There weren't a whole lot of places that Kanji and Ayane could go besides Aiya. Not that either of them minded too much. The prices were good. The food was good. Everything was pretty good. Though, Ayane couldn't help but wish for a little more... romance in general. Kanji and Ayane had been dating for a month or so and he hadn't even made an attempt to kiss her yet. She appreciated how gentle and sweet and oh-so-patient he was but...

She was a girl with needs and she needed Kanji.

These feelings of frustration swam inside of Ayane as she munched on a piece of beef. Kanji scarfed down his meal, unaware of his girlfriend's feelings at that moment. As her short legs kicked under the table, her toes brushed against Kanji's knee.

"S-sorry!" she stammered. Then... an idea formed in her head. If he wasn't going to make a move, then she would have to. Swallowing, she slipped forward in her chair until her chest hit the table's edge. Her heart throbbed. Was it going to burst? Was she making a mistake? The heat that swirled inside of her core told her to ignore those feelings of doubt and to just go for it. Gently, she toed out of her shoes and stretched her leg out. The tips of her toes brushed against Kanji's thighs. He stopped.

"Babe?"

Biting her lip, she moved her foot further up. Soon, she met his crotch. It didn't take long for the bleached blond to stammer and flush. He swallowed as his dark eyes locked with hers. She could feel him begin to stiffen under her touch. Emboldened by the firmness under her clothed foot, she stroked his growing erection. The ball of her foot ground against what she assumed was the side of his shaft. It was then that she realized just how tight the pants he usually wore were. She could feel every twitch and throb through their clothes. How she didn't notice how... big and thick he was until now was a mystery.

Her hips squirmed atop the chair as she imagined just how big her boyfriend was. How it could feel in her hand or feel its warmth against her bare skin or even inside of her. Arousal seeped from her folds and into her panties. Similarly, she felt a wet spot form on Kanji's thigh. It steadily grew wetter and wetter with each stroke and grind of her toes. She swallowed.

"Babe... please..." he whispered as he reached under the table and brushed against her foot. His hand bumped against her as he worked on undoing his belt and pulled himself out. That same hand reached for her ankle and rested her sole against his shaft. "...Keep going."

Ayane's mouth grew dry. Wordlessly, she moved her other leg and sandwiched Kanji's big, thick cock between her soles. The muscles in her thighs ached as she pumped her feet back and forth. Her boyfriend's eyes screwed themselves shut as his breathing grew heavier and heavier. Soon, she felt slickness seep into her socks as the throbbing of his prick grew more and more frequent. His breath hitched as he slumped forward and nearly sent his beef bowl clattering to the ground.

People looked towards the couple in the corner but the brunette continued to stroke him off.

"S-stomach ache, it's whatever!" Kanji choked out. "D-don't... worry..."

Ayane's breathing grew heavier as her strokes grew more uneven and her socks grew wetter and wetter with precum. Then, she felt a sticky warmth splatter against her calves—though, she felt a rope of cum reach the middle of her thigh under her dress.

After a long moment, Kanji tucked himself back into his pants, slammed the money for their meal on the table, and rushed Ayane to his place without a word. The tiny girl's first kiss and time was claimed that very evening.