Hi guys, this is another fictionnal story submitted by my friend Sebastian. This time he wrote a story that is freely inspired by some of my videos (especially by a guy who regularly appears in them ;)) and I thought it was really great! Enjoy and leave a comment if you liked it ;)

Just note that this story is the continuation of Sebastian's first 3 stories ("My first encounter with Lisa" which is in 3 parts), make sure to read them before this one if you missed them ;)

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I was sitting in a restaurant. Small, not luxurious. I had to take a grip on myself but I didn't think it would turn out this way.

I had just failed two exams at the university. I thought that everything would go fine, and that finally I would be able to get some rest. But no, I had made big mistakes. Now I was just thinking about how to deal with these exams in order to pass them again. I didn't care if anyone was seeing me sad, was making fun of me, or was just sorry for me. I covered my head with my hands. I had a glass of water and ice cubes on the table.

While I was so worried about myself, a man asked if he could join me at my table. I agreed, but I didn't look at him. He sat down in front of me, I smelled his food. He was eating his meal. At the same time, he was trying to say something to me. I knew this trick: "Talking here, talking there, tell about the problem and I'll find a solution". At first, I wasn't going to do this. Why some stranger would like to know what's bothering me? It took him a while to convince me, but in the end, I gave up. I told him, he nodded, he tried to explain something, offer some solution.

While he was talking, I noticed that there was a woman and man sitting at the table in front of me. Their table was oriented the other way compared to mine, so I could see them both from the side as they were facing each other. On the contrary, as my new fellow had sat in front of me, he couldn't see them.

Looking at those people, with the way they were dressed, they were here for business. The man was wearing glasses and had a suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair. But I immediately recognized the woman who was sitting in front of him. I had already seen those well worn black flats with the gold lining as I couldn't forget how they were slipping off her heels with every step. I couldn't help staring at them. They weren't as attractive as her black patent pumps, but at least she wasn't wearing them with pantyhose. I could see that with my bare eyes.

The man sitting at my table quickly looked behind him and he immediately understood what I was looking at. He even touched my hand. I was scared. I didn't know how to react. "DAMN, HE ALREADY NOTICED!" I thought. But what the hell... Why was that guy smiling? He kept smiling at me and nodding his head even more! What was this all about? Why was he so calm? Was it some kind of provocation? Or maybe I had just got... caught?

The truth was quite different and completely took me by surprise. The guy told me that he didn't want to scare me off, and then looking back at the woman, he just said "Cinderella before the ball even started". I almost spilled my glass of water when I heard that, and came close from wetting myself. I couldn't believe it. I think he saw panic in my eyes. I was feeling the pulse of my heart in my head. Was that guy some sort of secret admirer of this lady? A fetishist? Or maybe... a psycho that was as unpredictable as dangerous? What if he was going to start blackmailing me?!

But he then told me in a whisper: "You're not the first one to look at her. I've been dreaming to get my hands on those shoes for a long time now, and have a little fun with them. Since you're in a bad mood, I'll make you enjoy it".

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He knew her apparently. I wasn't the only one paying attention to this lady, and that guy wanted to steal her shoes? Why? Was he so into her shoes? Or did he just want to humiliate her? Did he want to cum in her shoes or what? Or maybe he was just a shoe collector who takes women's shoes as trophies, and she was his next victim? He kept talking to me about her shoes and feet while we were both looking at them. He described me the "ridiculous amount of leather" on those black flats (at the front, on the sides and at the back) explaining why these shoes were so loose, and also how that lady was constantly "teasing guys" with them. "Ah, I don't want to be a bastard like him" I thought.

"Have you seen her ankle bracelet?" he asked. Although I was still shocked by what I had just heard, I looked at her feet again and realized that she was indeed wearing a thin gold bracelet around her left ankle. "It's probably from the old days when women were doing this to show that they were married" I said, although as much as I like history, I wasn't sure if it was a common practice in Europe or not. Did she have this ankle bracelet before when I had seen her?

"I thought so. You've focused on her shoes, not her feet," he said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. At first, I didn't notice her ankle bracelet either. We're not different". Here I had to answer. "We definitely don't know each other" I said. "Then let's change it. Lucas" he said, wanting to shake hands. I had doubts if I wanted to know him and stay with him, but I was just too curious about this turn of events, so I just replied "Sebastian" and we shook hands.

