Delilah takes deep, controlled breaths as her lifted right leg angles towards the back of the couch. The leg develops once again into a completely vertical circumstance, thanks to the combined grips of her and Mac's hands latched onto it. Delilah bites her lip as she pulls her leg back even further, allowing it to exceed its expected levitation. "God, thank you, sir, for this. This is very important to me" she says, fully committed into her roleplay as Mac's workout client.
Mac smiles, and as he pulls along with her, he asks "How does it feel, ma'am?"
"Mmmm... it feels sensational, sir, especially with the smoothness of my pantyhose. Can't you see how happy my feet are? Hehehe" she says with a sweet giggle as her foot suspended in the air begins to spin and twirl in a lively manner. "Do you think my feet can get even more happy?" Delilah asks Mac, who softly thrusts into the back of her buttocks covered by her black shorts.
Mac nods, and says back to her "Of course, they can. I will personally see to that they will feel the most euphoric tingle I am able to present to them."
"Mmm... you will take care of my feet for me, sir?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You promise...?"
"You have my word."
Delilah smiles, and feels her pink satin ballet flat begin to pop off her heel. With a lust-induced moan, she re-clamps her hands onto the bottoms of her shin. She then proceeds to pull with more force. Mac matches her exertion, and pulls along with her. The sudden shift in power causes the flat to swing over. It lands over the dorsum of her foot, but still clings onto the top of her pointed toes.
The relief Delilah feels causes her to bounce left leg which is draped over Mac's left knee, and her toes flex hard inside the soft pink flat. Leaning her head against Mac's left shoulder, she turns it to give Mac another loving kiss onto his cheek, which in turn causes him to plant a similar kiss onto her lifted right leg. Mac looks at her leg and studies how toned it has become since she started doing yoga. His eyes dart up to her foot, which is still allowing its flat to hang off her toes.
The flat suspends itself more into the air as Delilah's foot begins to shift sightly left and right, and Mac closes his eyes. He begins to ponder and think on how he got to this point in his life. He begins to remember how the total opposite of what is happening told a different story. Opening his eyes once more, he turns to Delilah, who is still planting sweet kisses onto his cheek before stopping, and says softly "Del?"
Delilah giggles, and answers back "Yes, sir?"
"Oh, um, this is me talking now."
Delilah sits up, and says "Oh, sorry... are you ok, tiger?"
Mac nods, and says to her as he clasps onto her leg again "I just want to say... thank you."
Delilah smiles, and asks "Aw... thank me for what, though?" Allowing her leg to lower back down, she takes her flat to put it back on her foot completely, and sets it back onto the floor. Mac takes a deep breath, and says "Thank you... for everything you've done for me with this. This... fetish of mine. You have no idea how much I've wanted this for so long."
Delilah smiles, and puts her left leg that was still over Mac's knee on the ground to join the other. She then shifts towards Mac to face him more, and brings her left arm around his shoulders. "Dude... you honestly don't have to thank me for this. You know I am completely comfortable with you on this now. I know that when I first found out about this, I kinda... kinda got overtaken with shock."
Mac brings his arms around Delilah's waist, and pulls her closer towards him, which she allows. He then says "It's not just that. I am so glad that you finally accepted me for this. It's just... I still get scared."
"Why, Mac? Why do you get scared over liking and wanting my feet?"
Mac hesitates for a second, but Delilah eagerly pushes him. "It's ok, you can tell me, you know this. Whatever fear is keeping you from expressing yourself, don't let it. I am your girlfriend, and it is my privilege to know your concerns."
Mac takes a deep breath, and finally says "Well... I feel that I'm been so distant with this fetish for so long, that I never really got to fully submit myself to it. Even the night you wore your white flats for me, there were times then where my anxiety still tried to fuck with me."
"Haha... even when you were fucking my feet?"
"Heh... honestly, yeah. But I was so horny, I just let it all go."
