Back to the table, but things have changed.

I slowly opened the door and made my way back toward the table. When I went to take my seat, however, my kid sister, Chrissy, was sitting in my place.

"The sun was bothering Chrissy's eyes, so she moved to the other side of the table, all right?" my mother informed me.

"Sure, no problem," I replied. In fact, the setting sun was pretty strong right now and her old seat stared right into it. I began to squint a bit until my eyes adjusted to the light. Now my little problem was solved as I was sitting across from Lauren, though I was a bit disappointed that I wouldn't be receiving any more special attention from her tonight.

That's exactly where I was wrong, however. I felt something brush against my ankle, then push a bit. It worked its way up my shins, past my knees, along my thighs, and stop at my crotch. Oh, no, she just wouldn't give up -- she had slipped out of her shoe and began to tease me with her bare foot. As she pressed her foot into my dick, it grew erect again almost instantaneously. Her toes tickled my head and her heel ground against the base of my cock and massaged my balls. I exhaled -- okay, this isn't as bad as a hand-job, I can handle this. I tried to finish my calamari without paying attention to the fact that this model across the table from me was massaging my cock with her foot. Maybe she would get tired after a while and give up. After I finished eating, I realized that she must have been dead set on making me cum, because she had only increased her pace. Although the footjob wasn't quite as... exciting as the handjob, the constant stimulation over such a long period (I had let her go on for nearly 10 minutes, trying to ignore her) had me approaching orgasm. While I was glad she had found a way around our predicament so she could keep giving me attention, it wasn't a good idea to cum right here at the table. Should I try to push her leg off my lap now?