Scene of the Crime

Gen returned to the scene of the crime.

She had been to work and talked with Kent as they always did — nothing ruined there, thankfully. But she definitely remembered having a moment with him — if she could call it that — at this same sidewalk cafe where she had planned an actual date.

But now she was walking there dressed in work attire, albeit sexier work attire than usual. Her glasses in her hair, a button-up white blouse, and a pencil skirt with scary high stilettos.

Trace — she recognized him right away in his own work attire: a three-piece suit with the jacket on the back of his seat. His expensive watch shone in the sun, and he typed quickly on his phone. But when he spotted her, he put his phone down and looked her up and down.

Appreciatively.

She walked over, and he stood up to pull her seat out. Gen smiled and placed her phone upside down on the outside table. As soon as she sat down, the waiter came over with a bottle of one of her favorite wines and poured her a glass.

“You pay attention,” she smiled as she took a sip of her wine and watched Trace look at her lips.

“I do,” he said, picking up his glass to clink glasses with hers. Their glasses clinked, and she looked at his mouth. He told her he worked in finance and he looked every bit the role. She was impressed that he put his phone down to study her. “I pay attention when I am interested. How was your day?” he asked.

“It was a good day, you?”

“Intense, the way I like it. Your feet must be tired,” he said. “Would you like me to rub them?” “Here?” Gen asked with wide eyes.

“Yes,” he said with a knowing smirk. “There is nothing explicit about that, and I am sure it would relax you. May I?”

Gen nodded, her feet did ache from the day. Trace reached for her calves, stroked them and she took her feet out of her heels. He placed her feet firmly on his thigh and caressed every inch of her foot. He never placed her feet near his crotch. But he intently caressed them as he drank his own glass of wine and listened to her talk about her day.

The way he touched her lulled her into relaxation so deep that when she placed her bare feet on the ground, she felt completely relaxed and wondered what else he could do to her body. She poured herself a second glass of wine and poured him another as well.

“Thank you,” Trace said, clinking glasses with her again. He studied her. “You are fucking beautiful.”

The bluntness of his words affected her deeply. Between what he said and how he had touched her, Gen was completely aroused and wanted to see where the night was going to end.

“Do you want to go somewhere else for dinner?”

“What do you like?” he asked.

“I like everything.”

Trace smiled at her as he indicated the waiter come over.

“I bet you do.”

Trace placed his hand on the small of her back, as they got into the car. He had suggested a Malaysian place a few neighborhoods over. Gen placed her feet on his lap in the car, letting him caress her feet and lull her into pleasure she had not imagined she would have experienced that night.

She would follow him anywhere at this point.

This is the fourteenth story in a series. You can read the first story here.