She let out a sigh, partly from relief, and partly from pleasure. Her feet had always been highly erogenous and when Jack was massaging them, licking them and sucking her toes, it was all she could do to stop herself reaching into her knickers and touching herself.
I wonder if this whole thing turns Jack on as much as it does me, she thought, without really considering how far she would go to endeavour to find out.
As for Jack, he took himself off to the rest room, thought briefly about nursing what remained of a semi-erection, before thinking better of it.
Jack's foot fetish had long been something he'd indulged. The girlfriends that he'd got intimate with had all felt the same sensations of having their feet massaged, their toes sucked, and their soles licked that Karla was getting. He'd enjoyed his fair share of feet - some younger women, some older women.
Plenty got him going about Karla's feet. Her advancing years meant that there were a few wrinkles here and there, but she had taken great care of herself, and Jack had been surprised to find just how smooth her soles were and how much give there was when he pressed her toes. She had shapely ankles, well-defined arches, and kept her nails trimmed and polished. If he were looking for a mature foot model, he would be hard-pressed to find anybody with better-looking feet.
She had a staggering array of shoes to show them off as well. Jack had perhaps not seen them all, but over the years they'd worked together he'd seen her in all sorts of pairs - from pumps to stilettos and knee-high boots. He'd often fantasised about licking her toes through the gaps in her open-toed shoes or jamming his tongue under her heel as she wore slingbacks.
Now he had an idea about what it felt like, were they fantasies anymore? For him, they were delightful, erotic premonitions.
He ran his hands down his face, sniffing what remained of the smell of Karla's feet before heading to the bathroom, washing them and getting back to work.
