Abbie plays footsie (sneakily) with Jake

The four of them made some small talk and learned a little about where they came from and how well they knew the wedding parties.

"Third cousins are like ... barely related, aren't they?" asked Michelle.

"Yeah," said Jake. "We have, I think, the same great-great-grandparents?"

"No offense here, but are you close with Staci?" Chris asked. "From what Phil tells me, she's got a pretty big family."

"I know, she does. There was a huge party a few years ago for someone in the family who was turning 100. They invited everyone, all the generations. Literally hundreds of people. I told you about this, right, Abbie?"

Abbie nodded. "Yeah, I tried to get a head start on learning who was who, but it's a ton of people." Unbeknownst to Jake and the others at the table. Abbie slipped her foot out of her shoe again, and brought it back to Jake's leg.

"Anyway," Jake continued, "Part of the party was --" Just then he felt Abbie's toes on his inner leg. He cleared his throat. "Part of the party was, um, different games about figuring out the family tree, and there's a bazillion third cousins in my generation. All different ages. But some of us connected then and have kept up through group chats and stuff."

Abbie's toes tickled Jake's inner thigh. It didn't appear that Michelle or Chris had any inkling that anything was going on.

Michelle smiled. "I honestly don't even know if I have third cousins. This sounds really interesting!"

The waiter arrived, delivering salads to each of them. Abbie's toes reached Jake's lap again, just as they had before upon delivery of her panties. Abbie wondered how often people did this sort of thing in restaurants, and whether the wait staff ever knew about it.

Michelle and Chris were talking about their travel, problems with the airline, what they drank in first class, and so on. Jake was remembering the drive he took with Abbie and the adventures they had in the car.

As he speared a tomato with his fork, he visualized Abbie going down on him in the car. And as he was about to bite into the tomato, Abbie used that precise moment to press her toes onto his crotch. She wasn't wearing any stockings or leggings, and she enjoyed the feeling of his pants under her toes. As she wiggled along his crotch, she took a small bite of her salad, and looked straight at Jake.

"Mm," Jake mumbled. It was unclear if he was talking about the food or the foot.

"I agree," smiled Abbie. She continued to slowly wiggle her toes on him as she ate her salad. She traced a line down the inside of his leg, then back to the middle, down the other leg, and back again.

"I know!" said Michelle, though Jake wasn't listening enough to know what she was talking about.

Jake was leaning over his plate as he ate, so he couldn't see her foot. After a bite, he casually dabbed his face with his napkin, leaned back in his chair, and glanced down. He brought his eyes back up to Abbie, who perked up with a smile and winked at him. He looked down at his crotch again, and she wiggled her toes as if to say hello. He felt his cock twitch a little bit, and sighed.

He scooted his chair back in again, but reached his left hand under the table. He kept eating his salad (holding his fork in his right hand), but with his left, gently touched Abbie's foot. He very lightly stroked the top of her foot where her skin was most sensitive. He watched her face and saw her breath become more staggered.

She leaned back a bit in her chair, both due to the increased pleasure of Jake touching her and to get a better angle with her leg. Her dress was cut very low, and Jake found the front of the dress and the partial reveal of her cleavage and inner sides of her breasts to be very sexy. Between the feeling of her toes on him, his fingers on her foot and ankle, and looking at her body in that dress, he felt himself starting to get hard again.

With the edges of his fingernails, Jake slowly dragged his hand along the side of Abbie's foot, around her ankle, and then turned his hand to take her lower calf in his palm. He loved the smooth feeling of her skin against his hand. He slid his hand down toward her foot again, feeling her heel and sole.

Abbie wiggled a little in her chair. His touch on her foot and leg was electrifying. She returned the favor by working her toes onto his dick again, and recognized that he was getting harder still.