to sit at a smaller table away from the bar. I went up and grabbed our drinks and a shot for each of us to celebrate our vacation so far. It was a dimly lit bar, not very busy yet when I saw him walk in. I decided it was time for a refill so I went and stood next to him at the bar. We exchanged greetings and made our plan for the night without anyone else knowing we were talking to each other. I would stay and get drinks while he walked over and gave some compliments to my wife.
Just as he was about to do that, he says to me, I think we have a problem. I turn around to see another guy already sitting next to my wife. This guy looked young, I would guess around 21-22 years old. He was also black, and in good shape. More on that later.
He must have been saying something flattering because I could see my wife almost blushing. He was talking some more and I noticed my wife's face looks like she's intrigued about something. I then watch her lift her right foot and put it across his leg. At this point, her open toe boot was still on her foot. I decided it was best to wait this out a few minutes before I returned. My wife saw me looking and waved me over, never moving her foot from his leg.
I walked back over and she introduced me to Lamar, and said he was going to school for reflexology and told her she had pretty toes.
He stood up to shake my hand and when he did he was a good 6'4" and I'd say 215lbs of solid muscle. His hands were huge and made mine feel small, but I did notice how soft they felt. So we sit back down and chat for a few minutes and Lamar is telling my wife that his foot massage is the best she would ever feel.
At this time my wife is not really drunk yet so she's a little hesitant and shy about the whole situation. I hand my wife another drink as I take a big gulp of mine. I told Lamar we would need to discuss it privately and let him know. He was cool with that, he lifted my wife's shoe to his face and kissed her toes through the little opening and said it was a pleasure to meet us. He shook my hand again and went to the bar to get a drink. When he left I could tell my wife was excited about how our night was going so far. As we were talking about Lamar, my friend Scott from craigslist walked over and introduced himself to my wife and told her what pretty feet he thought she had. My wife shot me a look like, I can't believe there's another guy here into my feet. I played along and pretended to get a little upset about this but my wife calmed me down to said it was harmless.
Scott was a 46 year old small business owner down in the area. He was about 5'10" also in very good shape. He had salt and pepper hair. Scott was thinking ahead because he actually brought drinks and shots for all 3 of us over to the table. My wife was easy to guess since she was drinking wine. We made some small talk with Scott and I decided it was safe enough for me to step away. I excused myself to use the restroom. I was slamming my drinks trying to get buzzed to help ease my nerves!