I stretched my arms out above my head as I woke up on a couch in a cabin after having fallen asleep talking till the wee hours with my best friend. I remembered she was sleeping on the other couch perpendicular to mine so I yawned quietly to avoid disturbing her and relaxed, draping my hands over the arm of the couch onto the end table. Rather than the expected sensation of furniture I felt soft skin and I froze as my sluggish thoughts tried to make sense of the surprise. I heard a sleepy moan and realized I'd found my friend's feet because she had stretched out her long legs from the other couch onto the same end table. I craned my neck and eyes over my left shoulder to see tousled brunette hair and dark eyes blinking sleepily as she mumbled "feels nice" from under her blanket. Half asleep I let my fingers idly caress from her ankles down to her toenails. It was peaceful and pleasant waking up slowly in a cabin in the deep woods, with the sun peeking over the ridge thru the fir trees as I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying my best friend's smooth soft feet under my fingers.
Her: I woke to the sound of birds on a feeder outside the cabin window, I was wrapped in warmth but slightly uncomfortable on a couch too short for me. As I stretched my feet stuck out from under the blankets and landed on the end table. I hadn't planned to stay the night but my best friend and I had talked until the oak burned out in the woodstove, falling asleep on separate couches. We had met a couple years prior when I saw him at the dance hall hunched over sipping on water like it was his last hope. From across the bar I could tell he was going thru a divorce cause the ink still wasn't dry on my own. Because it was my 50th birthday I took a chance, bought him a blue moon, and made him swing dance with me. We'd been best friends ever since; there was great chemistry and we flirted a lot, going so far as having a hot makeout session in the beginning. He had drawn a line at friendship though and I could see parts of him were still broken inside. I think he was afraid of losing our friendship. We always had fun together and we'd spent the previous day playing in the creek. I felt very safe falling asleep in front of a woodstove with him.
It felt like I was dreaming as I slowly become aware of his warm hands gently falling on my ankles and begin caressing my feet. For a moment I thought I must have died and gone to heaven. I was awake enough to meet his eyes but asleep enough that his strong warm fingers gliding over my sensitive skin kept me floating. He still looks asleep but he's drawing long strokes across the top of my feet and then occasionally his thumb circles my instep. My other foot seeks equal attention and he unconsciously gives it without hesitation. Having both of his hands wrapped around my feet has my head buzzing and my body melting.
It feels so damn good!
I almost stop him because he doesn't know what he's doing to me. I hold his blue eyes with my own for a moment trying to make my brain tell him to stop, but instead I close my eyes to concentrate on his hands
Him: We had been friends for a couple years by then and although there had always been sparks between us I still felt enormous fear about close connections. Despite that we'd gotten to be very at ease with each other and in that moment I felt totally comfortable with her. I was relaxed and simply enjoying sharing human touch with the only woman I trusted as the sunshine worked its way over the eastern ridge and thru the dense forest to land on my bare chest.
Her: I can hardly believe the response he's teasing from my entire body without even trying. I'm struggling to keep my breath steady due to the waves of pleasure and need his gentle fingers are creating. He looks completely relaxed and comfortable not knowing that I'm flushing and my nipples are tight under my blanket. Watching him calms my racing mind and the moment of anxiety passes. I decide to enjoy his freely offered touch; I decide I'm not going to think so much and just be in this moment with him.
The slow burn of craving is filling my thoughts. He is taking my body past relaxation and pleasure and into desire; I want more of his touch on my skin. There's an ache inside me growing by the minute and pushing me to wakefulness but I notice his breathing is still slow and steady almost like he's in a trance. I need more of his touch and can't deny myself any more after wanting him for so long. Driven by instinct but moving gently to avoid startling him I stand and silently slide my panties off, surprising myself with such an blatant decision. Naked now I settle back on the couch but much closer to those hands so he can touch more of me. I draw the blanket back over me as a last ditch maneuver to control myself, as if denying my panties aren't already on the floor in surrender. I place my right leg so it's above his head on the arm of the couch and my left I extend over his chest. I hesitate there knowing I'm about to wrap my bare legs around his head and chest. He will eventually understand what that means. I'm scared I'm asking for more than he can give; he has no idea how I'm feeling and what I want right now.
I'm afraid he'll reject my invitation.
I'm afraid he'll smell my arousal.
I'm afraid he won't.
He blinks his eyes open to meet mine and quickly guides my exposed leg against his bare chest, and eyes closed once more, resumes his unconscious caresses. His hands are slow dancing along my shins, past my knees and hp most of my thighs. His fingers stop when they meet the blanket and work their way back down to my toes. I can't help but pull the blankets up to expose all of my legs to his touch, leaving just enough to barely take the place of my panties. I wonder how far those unaware hands will go and what those fingers might do if I let them. I've watched his hands cradle books and antiques the same as he's cradling my legs. I know he will trace up my muscles and notice my panties are gone. I wonder what those gentle fingertips will do when they encounter the wetness that he's accidentally building inside me.
Him: I heard her blankets rustling and her feet left my hands while she shifted positions. Soon after I felt her right leg return to settle on the arm of the couch above my head. I opened my eyes out of curiosity to see her left leg was dangling above my chest and I realized she had relocated down her couch to get closer to me. I looked past the way her full breasts and prominent nipples filled out the light blanket to see a question in her eyes. In answer I pressed her calf down across my chest and I resumed my caresses. Due to her adjustments found I could rub the soles of her feet which produced more heavy sighs and moans so I followed the sound over the arch of her foot bones and up her shins and past her knees onto her thighs without much thought. I was wondering at the change in timbre of of her voice as she slipped deeper into what i thought must be deeply pleasant relaxation. I was oblivious everything but the tactile sensations of her skin, my hands were on auto pilot traveling up and down and around her legs and feet. Her skin was ever so slightly damp from being under warm blankets and it provided just enough moisture to give a gentle massage to her soles, calves and up her thighs.
