Philly Foot Worship Waitress in Public

Phillyfeetjohn has just entered the bustling city of Philly, his heart pounding with anticipation. He spots a tiny, busty waitress in a miniskirt and high heels, serving drinks at a crowded table. His eyes immediately go to her feet, perfectly polished and adorned with a pair of sexy, sky-high heels. He can't help but be drawn to them, like a moth to a flame.

As he takes his seat, he begins to notice her every move, her feet swaying with each step, the heels tapping gently on the ground. He can't take his eyes off her, watching her with a hunger that's hard to ignore. He knows he can't resist her any longer.

With a smile, he orders a drink and waits for her to return. When she does, he makes a subtle move, his foot brushing against hers under the table. He sees her jump slightly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. She looks at him, her eyes wide, but she doesn't back away. Instead, she leans in, her voice barely a whisper, "You like my feet?"

He nods, his heart racing. She smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's go somewhere private," she says, taking his hand and leading him out of the crowded bar.

They step into a quiet alley, the city sounds fading away. She turns to him, her hands on her hips. "So, what's your thing?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

He grins, his foot already moving to rub against hers. "I love feet," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "Especially yours."

She laughs, a soft, sultry sound. "Well, I guess we'll have to see about that, won't we?" She sits down on a nearby bench, her feet in front of her. "Touch them," she says, her voice a soft purr.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He kneels down, his hands reaching out to touch her feet. They're soft and warm, her skin smooth and perfect. He runs his hands up her calves, his fingers tracing the curve of her feet. She shivers, her eyes closing as he begins to tickle her soles, his fingers dancing lightly over her skin.

She laughs, her body writhing as he continues to tickle her. "You're good at that," she says, her voice breathless. "But there's more I want to see."

He looks up at her, his eyes filled with desire. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice thick with need.

She smiles, her hands reaching down to unzip his pants. "I want to see you worship," she says, her voice a soft purr. "I want to see you kiss my feet."