Breakfast meet-up
by Lovestospar



Even tho we'd split up, me and taekwondo-ex had a lifetime of talking and
coordinating ahead of us. Sometimes we'd meet up at restaurants if we knew
that the conversation may get heated, then at least we're in public and that
keeps it pretty chilled out.

We usually met at a local breakfast spot. This day in particular was very
busy. When she walked in she was looking goooooooood! Her long blonde hair was
back in a tight ponytail. She was in a white tank top that revealed just
enough of her flat stomach as she walked bye. She worn jeans that fit her body
like a glove, but due to her thick, muscular calves, they hung loosely just
above her ankles. And of course, she was wearing her favourite black Old Navy
flip-flops that her footprint was well worn into.

We talked about what we needed to discuss and ordered our food. I couldn't
resist. "Um, yeah. Sooooooo, I see by the credit card statement that you're
back in TKD these days?" I casually asked. "Yup. Have been for about 2 months,
at your expense, just like we agreed upon." she replied as she kept her face
down continuing to eat. "Well....you wanna send me some dobok pics?" I asked.
She stopped moving her utensils and looked me dead in the eyes as she
swallowed her food. "What did you just ask me?" She was pissed. I knew it was
a sore subject but I have terrible self control when it comes to her fighting
feet(i wanted them in my face soooooo bad!) "What T***? I was just asking." I
responded. "You always fucking do this" she started. "You always see my bare
feet and start asking for pics or asking to practice with me or if I'll spar
you. Did that ruthless beating I gave you a few months ago over the house key
not sink into your thick fucking skull? How are the headaches by the way?
Still daily?" she cockily teased, referencing some permanent damage I received
from her during our last encounter. "The answer to your question is, and
always will be: FUCK. NO." she shouted. Heads turned towards out table. I was
so embarrassed. Whenever she spoke sternly to me or quoted a fact like that,
it fried my ego. I was livid, but knew i could do nothing, it was an immense
turn-on. "Look...I...I was just asking. There's no harm in that." I defended.
"No harm? No harm?" She said "Ok, you want feet? Here's feet." she barked as
she slipped the flip-fiop off her right foot under the table, raised her leg,
and slammed her foot on the table heel first, then pulled back her toes making
her sole smooth. It made a tremendous crash which drew the attention of
surrounding tables. "Well. What are you waiting for? Wish granted. LICK." she
ordered. My face went red with embarrassment. "T*** what are you doing" I
asked. "Giving you what you want. You want my feet, here they are. They're
just as black belt now as when I'm in my dobok, so lean forward, stick out
your tongue and lick my stinky bare foot." Just then the waitress walked up.
"Is there a problem here ma'am" she asked my ex "Nope. No problem. This
weak-willed piss-ant was just about to re-learn his place in life." I turned
an even deeper red. "So, go ahead...lick it." The waitress paused and crossed
her arms almost curious as to was she was about to witness. I mean, who's ever
seen anything like this before. I couldn't help myself. My senses were
overloaded. I leaned forward. I could smell the rubber from her flops as soon
as my nose was a few inches from her foot. The ball of her foot under her big
toe was starting to turn black from the friction with her dark colored
footwear. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it into her sole then drug it
upward from her heel to her toes. It tasted so amazing. Her foot was warm on
my tongue from the mornings' contact with her flop. It was damp and salty from
the sweat and years of wear and tear in those flops. I could smell the rubber
ingrained in her sole. The waitress looked down at me in disgust. "I'm going
to get the manager" she told us. "Uh oh pussy, looks like you're on limited
time. Better make it count." I licked like crazy while she belittled me in
public. "Isn't it sad how little self-control you have?" She asked. "All
because I can leave you in a broken heap with my bare feet anytime I want.
Maybe I'll break your nose when you're done. How's that sound?" she taunted as
she gripped my nose between her big, and second toes." People from the
surrounding tables left in disgust. "Leave that shit at home freak!" one guy
yelled. "Jesus you're disgusting!" another woman shouted. I was mortified, but
I kept licking. My ex just laughed and laughed. "You'll never live this day
down." After all, she had no horse in the race. She was just a chick with her
feet up. "Shove my foot in your mouth and leave it there 'till I tell you to
stop." She ordered. So I did. My drool ran down all sides of her foot. There I
was in one of my favourite restaurants slobbering down the bare foot of my ex.
The manager walked up while I was deep-throating her foot. "Pay....and leave."
he demanded. "NOW!". My ex was howling with laughter. "Oh come on. Can't he
stay just a LITTLE longer? He's doing such a good job." she asked him. She
knew what was about to happen. "No. Enough. He leaves. NOW!!!" he responded as
he grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me up. My mouth slid off her foot
as I was ripped up and my previously concealed boner thrust forward from
within my pants. To boot, there was a quarter sized pre-cum stain accompanying
it. "Pay...and NEVER come back." the manager barked as he gave me a head start
down the walkway between tables with a stern push. The walk to the register
was the worst of my life. The look of disgust in everyone's eyes was beyond
mortifying. On guy threatened to beat the shit out of me calling out "Faggot"
as i skulked by his table. I coulda burst into tears. I paid. I was gonna
leave a tip but the cashier said "Just leave, fucking perv." So I did. I
looked back towards my ex who was just slipping her soaking wet foot back into
her flip flop. She only smirked and reached for her fork. I walked out to my
car and got in. When I looked up I saw my ex still at the table finishing her
meal. She looked up and waved goodbye as the waitress refilled her coffee. She
texted me later thanking me for buying her breakfast but not to reply because
she'd be at taekwondo for the next 3 hours.