I work at the Boeing offices in Seattle. About a year ago we merged with a much smaller company from Portland. Ever since the merger we had bi-weekly meetings with a team of their managers. Our execs dubbed them `alignment meetings'. Five Portland managers would fly into Seattle for a long day of meetings and fly back home the same evening. This is how I met Cathy. She was a one of the five managers who flew in for these alignment meetings. These alignment meetings ended around 5pm and we normally had time for an early dinner before the Portland group caught their plane home. Our management team wanted to develop better relationships with the Portland team and they encouraged all of us - Seattle guys - to join these dinners. They even called them `alignment dinners'. The first thing that struck me about Cathy was that she was very smart. Our alignment meetings were often very boring. Some people tried hard to promote weird private agendas. Cathy often came up with a bright solution when everyone else was deep in repetitive and useless arguments. Unlike other smart women I met, Cathy was also attractive. She had a slight seductive tone in her voice, and she constantly teased everyone around her. Cathy and I became good work-friends. We supported the same ideas and often backed each other up during arguments. I wasn't the only one at the Seattle office to take notice of Cathy. Her name came up in a quite few hallway talks. Everyone was impressed by her capabilities and personality. A few months after the alignment meetings started, I spent a few days in Portland. I decided to get a bit more friendly with Cathy - I called her and asked her out. She was as friendly as usual, but said that she was engaged. We spoke on the phone for a few minutes and she told me a little about her fiancee. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought she sounded a bit sad when she spoke. Things continued as usual after our conversation but I felt that Cathy paid more attention to me. When I had something to say during a meeting, she would always raise her head and listen. I think she was even smiling at me, just a hint of a smile. I made sure I never missed any of the alignment dinners. Cathy was always there. These infinite and dull alignment meeting days slowly became the better days each months. I was looking forward to seeing Cathy, chat a bit, and stare at her cute eyes over dinner. I think Cathy liked me too. During dinners she often sat opposite from me. She always smiled when our eyes met and she always looked at ME when saying hello and good-bye to all of the Seattle folks. This went on for a few more months. One of these alignment dinners I sat across from Cathy - as usual. She was engaged in smalltalk with the other guys at the table. Suddenly I felt a bare foot touching my foot. I looked at Cathy but she completely ignored me. The foot started massaging my ankle. It couldn't have been anyone other than Cathy because she sat directly across from me along a narrow table. I stared at her for a few seconds and she finally gave me a quick glance and a sinful smile. After that glance, she continued the conversation as if nothing was happening. I couldn't have been any more excited. Her foot kept stroking my ankle, moving a bit higher with every stroke. Cathy wore pumps - very easy to remove under the table. I was wearing my work shoes so I couldn't respond to her stroking. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation around the table so I just sat there, enjoying myself. When her foot reached high enough on my calf, I tried touching it with my hand. I hoped that no one would notice my hand reaching under the table. Every time I managed to touch the tip of her toe, she retracted her foot quickly before I could really touch it. She kept at it for a few more minutes until it was time for the Portland group to head for the airport. The two-weeks that followed were very long two weeks. I was quite surprised by the sudden interest from Cathy. After all - she was engaged to another guy. I decided to let things roll and see where they take me. I was looking for some excuse to be without shoes next time we have dinner. I wanted to participate in that game under the table. One night, a bunch of Seattle people went for sushi at a new Japanese restaurant. That restaurant had Japanese-style seating where you had to take your shoes off before you enter a booth-style seat. The tables had a very large table-cloth - hanging pretty low on all sides. It couldn't have any been any better. The next alignment meeting has finally arrived. Cathy showed up in a very pretty skirt, and - of course - pumps. Around dinner time I suggested that we take our guests to the new sushi place. Some guys just hate sushi so we decided to split the group into two smaller groups. Luckily, Cathy was on the sushi group. Jim and Lisa from the Seattle office were also on the sushi group - much smaller than our usual dinner crowd. We arrived at the restaurant and Cathy took the seat opposite of me. This time, we all had to take our shoes off so I was ready for some action. As soon as we sat down and a conversation started, I felt Cathy's foot touching my left foot. I moved my right foot and started massaging Cathy's ankle. Cathy took part in the conversation and behaved like nothing was happening under the table. I decided to take a step forward and moved my foot upwards to Cathy's calf, inching my way slowly higher and higher. Cathy gave me a quick smile and went back into the conversation. I decided that a smile was just as good as an open invitation. I shifted my weight a bit and moved forward in my seat. Now I could reach a lot farther. I looked at Jim and Lisa but they were very involved in a conversation and paid no attention to me. My massaging foot was now touching Cathy's knee. She was wearing some kind of pantyhose that felt very smooth on my toes. Cathy's foot was still below my ankle, stroking my foot slowly. This went on for a few more minutes until our food arrived. I decided it was time to join the conversation and behave normally. I had a hard time concentrating on both the conversation and Cathy's knee. All I managed to say were a few head shakes, one `absolutely right' and two `you