Possibly wrong-foot some of Nathan's friends?

Jeanette thought Nathan started to say something. "At this party, it's normal..." he drifted off.

It sounded like he said something more, but she couldn't made it out. It was probably nothing; it was fairly normal for Nathan to mutter to himself like that, from time to time. An old habit from his less confident days, she guessed.

They approached another man and woman. The woman had long red hair and a moon-shaped face. The man was well-built, and had a well-groomed black beard. From their postures, Jeanette guessed that they were together.

"Hi, Nathan!" the bearded man said. The red-head waved and smiled.

"Hi Jack, Cassie! This is Jeanette," he said by way of introductions.

"Hello," said Jeanette, waving. "How do you know Nathan?"

"He's a friend of mine from work," said Cassie. "I'm one of the lead developers at the company."

Nathan walked up close to Cassie, and gently stepped on her foot. He raised one finger to her lips, and she accepted it gently between her lips, slightly open as she looked to Nathan's eyes.

"And how do you know Nathan?" asked 'Jack', not paying much attention to the fact that Cassie's tongue was playing with Nathan's finger.

"Oh, I'm a friend from a way back," Jeanette answered non-committally. She couldn't help but get a good look at Jack's feet, prominently displayed. They were well-groomed, and slightly veiny. She tried not to stare. "You?"

"I've known Nathan a few years, through Cass," he said, partly confirming Jeanette's suspicions. "He's over pretty often with work."

Nathan stepped back, and Cassie's face popped alert with a look of slight surprise. She looked over to Jack. "Jack, dear, I've just remembered something important," she said, licking her lips and bringing her hand to gently cup Jack's crotch. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," said Jack. "Sorry to bolt just as soon as we've met, hopefully we'll bump into each other later."

Cassie smiled a bright, but slightly urgent smile. "Yeah, we'll just be a moment. Talk to you later, Jeanette."

Jeanette was bemused. "Nice to meet you," she said. She turned to Nathan. "They seemed sweet. Are they in an open relationship?"

Nathan looked to Jeanette, studying. "No, why?"

"From the way that Cassie and you were flirting," she said. "You gently stepping on her feet, her sucking on your finger."

"No, that's just our friendship. I normally have to explain this to each new person who finds this out, to help to keep me alert. But actually, anything you'd usually think of as erotic is part of my normal friendship with her. Though her sucking on my finger does trigger her for a few minutes to urgently want to suck on a cock, and not necessarily mine. That's probably what she dragged her husband Jack off for, in such a hurry."

"Aw, that's sweet!" said Jeanette, pleased with the thought of a married couple showing public displays of affection. "Funny that she feels the need to do it, just from friendly chat with you. Is Jack the jealous type?"

Nathan smirked. "I don't get that impression." He furrowed his brow slightly. "Did the foot thing seem flirtatious to you, though?" He wiggled his toes.

Jeanette looked down at Nathan's feet, despite herself. They looked nice. She felt herself blush slightly. But then, he was inviting her to look. "Come on, Nathan," she retorted. "Men's feet? Yours are a bit on the big side, aren't they?"

"Are you sure you aren't thinking of some other part of my anatomy?" Nathan quipped.

Jeanette brought a hand to her chest in mock amazement. "Nathan, please! I am a lady."

"Now, Jeanette, we're both adults here," Nathan playfully admonished her. "It's perfectly normal for women to spend some time thinking about a man's cock, whenever they can see his bare feet. You're a sexually confident woman, I'm sure it's normal for you even to cop a feel."

Jeanette smirked, and moved in. "Just you behave, mister," she said, gently cupping the front of Nathan's trousers. She could feel him getting hard. She felt warm.

"Funny, this rule of Natasha's about socks and shoes," she said. "It seems reasonable enough on the surface, doesn't it?"

Nathan looked at her innocently. "Hey, don't look at me. It's not my fault if Natasha's house rules about bare feet makes you more handsy and preoccupied with cocks than normal, even with men you've just met. Still, the people here tonight wouldn't normally take offence, or escalate, if you were to show such a lack of boundaries."

Jeanette gave Nathan's cock a firm squeeze through his trousers. "Thanks for the resounding vote of confidence," she said sarcastically.