After learning that my new girlfriend Melissa had a foot and sock fetish like me, I couldn't wait to do more with her. It took me a while to recover from the footjob she gave me under the dinner table at her parents' house, but when I finally did I was ready for more.

A couple of weeks later we both had a Friday night off, so we decided to go out for dinner and a movie. I borrowed my parents' car so we could actually drive somewhere, and I picked up Melissa at her house. Since her mom doesn't let anybody wear shoes in their house, I would get to see what kind of socks Melissa was wearing before she left.

Melissa came out of her bedroom and around the corner to the front door, where I was waiting. When I saw her it almost took my breath away. She was wearing tight-fitting black jeans that did a good job of showing off her hips and her legs, and she had on a long-sleeved red sweater with a v-neck that showed off her nice chest. She was carrying a pair of black dress shoes and on her feet were the hottest looking red slouch socks.

She bounded up to me and gave me a peck on the lips. "Hey honey," she said. I mumbled a response, since I was still a little dazed by her outfit and how good she looked in it. Then my girlfriend bent down next to me to put on her shoes before she left.

Melissa made a point of flexing her socked feet as she slipped on each of her shoes, showing off her nice high arches. Her socks were perfect. They clung perfectly to her feet, not too baggy, and they were still relatively new. As I imagined rubbing those soft feet between my hands, or even better, between my legs, I felt a stirring sensation in my crotch. Jeez, I thought, all I have to do is look at her and I get a hard on.

The weather was still cold outside, so I helped her into her coat before we headed out to the car. She snuggled up close to me as we walked arm in arm to my already-warm vehicle.

When we got to the restaurant, we checked our coats. As we walked to the table, I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on us as we crossed the restaurant. Apparently I wasn't the only guy that thought Melissa was stunning in her outfit.

After we sat down, I began thinking back to the dinner we had with her parents two weeks before, when we started out playing footsie under the table and she ended up giving me my first footjob. I knew she probably wouldn't do the same in the middle of a crowded restaurant, but a little more foot rubbing under the table couldn't hurt anyone. I slipped one foot out of my shoe, then followed with the other, revealing the grey winter-style dress socks I was wearing.

I gave Melissa a sweet smile and a coy wink, then slid my feet over to her side of the booth. Not surprisingly, she had already slipped out of her shoes as well, and we began to rub our feet together under the table. We kept that up until dinner was over and then we put our shoes back on to head to the movie theater.

The movie we got tickets for was a romantic comedy of some sort, but neither of us was very interested. We sat near the back of the theater so no one would bother us. The theater had stadium seating and there weren't a lot of people, so we had plenty of room to ourselves as we started making out.

While we were necking, Melissa slipped out of her shoes once again and curled her legs up under on the seat, giving me a nice view of her socked feet. Before too long, I was so aroused I could barely sit still.

When I thought no one was looking, I started rubbing one of Melissa's tits through her sweater. She must have liked that, because she slid her hand around the back of my head and pulled me close, giving me more tongue than I knew she had.

We kissed deeply for several minutes, me rubbing her tits and her running her fingers through my hair. Our hands started to roam even more; I would grab her ass and she would rub my chest, then I rubbed her foot as she rubbed my thigh.

Then my hand moved to the inside of her thigh, and Melissa drew away from me quickly. I was worried until I saw that her face was filled with lust. I moved my hand closer to her crotch and then she dove back in and started kissing my neck, cooing softly the entire time.

When I started to rub on her crotch through her jeans, Melissa paused her assault on my neck long enough to pull her coat over her lap. She started to moan softly as I rubbed on her pussy. It seemed a little hard to fondle her through her jeans, so I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, revealing soft cotton panties that were already wet with her juices.

Then when I resumed my rubbing, I could feel her whole body tense next to me. As I continued to rub, I saw her toes slowly curl up in her red socks. I found her clit and rubbed softly on it, then began to rub faster and faster. She stopped kissing and licking on my neck and began sucking on it, and her legs began to spread slightly as she got more and more aroused.

Faster and faster I rubbed, and I could feel her getting closer and closer to an orgasm. Her right leg slid out from under her body and extended out to the back of the seat in front of us, her socked foot completely flexed and her toes curled all the way back. She stopped lightly sucking on my neck and began nibbling on me with her teeth. Her gentle moans began getting louder and louder.

Then her entire body tensed all at once, and her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, and I knew she just came. After a few moments, she looked up lovingly into my eyes and mouthed the words "Thank you."

Our naughty activities had taken up most of the movie, because a couple of minutes later the credits began to roll. Melissa zipped her jeans back up and put her shoes back on and we made our way out to the car.

We didn't talk a lot on the drive back to her house, since it was pretty cold outside. Before long the heater had warmed things up, and I was starting to sweat a little by the time we pulled into her driveway. The house was dark; it didn't look like any lights were on at all.

