THE ART OF THE TEASE- Under the Table

RHIANNA

1-844-332-2639 Ext. 253

This whole set up was beginning to bore me, and I HATE BEING BORED, chiefly because I myself am never boring, so I decided to spice things up a little.

I slipped my right foot out of my shoe and brushed it along Creighton’s leg. He shot me a look that asked “WTF are you doing?” all the while still chatting it up with Daddykins. I ran the sole of my foot up his pant leg and stopped when I reached his crotch. He was playing it cool, telling my dad all about the portfolio he was putting together.

Pressing lightly with my foot, his cock was instantly hard. Rhythmically I began to move my leg up and down, UP AND DOWN…. To the casual observer everything was a-okay, just a nice friendly conversation, but to my watchful eye I spied little beads of sweat on the forehead of my boy toy as he got MORE AND MORE TURNED ON LOL. These moments are to be cherished!

Oh, but wait! How did we get here?

Well, it’s like this– Creighton, my kinda sorta boyfriend had been pressuring me for weeks now to come over and meet my father.

“C’mon doll, just invite me over for dinner already. I want to show your old man that you’re not out running around with some creep.”

“To be honest,” I smiled, “you ARE a little creepy.”

“Just a little huh?” He started kissing my neck, and well, I’m not made of wood. I melted.

“Okay, but I wouldn’t call him ‘old man’ if I were you.”

Creighton arrived promptly at 6:30, his hair was uncharacteristically neat, and he was dressed in black slacks and a grey button-down shirt. With him were a fresh bouquet of blue orchids for me and a box of cigars for daddy.

“Ooh my faves,” I said reaching for the flowers.

“Hey now, these are for the old man. The cigars are for you.”

“Don’t be an ass,” I said, slapping his hand playfully.

“You look amazing by the way.”

And I did, dressing a little more conservatively than usual but  still cute as hell in a  sundress that hugged my ass like a dream and accentuated the perky perfection of my tits. My nails, fingers and toes were painted a summery blue to match my dress and my feet were donned in these adorable little wedge sandals.

“I have on the shoes you bought me.”

“I can see that,” he said looking down.

FYI – he was a raging footoholic, claiming that mine were the most beautiful feet he’d ever laid his eyes on. “So petite and feminine,” he said of them the first night we fucked in his makeshift photo studio.

Dinner was served, a light salad starter followed by seared sea bass and fresh asparagus cooked to perfection by Maria, our live in housekeeper/cook/jack of all trades.
Daddy actually seemed to like Creighton, I couldn’t believe it. He hated every boy I had ever dated.

This was either a big turn on or a tremendous turn off , I couldn’t decide.

“So tell me, what do you want to do with your life,” he asked Creighton, who  proceeded to tell him about his photography ambitions and how he had recently received his Masters in the Arts.

“Also sir,” he said, “my band has a few promising gigs lined up.

Oh no, here he goes with his band talk.OMG…snoozeville central! See he played harmonica in this Blues band or something I don’t know, so not my thing. I would always just smile and nod whenever he would go on about “his music.”

So that’s when I decided to give him a little footjob under the table.

And that gets us back to where we started. *Giggles*

I continued to do my thing, STROKING AND RUBBING HIS THROBBING COCK with my foot, as his veneer started to crack.

He took his glass of water and gulped it down.

“Everything okay son?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, fine. Just … thirsty.”

At that I added a little pressure and felt him erupt in orgasm through his pants.

“Are you sure you’re alright sweetie,” I asked with my concerned girlfriend voice.

Thinking fast, Creighton made a little show and “accidentally” spilled a some water on himself.

“Aww. And those are your new pants,” I said innocently, pouting and giving him a sly wink.

 

xo Rhianna https://phonesexcandy.com/rhianna/

1-844-332-2639 Ext 253