George
She had cute feet. I don’t know if I’ve ever paid attention to a woman’s feet before. Her toes were perfectly shaped, and the nails were trimmed short and neat. She didn’t have any nail polish or anything on them. The soles of her feet were tough, as a woman who was used to working on her feet for long hours. She had a high arch, and she practically melted into the bed when I pushed my thumbs into the delicate bones. Who would have thought that rubbing someone’s feet would be so pleasurable? Not only for her, but also for me. I used my fingers to explore every curve, every bone and sinew, even tracing the light blue veins that ran from her ankle bones to her toes. When I looked up, I saw that her head had fallen back against the pillow and her breath had evened out. “
