It had been a long morning of shopping and I decided to stop off at a coffee chain for a 10min rest before carrying on. I got my coffee, sank back into a large leather sofa and people watched. I watched an old couple come in and look confused at the over the top menu. Next some teenagers came in making so much noise the manager asked them to tone it down a bit. And then she came in. She was mid 50's with long blonde hair and a long hippy chick dress which flowed around her curvy hips. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She ordered her coffee and looked around the shop for somewhere to sit before settling on the large couch opposite mine. She came over and sat down. The split of her dress opened and her dress fell to the side of her legs leaving her wonderfully tanned legs on view. The plumpness of her thighs, the bend of her knee, the smoothness of her calves all led my eyes to her feet. theI remembered myself and quicky looked away but I couldn't help my gaze from returning. She was wearing flowery flip flops which she dangled from her toes. Her toes were painted a bright summery orange and one of her toes had a tiny silver ring on it. I heard a cough and looked up. The waitress had bought her coffee over and I had the feeling that I had been rumbled. 'Sorry, do you mind if i take my shoes off?' she asked. Flustered (as I was expecting a rebuttal for my staring) I managed a pathetic 'erm, nope' 'good cos flip flops aren't the best for shopping' she chuckled back. She reached over and slowly and purposefully removed them. She then asked 'do you mind if I sit next to you and put feet up on your lap?' I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I replied 'erm, yeah that's fine' in a confused tone which I'm guessing she picked up on as she explained that she needed to put her feet up but thought it was rude to put them on the table. Son there I was. Sipping coffee with a stranger's feet in my lap. 'do you like the colour of my nail polish?' she asked. 'yes, it's very cute, was my reply.. 'i know' she chuckled. 'i think it matches my toe ring' she said. 'it does!' I replied a bit too enthusiastically. 'i was going to wear an ankle chain but I was in too much of a rush leaving the house' . 'shame I said, I think that would of looked perfect' I said. 'yes, it would of wouldn't it' she said, with a glint in her eye. I was suddenly aware of how hard my cock was. I was suddenly aware that she must also of been aware of how hard my cock was as her feet were resting right on it. She pushed down a little with her feet. The feeling of pressure against me felt amazing. Then she wiggled her toes at me and laughed 'i could so do with a foot massage'. Being a gentleman I quicky offered. 'well, I'm sure I could do that for you' i suggested. She stopped moving her feet and stared straight at me. 'im a married woman, you'd have to ask my husband' ' here he is now' she chuckled and nodded over to the door. He came over, gave her a kiss and then looked straight at me. Then straight at her feet resting on my cock'. 'hi, I'm Dave' he said 'i see you've met my wife sarah already' he laughed. Sarah looked up at him. 'hes got something to ask you'