You bet they are!

The redhead's toes unsnapped the fly of my jeans with surprising dexterity. All I could do was bite my lip and spread out in the seat, leaning back as much as I could while still letting the waitress see. She dropped all pretense of not watching and her eyes were glued to the denim as Melissa's toes spread the fabric.

Then, with a succubus-like dexterity, she grasped the pull-tab on my zipper and worked it down.

All of us were breathing heavily as the scene unfolded. It seemed like this wasn't the first time it had happened between the waitress and the sexy little thing across the table from me, but I didn't care. What I did care about is that I could hear the light sounds of fingers playing with a wet pussy and the breathing of the three of us getting more ragged as our pulses started collectively pounding harder.

The redhead slowly worked my cock out. I never wear underwear while traveling, it's a comfort thing. She giggled when she found that out and I felt her monkey-toes stroking my vein-laced shaft. It took everything I had to not cum right then and there and my vision kind of turned fuzzy between her angelic toes and the surrealness of getting a foot job in broad daylight from a total stranger while another stranger looked on. The only thing I could feel were those pre-cum slicked toes writhing on my shaft, coaxing it completely out of my pants.

Something snapped me back to reality though, and holy fuck...