"My parents have already gone to bed," Melissa whispered in my ear as she leaned over to the driver's seat. "We could stay out here a little while and take care of you."

We both chuckled a little as we glanced down to my crotch, which was already starting to swell with desire. "Okay, hon, but only if you let me rub those sexy little feet of yours," I replied.

She responded by sliding back onto her side of the bench seat and swinging her legs up, resting her feet right next to me. As I slipped her shoes off of her feet, I noticed the warmth from the heater had made her feet sweat a little, and her socks were now slightly damp.

Her feet were so glorious. They were long and slender, and her arches were perfectly curved. I took both of her feet in my hands, and brought them up to my face as I began to rub them gently. I rubbed the bottoms of her feet against my cheeks, feeling their warmth in my face. "I love your sexy little feet, babe," I told Melissa. She moaned in response, her face full of desire.

I brought them around to my nose, drinking in the sweet smell of sweat on her damp socks. I dropped her right foot down to my lap, where she immediately began rubbing it along my erection through my jeans. I took her left foot in both hands, and brought it up until the heel was in front of my mouth, and the front of her foot was over my nose.

I planted a kiss on her heel, tasting the soft cotton fabric of her sock, and at the same time I breathed in deeply through my nose. The smell of her foot filled my nostrils, and my cock grew even more as she rubbed it with her other foot. "You like the smell of my feet?" she asked. "Mmm hmm," I replied, lost in my pleasure, "oh yeah."

I began to move her foot down my face slowly, kissing and sniffing her foot along the way. Finally, her toes were in front of my mouth, and I parted my lips to let her toes in. "Oh, God," Melissa said, as I gently sucked on her toes through her socks. Then I bit down gently on her toes, and she let out a cute little yelp. I eased her foot out of my mouth and lowered a little bit, kneading her foot muscles gently with my hands.

"Unzip your pants," Melissa told me then. "I want to get you off with my feet again."

I complied, undoing my jeans and pulling my cock out through the fly in my boxers. She moved her feet back to my lap. Her left foot began rubbing on my dick while the toes of her right foot started teasing my balls. Now it was my turn to moan like she had in the theater.

After teasing me with her socked feet for a few minutes, she positioned her feet until they were on either side of my cock. My swollen seven-inch dick fit perfectly into the hole in between her two insteps, and she began pumping her legs up and down.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod," I moaned, not really believing I was getting another footjob. Her movement was much more natural this time; she must have practiced a little since our last time. Her feet began to pump faster and faster, and I felt like I was going to burst. My face was on fire with pleasure, and my cock felt as though it was going to explode.

"Babe, what are we going to do with the mess," I asked Melissa. "Don't worry," she replied, "just tell me when you are getting close." It didn't take long before I felt an orgasm building in my loins. "Oh God, babe, I'm going to cum," I gasped.

She pulled her feet away and slid up next to me on the seat. "Here, you might like this, honey," she said with a mischievous smile. She took my cock in her left hand and softly jacked me off as she reached down with her right hand and grabbed the sock on her right foot, sliding it off. Then she took the sock in both hands and slid it over my dick like a condom, and then returned to jacking me off with her hand.

If my cock felt like it was going to explode before, now it felt like a volcano waiting to erupt. My dick was wrapped in Melissa's red sock; it felt so good to be surrounded by a soft, red cotton sock that was still damp with her sweat.

"You like how that feels, baby?" Melissa cooed. "You like my sock wrapped over your big dick?"

"Oh, yes, Melissa, it feels sooooooo good," I said. Her hand tightened around my dick when she heard that, and she began pumping even faster. She had larger than average hands for a girl, but my cock was so swollen with pleasure that her fingers didn't reach all the way around it. "Oh God, don't stop," I cried as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes. . ." Her hand moved faster and faster until all I saw was a white blur that was her fingers surrounded by a red pole that was my sock-covered dick.

She kissed me deeply then, her tongue filling my mouth while her hand jerked on my manhood. "Oh God, oh God," I cried, filling the car with the sounds of my pleasure. Then I noticed Melissa's hand down her own pants, rubbing on her pussy while she jacked me off. This time when she kissed me she moaned loudly with pleasure, and it pushed me over the edge to an orgasm. I shot load after load of cum into her sock, some of it squirting out through the fabric. By the time I was done, her sock was soaked with cum.

"Oh my God, babe, that was sooooo hot," I said, and kissed her. "But, um, what are you going to do with that sock now?"

She gave me a naughty smile and pulled the sock back onto her foot, and then quickly put her shoes back on. "See ya later, hon," she said, as she kissed me and got out of the car.

Watching her walk up to her house, I said to no one in particular, "What have I gotten myself into?"