bet's. Eventually, I just gave up. The most I could concentrate on were my food and Cathy's knee. I suddenly felt Cathy's toe push into my left foot. I looked straight at her face, waiting for a sign. She had a faint smile on her lips and her head was nodding `yes' very slowly. Five seconds later, my foot climbed up from her knee to her thigh. I suddenly felt the elastic band of her stockings against my toe. This can only mean that another inch upwards I'll be touching her skin directly. My dick was now as hard as it has ever been. I had a difficult time managing it to a comfortable direction under my pants without raising everyone's suspicion. Another 20 seconds of elastic-band massaging and my toes hit skin. The moment I touched her exposed skin, I saw Cathy take a deep breath and exhale very slowly. I think she was enjoying this at least as much as I was. I couldn't see how she positioned her legs but she must have spread them a bit so my foot could fit between them. I moved my foot sideways until it found Cathy's other thigh and massaged it a bit too. Her thighs felt so warm and soft. I was very eager to bury by face in them. My massaging foot kept inching its way up along Cathy's thigh. Suddenly my big toe hit Cathy's panties. Her immediate reaction was closing her thighs hard - locking my foot between them. I stared at her making a `what's-up' face. She stared back for a few seconds, part smiling, part embarrassed. Slowly, her thighs came apart again - freeing my foot. I guess it took her a little while to decide how far she was willing to go. I started moving my foot again. This time, Cathy spread her thighs much wider than before. This couldn't have been a bad sign. It gave me courage and I started rubbing Cathy's panties. I think I felt some moisture on my toes but I was rubbing blindly. I wanted to rub Cathy's clit but had no way of knowing when I found it - unless Cathy helped me out. I rubbed her panties lightly for a few minutes, and then added more and more pressure to my toes. Suddenly I felt Cathy's toe stick hard into my left foot. I must have finally hit the right spot. I looked at Cathy across the table. I think her breath got a bit faster and her face looked a little flushed. I went on rubbing the good spot I found. Cathy's panties felt more and more wet. I felt fantastic: I was masturbating an incredible woman in a public place, sitting at the same table with a couple of my co-workers who have no idea what's going on under the table. It was risky and sexy all at once. I wanted to feel Cathy's pussy directly on my skin but had no idea how to make this happen. The meal was already half done, and Cathy was supposed to leave for the airport in less than 30 minutes. Salvation came from an unexpected direction - Jim got up and headed for the mens room. Two seconds afterwards, Lisa got up and headed for the ladies room. This was the golden opportunity I've been waiting for. I stared at Cathy and whispered: `Take them off'. Her head shook and her lips spelled: `no way'. Another minute passed by. I kept staring at Cathy, hoping she would change her mind. I knew Jim and Lisa would be back any minute. Suddenly, Cathy's hands disappeared under the table cloth. I saw her butt wiggle a little. Cathy held something tightly in her hand. She opened her handbag and stuffed it in. She was holding it so tightly that I couldn't even tell what color it was. I could see Jim approaching the table as Cathy returned to her normal sitting position. Cathy stared at me with an apologetic smile on her face. I think she knew that Jim almost caught her with her panties in her hand. Jim and Lisa sat down and resumed the idle conversation about flights, airline food and who knows what else. I returned my foot to its place and moved it foot forward. It finally hit the jackpot. Cathy's pussy was extremely wet. Its folds felt so silky and soft against my toes. It only took a slight push and my big toe sank completely into her pussy. I started toe-fucking Cathy's pussy, rubbing her clit every few strokes. The moisture from her pussy got my toes very slippery and when I rubbed Cathy's clit with them, it made her entire body shake. If I went on masturbating Cathy like this, Jim and Lisa would eventually notice her shaking. I had to divert the conversation to my side of the table so that nobody paid attention to Cathy. It took insane efforts to attract the conversation center to me while rubbing Cathy's clit with my toe. I knew both Jim and Lisa were health nuts and spent most of their free time biking. I told them I was considering buying a bike and asked for their advice. It worked like magic. Both of them shifted their complete attention to me - telling me various boring biking facts, giving me store recommendations and even inviting me for biking trips. I didn't have to say much. Just nod and look impressed. I could freely rub Cathy's clit and stick my toes in her pussy. This went on for more than ten minutes. Cathy's breathing became faster and faster. She was staring at me, changing rapidly between a smile and a stressful look. All of a sudden, I felt Cathy's toe press hard against my left foot. I felt her pussy muscles contract and squeeze my big toe. She was having an orgasm. Her eyes closed, her neck arched back and her face was flushed. I had to make sure Jim and Lisa didn't look at Cathy. I felt like a grown up telling a kid to `look at the birdie'. I made random comments about the architecture style of the restaurant, pointing at various decorations away from Cathy's direction. Sounds stupid, but it worked. It took Cathy another minute to calm down and restore her normal posture. She was staring at me. Not smiling, but looking quite happy. I stared back not knowing quite how to continue. It was time for Cathy to head for the airport. We got the check and started to get up. As we were getting up, I saw Cathy's lips move and spell: `Thank you'. I saw Cathy a few more times afterwards but they were always very official and we had no time to play. A few months later, Cathy moved to a different job in the Portland office and stopped joining our alignment meetings. I tried calling her a few times, but she was friendly and polite and wouldn't even mention our restaurant incident.