Ok, I've finally managed to finish another English story. Hooray. It seems I hardly ever manage to get to the end of one of the beginnings I got on my harddrive. Then again, I got way more unfinished German stories, so maybe the percentage of finished stories is about the same. I'm pretty sure it's better than my last. Then again, going by the comments that't wasn't too hard. :-))
Anyways. This is just a quicky with a light fetish theme, not much of a story line behind it. Obivously, there's gonna be sex. Sort of. So, if you don't like sex, dominant women, submissive men, and the like, go and read somewhere else.
Everybody else, enjoy if you will.
Feedback would be nice (especially praise, of course).
With no further ado:
Feet
It had been a long day, busy enough to barely have time for a cuppa, not to mention lunch. It had also been a weird day.
Not only had I woken up with an almost painful boner, both the boner and feeling horny like Larry had persisted through almost all morning, the boner receding somewhat, but not completely, during breakfast.
My wife had to leave before me that day and I used the private time to play with myself and to put a light bondage on. Just a cock ring around the base and string around the waist, through the groin, bottom crack and over the ass cheeks up to the waist. By the time I was in the car commuting, my cock was rock hard again.
I couldn't even listen to my audiobook, the combination of traffic and cock took most of my concentration.
The arousal did hardly abate over the day, short times when I forgot about it due to being too busy alternated with furious hard-ons. Especially when dealing with a female client. It hardly mattered whether I found them attractive or not, every pair of breasts I saw this day seemed to scream "suckle on me", every pair of female legs seemed to ask "spread and fondle me".
It sure made it easier to savour the day, as stressy as it had been.
And finally, we were finished. We, that meant Linda and me, the rest had already left because we were running over time, as we frequently do. One of the girls always has the late shift, officially working half an hour longer than opening hours, though 45 minutes plus is the rule rather than the exception. Always depending on how late I run. Or one of the colleagues, as the case may be.
It was half six by now, I should have been off for half an hour and Linda should be leaving right now. Instead, we flopped in the office to catch our breaths and have a cuppa.
"I need a tea before I mop the floors. What about you? White coffee or are you gonna shoot off?"
"Coffee sounds smashing. Nobody home anyways tonight, not much point in hurrying now."
I finished a few notes, had a look at tomorrows schedule while waiting for the kettle to boil. I kept sneaking glances at Linda and if at all possible I was even hornier then earlier today. I liked Linda. She was around my age, I guessed, maybe a couple of years older, but I wasn't sure. She was attractive though I wouldn't have called her stunningly beautiful. The lines life had painted on her face suited her, her slim figure was well proportioned though the uniform didn't do her any justice at all. Her breasts were smallish, with pale skin, as I had had the joy of noticing a couple of weeks earlier at a work dinner, where her blouse had shown a generous amount of cleavage.
And now I simply couldn't stop my imagination from running deeper. How would her pussy look, I wondered? A racing stripe of muff, I fantasized, stopping just above her tender folds. Darker inner lips protruding slightly from the generous, milk-white outer ones.
I snapped out of my reverie when she placed the steaming cup next to me.
"There you go," she said, flopping into the chair next to me.
"What a day. And my feet are killing me."
She drew her legs up and took her sneakers off. Moaning lightly she began to rub her feet.
"I'd really be looking forward to a good foot massage tonight. Pity that hubby got absolutely no talent for it."
Another sigh.
I looked up at her. My thoughts started whirling. I'd love to say, my mind was gearing up, but it was another head that was rising to the occasion.
"Want me to give you one?"
She looked at me surprised and stopped rubbing her foot.
"You serious?"
"Yeah, why not? I'm not in a hurry, nobody's home anyway. But you gotta take the socks off."
She laughed happily.
"Deal," she said and kept giggling while taking the socks off.
"Here you go then, do your duty."
She stretched her right leg out and wiggled her toes at me.
I grinned back at her and moved closer, kneeling in front of her chair. I took the offered foot in my hands. I started to rub the skin gently.
'Obediently' I thought, imagining the whole affair not as having been my idea, but her command leaving me no choice but to obey.
Her feet were small with dainty little toes. The skin was soft and even after a full day spent mostly standing she smelled nice.
Once I felt her skin warmed up nicely I started to press on the tense flesh. Gently I rubbed and kneaded, gradually increasing my pressure in accordance with the loosening of the muscles.
She cooed and made little noises of pleasure. I couldn't fathom whether she did it on purpose or if it was done without thought and notice. She had placed her left foot on my thigh.
My cock pulsed with every pressure I applied, with every push of her foot on my thigh.
I was not sure if I was hoping she would move her foot further to the left or rather not.
Her right foot was virtually glowing and the muscles felt soft underneath my fingers.
Changing the foot I was paying attention to seemed the ideal action to defuse my split longings.
"Oh yes, that's very lovely. You really have a talent for this, if not training. I thank you already, even one foot is a blessing."
"Don't think any of it. It's just a foot massage. I enjoy myself at least as much as you do."
Compared to how her right foot had felt just before I had released it the right one felt tight like a brick. I started as softly with the left as I had with the right. At first, I just rubbed the skin until it felt warm. Then my fingers started digging into the muscle. Softly at first, gradually increasing pressure as her muscles softened.
I had placed her other foot on the floor, but she had moved it to my thigh again. Whether it was on purpose or just had happened caused by searching a more comfortable position, I still could not fathom.
My thoughts and desires threatened to run away with me. Fantasies of pleasures morally forbidden to married men and women. Fantasies of her foot on my cock. Fantasies of my mouth on her nether lips. Of my tongue slipping between them in the most intimate kind of kiss. Fantasies of drinking her nectar. Of making her cry out in pleasure.
I forced my thoughts and concentration back onto the foot underneath my fingers.
"Mhm, you have so much more talent at this then hubby. The only perk he has doing this is kissing my toes and ..."
Her voice drifted off dreamily.