After eating his meal, Lucas got up and told me that he would be back soon. He started walking towards the restroom which was just a few meters behind that lady, but before he got closer to the door, I noticed that he was staring at her feet. Honestly, I didn't know what to do. This was the first person who had discovered my secret. I was afraid of what would happen next. But for one thing I had to give him credit - I had stopped thinking about my problem.

Suddenly the man with the glasses told the lady that he was going outside for a smoke and he left. Lucas came out of the restroom a few seconds later. He blinked at me. "Man, what's he going to do?" I thought. I looked at the waitress for a moment. She was staring at him. I looked at Lucas and I realized that he was moving his lips like he was trying to send her a discreet signal, and immediately after that, the waitress crouched down, apparently to look from afar at the woman's feet under her chair. "What is this all about?" I thought. "Do they know each other? Is this some kind of conspiracy?".

I kept looking at him. Lucas very silently sneaked behind the woman's chair. He looked at her feet in her black flats. She had crossed her feet at the ankles under her chair. Her left foot was on the floor but it was almost completely out of it's shoe, only her toes were still inside. Her right foot wasn't touching the floor, but she was curling her toes like she was trying to prevent her shoe from slipping off. I saw Lucas glance at the front door for a moment. He probably wanted to make sure that no one was coming in. He then discreetly crouched down. I was shocked. He extended his hand under her chair, and ever so slightly, he pressed one of his fingers against the back of her right flat. Although she was still clenching her toes, her shoe slowly began to slip off. As he had put his other hand under her right foot, her shoe landed directly in his hand when it fell off. That's why no one had heard her shoe coming off. He then quickly moved her empty flat behind her chair and walked back to my table.

He had a smile on his face but I was completely shocked. He whispered to me to keep looking. So I did what he wanted. The woman didn't even react! Probably because she was busy with something. She was working on some documents that were on her table and was tapping a pen with her finger. She tried to write something but immediately stopped. The toes of her left foot were still inside her remaining shoe. She was moving it slightly, but nothing more. Suddenly the man with the glasses returned. He immediately noticed the woman's empty shoe behind her chair but he didn't tell her anything. I don't know if he didn't care or if he was outraged. What did he have in mind? His facial expression hadn't change a bit. They looked at each other, but as he kept trying to look under the table, he unwillingly attracted her attention on the fact that she was only wearing one shoe. So she immediately looked under her chair and then behind her, got up, got her shoe back, and sat down. She was looking disappointed. Lucas, on the other hand, was laughing quietly. "He really likes to tease her... and all this to cheer me up???" I thought. So far he had not succeeded. But almost as if he could read my mind, he immediately promised me in a whisper that it was not over yet. Well, if he had the guts to remove her shoes right off her feet, what else could he do? I was really curious to find out, and a little... scared.

Some time had passed. I was drinking water while Lucas was trying to talk to me, but I wasn't very interested. I could still hear the sound of the lady's shoes falling constantly on the floor. Sometimes the bracelet on her ankle was covered by her black pants. I was starting to lose interest. Sometimes I was even looking at the window behind me. I wanted to get out of there. But something happened that caught my attention. I noticed that some kind of loud discussion had started between the man with the glasses and the woman. She was tapping her finger on some document while he had his arms crossed. I don't know what it was about. Suddenly the lady stood up and wanted to take a step, but one of her shoes slipped off from her foot. She quickly retrieved it and headed to the restroom. As she opened the door, her other shoe slipped off and literally flew inside. She quickly closed the door. She was definitely upset with something. Lucas was laughing quietly. I couldn't understand what this was all about. Why was he laughing? Was this some kind of revenge? Or maybe he knew the man with the glasses? I mean... could that guy be also part of this plot?

I couldn't think more about it because suddenly something made a noise against the restroom door. Lucas still looked pleased. This woman opened the door. Perhaps when she had took a step, one of her shoes had slipped off again and hit the door. She then walked carefully back to her table, but when she sat down, she crossed her right leg over her left knee, and her right shoe immediately slipped off her heel, went to a full dangle, and flew right off her toes before landing on the other side of the table, right under the chair of the man with the glasses! He heard it but didn't do anything. He was discussing something with her. The woman was calmer now and was trying to focus on her documents. She picked up the pen again. The man with the glasses then looked under his chair and started moving her shoe, but instead of giving it back to her, he just kicked it towards Lucas and me! Her right shoe slid on the floor and ended up right behind Lucas' chair. While he was doing that, I could see that his attention was focused on her, not on the documents. I don't know if he was staring at Lucas and me out of the corner of his eye, but if he was, he was covering it very well.

