A slightly nice diner

After we both changed to go out, Ava took me to a nice local diner nearby the apartment. She and I both ended up wearing jeans and flannels. On her feet she wore a pair of black converse, and she cheerfully led me by the hand, practically dragging me the whole way to the diner. I couldn't help but think about how much we must look like a couple with her practically skipping in front of me.

Seating was quick, and we ended up in a corner booth. The diner had long tablecloths, and the aesthetic was lodge-like. I never frequented this diner before, but I was realizing that I should have. All of the waitresses wore shear pantyhose and high heels. It felt like the type of diner that could only survive because it had been doing things this way for years. As I was sitting across from Ava and making small talk, I was slightly dazed by her pretty face. I also noticed that her eyes seemed to linger on the feet of the waitress just as much as mine. After ordering our meals, Ava continued to lead me in conversation. Eventually, she seemed to find the topic she actually wanted to talk about.

"It was nice that Della decided to forgive you." She said. "It sucks when the roommates don't get along."

At the mention of Della, I remembered the sock I had transferred to my flannel pocket when I changed clothes. I lightly thumbed it while smiling at the memory and at Ava's genuine cheer at my relationship with Della improving. "Yeah," I said. "I think her and I can finally start to get along now."

Della lightly chuckled. "And to think it just required you rubbing her feet." She said, slightly blushing. I was quickly recognizing just how easy it was to make Ava blush.

"Right." I said. "That's all it took." Though I said that, I silently thought about the bathroom jerk off session and the ballbusting Della gave me.

"You didn't seem to mind rubbing her feet." Ava said. "Even though you were staring so hotly at mine this morning." She murmured the second part and I didn't catch it.

"What was that last part?" I asked, only to receive a light glare in response.

Ava sighed, and I heard a slight shifting under the table when all of the sudden Ava's converse clad feet were in my lap.

When I looked back up to Ava's face, she was looking anywhere but my eyes. "I just want to stretch out. Do you mind?" She asked. The blush was practically reaching her ears. I realized now that perhaps Ava, despite her confidence in everyday interactions, might be super shy when it comes to sexy matters.

I smiled at her, it was cute. I began untying her shoes while I said. "Of course not." When I got the left shoe untied, I popped her heel out of it and said, "let me help you relax then."

At this point, Ava seemed to want to crawl into a hole, but she made no move to remove her feet from my lap. As I popped her other foot from the shoe and set it aside, I looked down at her sock shod feet. She was wearing pattern socks with little dogs on them. Again, cute.

I began to massage her feet while they sat in my lap. She shyly said, "stop." But made no move to pull away. "We're about to eat and my feet are dirty."

I chuckled as I realized just how fun it was to tease her. "I don't think it's dirty," I said. Then, I got an idea. "Here, let me show you."

I then took her sock off and, after checking that nobody was looking, held it to my nose and took a deep whiff. It smelled lightly of sweat and vinegar.

When I put the sock back down, I noticed that her soles were flat on my thighs, and she was tightly scrunching her arches. When I looked up, I saw her with her mouth covered by her hand as she looked at the wall. Her blush was deep. "You made your point." She said.

When the waitress came with our orders, Ava's feet in my lap were covered by the long tablecloth. As Ava was thanking the waitress, I firmly pressed my thumb into her arch, and she quietly yelped. When the waitress left, she looked at me with a glare and the now-seeming permanent blush on her cheeks.

For the rest of the meal, Ava got her ****. At random times she would press her bare sole into my still hard cock. Every time she would shyly look away like she wasn't exactly confident.

When I finally paid for our meal, Ava looked at my gratefully as she gently messaged her foot against my hard member through my jeans. Before putting her sock and shoes back on, I made sure nobody was looking again, and quickly raised her foot up while leaning down to give it a peck.

On the way back to the dorm, Ava held my hand much tighter than the way to the diner, but seemed much more subdued. Whenever she looked at me she would smile and blush while quickly looking away. It was cute.