Library Sock Footsie
by JR

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I had visited this library in DC often. I always go there whenever I need a quiet place to work and I would usually end up staying up until the library closed. I've always known it to be the best place to get my work and research done. This evening was not unlike any other. Just the usual quiet crowd in there and the usual long empty corridors and hallways in between the deserted bookshelves. The desks were almost all empty. I went to my usual space in the farthest, most remote corner of the building.
It was extremely quiet in this spot. People seldom go there because it's not as well lit as the rest of the library, and there aren't any windows. This desk is so familiar to me now that I almost feel at home here. It's actually two desks--two study carrels that have walls on the sides and the front. They've been positioned so they face each other. The bottom sides of these desks are walled in as well, but the front part underneath is open, which I'm thankful for, since I like to stretch out my legs and sometimes even put them on the seat across from me when I want to take a snooze.
Tonight was just another night...or so I thought. I sat down and booted up my laptop. I went on ahead and spread out the other things I needed to work that night: my calculator, books, and documents. A few minutes later, I heard some paper rustling on the other side of the desk. I looked underneath and saw the legs of this person situating himself in the seat across from me. I couldn't see his face because of the partition in between us. Oh, great, of all the places for this guy to sit...I won't be able to get any work done now if he's a loud reader or if he ruffles his papers a lot...or worse if he falls asleep and starts snoring (which has happened a couple of times!!).
I began gathering up my stuff so I can move to another desk when I happened to glance under the table again. This time, I had a clear view of his feet. He was wearing some nice topsider-style loafers with what looked like thick dress crew socks. All of a sudden I wanted to just stay there a little longer and ogle at the sight. So I decided to keep my place and just work right there. I couldn't really concentrate now as every once in a while I would bend over to look at his feet.
After a half-hour, I was getting sleepy, so I decided to stretch out my legs and close my eyes for a second. Not five minutes had gone by when I felt something bump hard into my feet. I was startled awake and looked underneath just in time to see his feet recoiling and hear him apologize. I told him there was "no harm done." I kept my feet where they were and closed my eyes again. A few minutes later, I felt it again. It was lighter this time. It was as if someone had just tapped onto the side of my shoe. I looked and was shocked to see that his shoe was pressed flush against mine.
My heart started racing.. I noticed, too, that he was applying a slight pressure onto my foot, and it was really getting me excited. I uncrossed my legs and moved my feet back slowly just to make sure it had not been an accident. And then I waited... Once more I felt a light tap. I looked underneath and saw that he had moved his feet closer to mine again. I was so nervous about the whole thing that I couldn't move. I did try to apply some subtle pressure back onto his foot.
Nothing happened for the longest time, and I thought it was over. Suddenly, he stretched out his legs completely. His feet were suddenly touching the sides of my legs.. They were pointed up, resting at the heels and the top part of his feet were brushing up against my shins. It felt so good! I finally mustered up enough balls to respond more boldly. I began to move my leg up and down, making sure I brushed up against his feet more. He responded by moving his feet back and running them up and down on top of my shoes! I began to get even more into it, so I stretched out my legs a little more again and soon our shoes were alternately caressing and stepping on each other. I looked once more underneath and saw a very exciting scene... He was slipping off his shoes one foot at a time!
I then felt his socked foot brushing up against my legs. It was so hot! He ran one foot up and down my left leg, and had the other one pressing down on my right shoe! He then went and wedged my right foot between both his feet and pulled off my shoe. I ran my socked foot over the top of his left foot and pressed down. He did the same thing with my my other shoe and soon both shoes were off!
I began running my foot up and down his leg and he responded by doing the same thing on my other leg. His foot felt so nice and warm against me. He kept going up until he had his foot perched on my knee. I put my hand on it and felt its moist warmth. I squeezed and ran my fingers around it, tracing the outline the socks were making on the tops of his toes. He then took his other foot and placed it on top of my other knee. I now had two socked feet on me! This was heaven! I so wanted to crawl under the desk and just be at his feet. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he began moving one foot from my knee to my inner thigh. His toes were running circles on my thighs and teasing me so bad. The other foot finally came off my knee and rested itself on my crotch! It pressed itself against me and just squeezed and squeezed. I was in ecstasy.
I took my feet and perched them on his knees. He grabbed them and pulled them onto his crotch. The rest of the evening, we remained in this position. Our legs were pressed against each other and our feet were on each others crotches. It was almost impossible to keep from making noises, but we somehow managed. The only sounds you could hear was of the rustling fabric from our socks rubbing up against our clothes...and the occasional deep heavy breaths that we both exchanged.
The library lights were soon dimmed, indicating that they were getting ready to close. We hurriedly pulled our feet back and put our shoes. He caressingly brushed his foot against my legs again before he stood up. I went on ahead and gathered my laptop and other things. I had too much stuff! It took me a little while to get everything together. I stood up and peered over the partition. He had left. I scouted around for him but he was gone. As I was walking down the hall towards the bend which would take me to the main lobby, I noticed something on the carpet. As I got closer, I saw that they were the socks he had been wearing! I still have them to this day. I never saw his face, but I will never forget those socked feet!
Perhaps someday I will feel someone tapping on my foot again.