Just then, the same waitress as before came by. She stood on Lucas's right and handed him a glass of water. He said something to her, maybe some joke or a compliment. She smiled so much that I could see her shiny teeth. He whispered something to her ear which made her look at the floor behind Lucas' chair and at the woman's feet. They were clearly plotting against her. The waitress walked away with Lucas' plate and Lucas whispered to me "Watch now" with a smirk on his face.

I was already afraid of what he had in mind. I don't even know if he had realized that her right shoe was behind his chair. He didn't get the time to take it anyway as the woman started looking for her shoe with her right foot under her table. As she couldn't find it, she looked under the table and around her and finally spotted it. So she hurried to get up to retrieve it, slipped it back on her foot, and quickly sat back at her table. She then crossed her feet under her chair, and just a few seconds later, she had already lost her right shoe again!

Suddenly the waitress came back with a cloth and a spray in her hands. It seemed like she wanted to clean the tables before the end of her service as we were the only clients left since a long time. She started cleaning the table that was just behind the woman, but then the lady with the black flats crossed her feet under her chair again, and this time her left shoe flew right off her foot and landed completely behind her chair! The waitress heard it so she immediately looked down, and she realized that the lady's left flat was now laying on the floor right next to her feet! To keep the appearances, she continued cleaning the table. Suddenly her cloth fell on the floor. The waitress crouched down, picked it up, but before getting back up, she decided to put some cleaning product in the woman's shoe! I think she pulled the trigger of her spray at least five times. I don't know how much product she had spilled in her shoe but I guess enough to spread a thin pellicula of liquid on the entire insole. As she got up and started to turn around, I noticed that she quickly wincked at Lucas and moved the shoe back under the woman's chair with one of her feet. She then walked away and went behind the bar. I couldn't believe what I had just saw. I was surprised because I was actually... smiling.

After a moment the woman finally reached her shoe with her left foot and slipped it back on. And it's good that I was looking at her body at that moment. It shook slightly when she put her foot into her shoe. She immediately removed it. For a moment she had her foot in the air and slowly began touching her shoe with her toes. She probably wanted to check if her shoe was really wet or what was wet. She was then alternatively resting her toes on the floor and on her shoe, and for a moment she even rested her whole foot on the floor, but she finally slipped her shoe back on. She then crossed her feet at the ankles and her left flat fell on the floor again. If only on the floor - behind her chair again! Lucas had now a devilish grin on his face. He had the nerve. I admit, I smiled a little bit. I had never experienced or seen anything like this before. "Finale approaching," Lucas said. I was afraid to ask.

Lucas took some crumbs from our table. At first, I thought that he was heading to the restroom but after passing by the woman, he stopped behind her chair. His crumbs fell from his hand and into her shoe, and then he walked towards the waitress at the bar. He said something to her and came back at my table. He had the same devilish grin on his face. I don't know what these crumbs were, but I prayed God that there wasn't any needles in them. I didn't want that lady to get hurt. She finally started looking for her shoe, first with her bare foot and then by looking under her chair and behind it. When she saw where it was, she quickly grabbed it with her hand and slipped it back on her foot. But she immediately slipped it off! She was wiping her foot against the floor and her pants. She finally touched the inside of her shoe with her toes and then she slipped it back on carefully. I could see confusion or shock on her face the whole time. I couldn't understand why she wasn't looking directly under her chair to see what was going on with her left flat, but I guess she didn't want to attract the guy's attention on her feet even more.

Lucas, as always, was displaying a huge sarcastic smile on his face. But I had enough of this. I emptied my glass, got up, and left the place. For a moment I saw Lucas' surprise, even his attempt to grab my hand. I just didn't want to see this woman being bullied anymore. He didn't manage to improve my mood, but at least he had given me some knowledge. I started thinking that this world was full of bastards, but I didn't want to be like him.