It all started back in the fall. A recently retired guy named Jerry falls for 42-year-old Becky, who does pedicures for a living in Middle Tennessee. It was love at first sight.
At least it was for me--I'm Jerry. Just turned 63. I got tired of trying to cut my own toenails. Every time I bent over and cut them, the end result looked worse than the last time.
It got so bad my toenails were poking holes through my socks, and ruining my expensive walking shoes about every six months. Lots of those type shoes have mesh type netting in the toe area. It usually rips out quickly if you wear the shoes every day, or if you don't trim your toenails often.
I finally decided I needed to stop buying new sports shoes all the time and invest in a pedicure, which would make my shoes last longer, make my feet look better and make me a happy camper.
Although it is a sissy thing to do, I realized I needed a nail-cutting specialist for the job. I needed an out-of-town pedicure, even if it might be weird for an older Southern white gentleman like me to do such a thing. But what the hell. What is the worst thing that could happen---someone from my hometown sees me at a spa then gossips about me in our little town just south of Nashville. Guess I'll run the risk.
Near as I can tell--a decent pedicure here in the Volunteer State is about forty bucks, plus the tip. I once gave an older pedicure lady a tip of ten dollars. Yeah, I admit it, back in 2005 I got my first pedicure. Cost 45-dollars for a couple then. So I am not a pedicure virgin after all.
At the time I was trying to bond with a female co-worker. It surprised her that I suggested we get pedicures together on my dime, but we did, and we enjoyed it. She seemed to think it was somehow unmanly on my part. I thought at the time that it was a brave move. Her name was Linda. I distinctly remember her saying this: "You get your toes painted, and I'm out of here, Jerry." I did not get mine painted, not even a clear coat. But that was then, and this is now. Pedicures for men these days are more widely accepted, though it is still an odd thing for old men to get done in the small-town South.
Becky is my new pedicure girl. She is nice, and did an extra good job on my feet. She well-earned the tip I gave her, and seemed to need the money. I felt sorry for her, but loved how she touched my legs and feet. It made me feel special. It was erotic at times. She probably spent a good hour giving me a pedicure, with all the washing, cutting and scrubbing she did. Becky used a salt-based solution on my feet. Then the best part in my judgment--the famous hot towel treatment. Drying me off was fun, too. It was wonderful. At the end she even got my flip-flops off the floor and put them back on my now soft feet. It was a nice touch. I loved that part.
Becky is a white girl. She stands about 5'5" tall, and weighs maybe 135. She has short brown hair, and a bunch of tattoos on her arms, even on her neck. I dreamed about getting her nude and seeing all her wild tattoos at once. It'll be erotic for her to reveal them to me a little bit at a time, though. She also has a small nose ring, and a tongue stud, I noticed.
Normally I would be put off by all this stuff, but not this time. She was so fucking hot I did not give a shit. These folks sporting tattoos just want to express themselves through body art, I guess.
Besides that, I badly wanted her. I am about 5'10, and figure my 6-inch penis would be a good fit for her if I somehow manage to sleep with her. She is kind of a small slim person, but you can bet your bottom dollar that pussy has had its share of invaders.
Becky flirted with me slightly, but she was kind of cool about it as many women are. Subtle is perhaps the best way to descibe it. As she scrubbed my feet she leaned in extra close toward me. I could not help but notice her perfume and small tits under her loose-fitting top. No bra to worry about. Hell yeah--my kind of woman! Her tits seemed to be swaying and it kept happening, maybe five or six times. I clearly saw "the small girls" several times when she leaned down in front of me.
Becky did not mind me watching one bit. She loved it so much I wondered if she'd ever been a nudist, a prostitute, a stripper or even all three. I hoped she had some wild ass background story to tell me. No ENF here. Her breasts were small, but pointy from what I could see. Fun to watch. Best of all--she loved the attention. I got hard, and she noticed that right away, and kind of laughed.
