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I sat awake that night in bed with my girlfriend Jessica sound asleep next to me. Jessica stands about 5'7" and weighs about 115. Jessica was well put together being a former soccer player. I was trying to figure out a way to convince her that my desire to suck on her perfectly shaped toes while we were having sex was not weird. To many it may seem weird. To me it seemed normal that if you are involved in a relationship with someone you care about why not try everything and anything to make them feel good, or to try anything that person wants to experience to fulfill a fantasy.
My fantasy was to suck on her toes. Or better yet have her ask me to suck on her toes. My desire to have her ask me is just that. I don't want to be "forced" like I have seen in some of the movie clips. In some clips the woman is calling the guy a bitch and yelling at him to put her feet in his mouth. I am more into the adoration phase of that where the person softly asks me to take her toes into my mouth. I want to hear a breathless request to lick her soft soles and to suck on each toe. I have been at meetings at work where that thought passes through my mind and suddenly I feel my pants getting tighter in the groin area as my arousal starts grow. My last girlfriend loved it when I rubbed her feet for her at the end of the night as we lie in bed. I loved to caress her smooth athletic legs which she shaved every day because she hated even a little stubble. She did this thing with her feet that drove me wild. She caressed the top of my feet with just the tips of her toes. It was almost like she was painting with up and down strokes. The softness of the pads on the underside of her toes drove me crazy. I would be erect in no time which she would notice shortly thereafter. I would tell her that she had the sexiest legs around and the softest skin from her head to her toes. I couldn't help myself but massage her body every night. She fell asleep many nights to the feel of my hands on her body. Like all good things, this too came to an end. Fast forward back to reality
I stayed awake for a good portion of the evening thinking about my girlfriend's toes. At one point I went online to watch a good foot job clip so I could rub one out and try to get some sleep. Shortly thereafter I fell asleep. We woke up that morning to get ready for work and I could tell something was on her mind. She asked me if I was ok and if something was bothering me. Rather than confronting this issue now when we had no time to talk I said I was fine but a little stressed out from work. She bought it and walked towards the door in her business attire and stocking clad legs. She turned around as she went out the door and saw me staring at her legs. She threw me a flirtatious smile and went to work. I melted with that smile and made a promise to tell her what I wanted that night. So there I was fighting my sleepiness in the morning meeting we had every day to talk about the business and which departments did well the day before, the week before, and the month before. The constant droning of our boss was enough to cure most people's insomnia. It was definitely doing the trick on mine. I was starting to nod off when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was a text from my girlfriend. I opened up my phone under the table and glanced quickly down to see what it said. I couldn't believe what I read and it must have showed on my face. My boss asked me if everything was alright.
I thought to myself; Alright? It was better than alright. My girlfriend sent me a picture of her stocking clad feet. The text read: "While you were in the shower I went on the computer. You forgot to clear your history. I know what you like now and I am just the person to give it to you!"
I was so startled I dropped my phone. I went to pick it up and Diana from marketing beat me to it trying to be helpful. She glanced at the phone and quickly read the text and saw what was sent. The look on her face said it all. My face turned a deep crimson color and replied to my boss that everything was fine and that it was nothing that couldn't wait. That seemed to satisfy him and the meeting finally finished. On the back to my office when Diana called out to me to wait for her and quickly caught up. I knew she was going to ask me about the text but really didn't want to have that conversation with her. During the time between my old girlfriend and my current one I had a slight crush on Diana. Diana stood 5'5" and if forced to guess I would say weighed about 105. Diana had a style to her appearance that shouted class. Some people at work thought she looked Diane Lane with black hair. Diana smirks and says; "So what's going on?" "Just heading back to my desk." I replied quickly.
"Sure you are." Diana looked at me with a huge grin. "So what are you going to text back?"
I decided to play dumb. "Reply to what?"
"Don't play dumb with me," Diana replied with a smug look on her face. "You know I read that text from whomever that was and saw the picture."
The feeling of being cornered with no real escape rushed over me. My face started getting hot and I could feel the redness covering my cheeks.