Footsie under the table

You feel a girl’s foot gently brush against yours, but it’s not clear who it belongs to.

You look across the table and see both girls staring and giggling. As they stare, you feel another graze on your other foot. Then more probing touches, before you hear both girls’ flip flops fall on the floor, and 2 pairs of feet confidently press themselves against your skin.

You give the girls a confused look but try to remain quiet as the table says grace, and then begins discussing the food as people pile things onto your plate. you feel curious toes crawling up to your shins, but you are unable to comment on it as the table begins to address you in conversation…

"What a joy having such a beautiful young naked man so completely exposed at our dinner table" Mrs Perez states unashamed.

"Mom!" responds Deisy, embarrassed by all the continued attention she is showing you.

It was flattering but became an ongoing theme. You would politely accept a compliment about your body from either Mrs Perez or Mrs Garza, and then change the subject. But quickly one of them would steer the conversation back to talking about the more intimate parts of your anatomy. Occasionally this would elicit exasperated laughter from other people at the table, as they progressively give way to the women's wills.

"Maybe you could come over every Friday. You could pose in the living room, and we could start later so that everyone has more time to appreciate your body." Says Deisy's mom, a bit too enthusiastically.

"We could still have him pose more after dinner… I know my girls would be eager!" replies Mrs Garza. They both now are seemingly just having a conversation with themselves as the rest of the table quietly observes.

"Oh good point. would you be ok with that John?"

You are a bit distracted yourself by the feet exploring your body under the table. You nod your head up and down in polite support of conversation, without listening to any of the words. The girls across the table are smiling mischievously, seemingly enjoying watching you sweat.

"Someplace where there’s enough room for us to all have tea as we watch… Oh maybe the dinner table after we clear the dishes…" suggests Mrs Garza.

“What a great idea, we could lay him stretched out naked across the table while we eat desert! Talk about a centerpiece!” Mrs Perez responds clasping her hands with joy.

It was surreal watching these two mothers getting themselves so turned on about your body in front of their children. You’re getting a little too aroused from all the flattery on top of the action going on under the table… the soles from the girls rubbing their way higher up your legs, a delight you didn't realize you enjoyed as much as you are. You were rock hard under the table... and honestly, it felt pretty great.

Deisy’s father seemingly also feels that they need to cool off a little, and offers the suggestion: “Why don’t we let the poor boy enjoy his dinner first, before you discuss how you next want to ogle him.”

“It’s just so exciting meeting a real professional nude model, and having him here naked in our home.” responds his wife.

“Oh I’m not actually...” You nervously try to say, before Deisy elbows you in the side, interrupting you.

Mr Perez addresses you saying “It took Deisy a lot of convincing for us to believe you were a legitimate career nude art model..." pausing to chuckle before quickly add "For the record, we wouldn’t ever let just some random boy from school walk around naked in our home... among our teenage daughters.” He says as he raises his glass to toast yours. “Meeting you now, its clear that we never should have doubted her! We’re very proud that you agreed to work with our daughter.”

You look frustrated at Deisy, who gives you a sheepish grin in return and mouths the word “sorry”.

“Yes I am a professional nude model.” You say through your teeth, uncomfortable being **** to play along with this lie… “I was eager to pose naked for your daughter’s artwork” giving a scowl towards Deisy.

“Can you imagine us inviting some strange young man to join us for dinner, with not a scrap of clothing on? Even bringing all our family and friends to come stare at his bare body?” He laughs before asking “I bet you are totally used to this sort of thing as a professional though, huh?”

You sigh before stating “Yes, its totally normal for me to be the only one naked at big dinners like this… it happens often, and I enjoy it…” your eye-brow beginning to twitch as you slowly **** the lie out of your mouth.

“How fun!” says Mrs Garza… “We all enjoy it as well!” she says clasping her hands together. “We’d love to have you over for dinner at our house sometime as well... Any chance you could save your appetite for tomorrow?” receiving enthusiastic support from her daughters.

In the following commotion, Deisy slides a $20 bill out of her pocket and into your lap. She whispers in your ear “Look now you’re a professional… you can say it with pride!”

“Where am I going to put this?” you whisper back…

“Oh, right…” she says embarrassed, and puts it back in her pocket. “I owe you then… pro…”

As she says this, you gasp in response to feeling a foot from across the table slowly slide against your inner thigh. Your erection throbs and hits the underside of the table with a hard thud.

“Is everything alright?” Mr Perez asks, over the giggling of Mrs Garza's daughters.

“Everything’s great!” You say with short breath, before gulping down a bite of food. You are trying to ignore all these stimuli and just make it through this meal before you embarrass yourself any further by becoming lost in lust.

You are visibly beginning to sweat as you feel more soles sliding up slowly into your groin. The girls have evil smiles, enjoying watching you squirm, and push their feet further up your legs. Your throbbing dick begins to brush against stray toes sliding around your lap. Your heart starts beating loudly in your bare chest, and you worry that all the eyes watching your body are noticing.

Deisy’s mother asks “Are you liking the food mijo?”

"Mmm hmmm" you nervously try and say as one of the girls slowly slides their foot up your shaft. A small moan sneaks out as you trail off, angry at yourself that you can't keep this under control. You reach for a glass water, but your hand trembles as you try and drink from it.

Upon reaching the head of your penis, the foot stops and toes begin to massage the tip. You gasp, and start breathing loudly. You see people at the table staring, so you try and smile in return to diffuse the situation, but you meanwhile feel a second foot press into your crotch, working closely with the first one.

"Are you sure?" Mrs Garza asks...

You nervously nod your head, and put another bite of food in your mouth to try to stop yourself from making noise. All a pair of feet under the table starts to stroke and squeeze your shaft, while another foot squeezes in to try to play with the tip. It's a full house of activity down there, and despite your best efforts, you start breathing so hard that much of the food falls out of your mouth before you can swallow.

Deisy goes to rub her hand on your back, but remarks with surprise. "Wow you're so sweaty!... What's wrong?"

You hadn't noticed, but your skin is starting to shimmer all over while you try and resist your lust. You lose focus temporarily as you consider this, and realize that you've just moaned out loud! You bite your lip quickly as the table looks at you confused. Your dick is so hard now that it’s painful. You lean forward and grip the table edge tightly as you grit your teeth, panting through your clenched jaw.

Deisy pauses for a moment to consider what is happening, as your chest is heaving with your heavy breath, and your nude body glistens with sweat now beginning to drip down from your face. Her mother also watches you with concern.

You look at the girls across the table smiling brazenly as you squirm in your chair, dripping sweat as you battle to contain yourself.

You look back at Deisy's mother, and in-between panting breaths, you manage to spit out "It's spicy", followed by another long moan and flinging sweat around the table.

The table laughs and finally seems relieved, even as you moan twice more, each louder than the last. you lean over the table gripping the table edge tightly, as Deisy and her sister rub your back in support.

"Is this really about to happen here?" you think to yourself, continuing to moan out loud as the girls across from you massage your rigid dick furiously under the table. The rest of the people dining with you smiling and clinking wine glasses mistakenly supporting your current situation.