Blackout

Gen is still getting her feet wet in the dating world on her handy app and even finding some IRL inspiration--read her previous story here.

“Don’t you live close by?” Gen asked, moving her feet further up Trace’s thigh in the backseat of the car.

“I do,” he said, adjusting himself under her. He was clearly hard, and they were in a terribly compromising position as she snuggled up against him.

“Let’s just go to your place and order if you want?” she asked him.

Trace continued to massage her feet and gave new directions to the driver.

Back to his place.

He lived near her, but he lived in the fancier part of the neighborhood. He lived on the top floor of a tree-lined street closer to the ocean. The inside of his apartment overlooked the water and the entire stretch of the neighborhood. Gen was sure she could see her own place if she looked long enough.

She felt Trace stand behind her with his hands on her hips.

“It beautiful,” she said as he kissed her neck.

“It is, but it is more beautiful seeing it behind you.”

Gen moaned as he kissed down the curve of her neck and pressed her hands to the glass.

She stepped back and stepped on Trace’s toes as she did. He pulled her close to him, pulling up her dress and reaching between her legs.

“Come sit on the couch with me,” he said and took her hand.

As soon as she sat down on the couch, he sat beside her and placed her feet on his lap. Gen could not resist but caress him through his pants. Trace unzipped them and she rubbed her feet up and down his shaft, but then he moved her feet away from his crotch.

“No,” he said. His accent was guttural. “I want to give you pleasure.”

She leaned back on the couch against the plush pillows and Trace held her foot and kissed it. He caressed her foot and touched a pressure point that made her wet. It felt so good she was overcome with the sensation and lifted up trying to control it when she came. Her toes curled in his hand and she looked at him sharply. He had a smile on his face.

“I think dinner is here,” he said, placing her feet delicately on the couch.

Gen arched on the couch, looking at him walk away. He looked sexy and undisturbed as if he had not given her a disturbingly good orgasm.

The crumpling of the bags of Malaysian food vibrated through her, and the smell of the food made her salivate. Trace started setting the table in the kitchen nook. When she felt like she could get up without falling over, Gen joined him and helped him set the table.

Barefoot.

When she sat down across from him at the tiny table, Trace placed her feet on his lap as they navigated the fragrant takeout food as he poured wine for them one-handed, never letting go of her feet.

Gen bit her lip as he just touched the spot on her foot where he made her come. But this time, it was a minute detour as he clinked glasses with her.

“Cheers,” she said softly.

***

Gen felt sexy every time she put on high heels. After the night she had spent with Trace, and how he had worshipped her feet made her think differently about them when she touched them.

Her phone vibrated, and she picked it up to see who was texting her.

Kevin.

She dropped the phone. Seeing his name made her arm go numb. She could not feel anything, but she saw nonstop dialogue boxes on the lock screen of her phone. The tears fell down her face and splashed on her feet with the frequency of the texts. Gen knew she could not pick up the phone and text him. It had taken her this long not to text him, not to give in when he offered an olive branch because. With him, it was manipulative.

He was not safe for her.

It was not until much later, when she was at work, that she opened her text messages app and deleted his messages without even seeing what he had written to her because it didn’t matter.

She could not go down that road again with him.

Kent walked by her desk with a new MacBook.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.

“This is your new MacBook, Gen,” he said, looking at her with a bright smile.

“Nothing is wrong with mine?” she questioned, shaking her head as he reached for her old one to hand her the new one.

“I was instructed to give you a brand new MacBook by Stu,” he said and Gen shrugged.

She was not going to complain about a brand new MacBook.

Kent helped her to transfer information to the new laptop. Sitting close beside her at her desk, their thighs touched. With the new awareness she had of him after the last time they hung out outside of work, Gen pressed her leg close to his before moving away. He did not even seem to notice. He was in his element when he was able to geek out with a Mac, which was his preferred operating system as was hers.

“Thank you,” she said to him. He took the old laptop and she started to work on the new one which felt different and better.

“Of course,” he said. “I told Stu that you were a power user and that if new laptops were being distributed, you needed one.”

“Pays to have friends in high places!” she beamed.

“I just know how hard you work,” Kent said, looking down at her and did his eyes linger a bit? or was she imagining this? Didn’t she have enough men jugging at the moment? She did not need to imagine her work husband wanted anything more with her.

She smiled at him and he nodded, walking out of her office.

Gen carried her new MacBook home like a brand new baby on her shoulder when she went home that night.

Walking past the cafe on the corner where she had hung out with Kent, she could have sworn she saw Kevin.

She did see Kevin, and the second he realized she saw him, he got up and took her arm.

“Gen — ”

And then she blacked out…

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