"Oh for God's sake, Cary, why don't you take a picture--it'll last you longer!" Julie dropped her shopping bags as I put down the ones I was holding. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and was facing away from me by the counter, her left foot raised on her toes while her right foot remained flat.
"What?" I said, surprised by the outburst.
Julie turned around, smiling. "You think I don't notice? Did you think I couldn't see you staring at me all the time?"
I stammered some sort of apology, blushing. I guess I had spent about as much time looking at Julie sunbathing as I did cleaning her pool each week. Today, while I was helping her carry her bags in from her car, I must have been more obvious about it than usual. Then again, she was dressed as sexily as usual, with her baby T-shirt revealing her flat stomach and her short cutoffs accenting her tan, athletic legs.
"Come here," she said, leading me into the living room. Morning light streamed into the tidy house from the window, which looked out onto Julie's mid-sized swimming pool and yard. "Let's get this out of your system so we can both get on with our day."
She playfully pushed me onto the couch and sat facing me on her recliner. She sat back, putting her bare feet up on the footrest. I tried not to look at them, suddenly self-conscious about it. I was speechless.
"Well, go ahead," she said. "What do you want to do?"
I had no rational idea what was happening, but my stomach was in knots with anticipation. After a few seconds, I answered softly, "To touch you?"
"Uh huh, good. Now where do you want to touch me? Say it." Silence. "You want to touch me where you've been staring all this time." She waited a few moments, apparently amused by my embarrassment, before sitting forward and looking me in the eyes.
"Look, you obviously have a thing for feet, Cary. It's okay. I think it's cute." She slid back further, lifting her left foot and pointing her toes at me invitingly and smiling. "Go on--now's your big chance."