I let Erin into my basement apartment at Duffin and Clair, an area my easterner neighbours called downtown, though I never knew why.
"Okay. I'm going to go in first because the landing of the stairs only accommodates one and a pair of shoes on the floor."
"Okay, Keith. Lead on." She was trembling a little.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm good, just a little nerves to push through. This is new. Did I mention I haven't slept with a guy before?"
"No. I wasn't sure, honestly. It could have gone either way from the way you talked."
"So, for tonight at least, I'm just going to give you a fantastic blowjob and swallow your load, okay?" I felt her pat the small of my back, punctuating her question.
"Whatever you're comfortable with and just that. I want to indulge you, too. The submissive drives every time in any sensible kinky relationship."
She smiled. Her pupils were entirely dilated; she was elated, nervous, aroused. That's what she seemed. It was a queer feeling to be in contact with from this beautiful, bold young woman. It was exciting, felt taboo, and risky, as though she were a wild creature who might suddenly change her mind and bolt.
I looked back again, stunned once more at her size and height. She looked down at me slightly, and I was six feet. She had a muscular power build with thick thighs and broad shoulders. Modest breasts, my favourite. And so very, very pretty, even without the gorgeous blood red lipstick on her full lips. I thought of those lips wrapped around me. Would I feel her tenuousness, any hesitancy or reluctance from her? Distaste? I'd admired and been aroused by watching female porn stars give head, but watching a man's mouth do so was a little gross to me, as impure as my heterosexuality is. Despite my love of making men suck my toes.
I let myself in, doffed my chisel-toe boots, turned on the stairway light and descended, making way for her to take the landing. She entered and saw just a glimpse of my apartment and gasped. I have a very creative and startling space. Everywhere you look you see Lego sculptures large and tiny, arranged as if for a gallery curator's visit. The sculptures depict superheroes in the opposite gender, nude cyborg shemales, carnivorous trees, and monsters made of bone. Creepy by earily pretty. She looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Wow. Oh, my God, look at all the models you have bagged and stored! These are all so amazing, Keith."
I let her roam my space like the feline she was. She kept stopping to look at specific sculptures, but her mission was clearly to find the comfortable spaces to be in my apartment. The small, cozy nook of a space was my favourite so far and was full of leather furniture, brown covers and pillows, a good queen-size bed, and a big square table with ongoing Lego builds on it.
"Where am I going to blow you?" She ran her fingers across my chest. She was calming down, and starting to take the offensive the way she tended to. A lion.
"You could hit your knees where you stand, or I could get you a drink and we can talk for second about this."
"Okay. Am I moving too fast? I guess I'm ready now so I want to do this before I chicken out."
"You were thinking of chickening out? That surprises me. I thought you were calm as a cup of water."
"I want to see the infamous feet of the master trampler. Take your socks off, old man."
I laughed and obliged her. Slid out of my argyle socks and was barefoot in my jeans and T-Shirt.
She looked at me with mischief in her eyes and smiled.
"I have to do something right now I've dreamed about doing. Then I'll swallow your load," she said. Kneeling and then spreading onto hands and knees. She looked up at me from the floor. "Do you know what I've dreamed about doing for you?"
"Show me," I said.
She looked at my feet and then bent low until I could feel her breath on my toes.I looked at her powerful back and shoulders and waited to see what treat I was in for. I felt warm, moist lips hug the tip of my big toe, holding it between her lips for a while. I thought something was wrong for a moment, but I relaxed when I felt her lips suck the tip of my toe, and then I felt the tip of her tongue pressing the tip of my big toe like a button. I raised my foot slowly, keeping my heel on the wooden tiles of my living space. She let my big toe come away from her mouth and waited to see what I was trying to do. I pointed my foot upwards, toes about thirty degrees from the floor. She smiled at me. "Ah, I see. Thanks," she said. She took my big toe into her mouth again and moved her lips back and forth along my toe, her lips reaching past my big toe and hugging the ball of my foot and my arch before she disengaged.
