"Um... could you repeat that, Delilah?" Mac says as he make his way to Delilah's black love seat, the back of it settled comfortably against the foot of her bed. As he sits down on its left side, the cushion absorbs and adapts to him with ease, providing extreme comfort.
Delilah smiles as she makes her way past Mac, taking the right side of the couch. "I want to know what exactly a 'footjob' is!" she says giggling, using her fingers for air quotes at the mention of the word "footjob". She giggles as she finally sits down next to Mac, leaning back into the couch. As she sighs in total bliss of the soft feeling of her couch, she settles herself by slumping down even more into the back of the couch. With Mac looking on in pure admiration, Del completes the transition by crossing her right pantyhose leg over the other once again, wiggling her teasing foot in her worn out white ballet flat.
Licking his lips at the view, he finally speaks with an enhanced motivation, "Well... you know what a 'handjob' is, don't you?" Bouncing her crossed leg ever so slowly, Del softly responds "Hehe, I believe so. That's when a girl uses her hand to jerk a guy off, right?"
"Yeah, and the difference between that and a footj—"
Delilah interrupts his discussion with a somewhat pained groan. "I'm sorry, Mac, it's just really hot in here. And my legs are kinda sore."
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Hehe, it's ok. I wanted it to be hot. Haven't you noticed I turned the AC off?"
"Well... I was kinda distracted by a silly girl TEASING me with her feet all day and night."
She smiles as she flexes her toes high in her flat, responding back to him "Yep! And it's not done by a long shot! But do you mind if I get myself a little more comfortable here?" Mac nods and chuckles at her. "Yeah, sure. Don't know why you're asking me. It's your room."
"Hehe... good." Delilah playfully shakes her head at him, and makes a big show of slowly lifting her crossed right leg horizontally. Looking at him deeply in a serious expression, Delilah carries on with her teasing as she shifts her lifted leg back over to its right side. Mac watches on as she begins to rotate her ankle, slowly bringing her leg and foot back onto the carpet floor.
"Talk about taking your sweet time..." Mac says, laughing.
"Shhh... shaddup" Del softly says to him. As Mac makes the zipping motion with his fingers over his lips, Delilah stretches out both of her legs in a completely horizontal position, spreading them apart and making her flats clash with each other. Still looking at him in her serious expression, she says to him "You know... I didn't tell you before, but I started doing yoga about 4 months ago." Mac raises his left eyebrow "Really? I did happen to notice that your legs were a lot more toned and loose when it comes to moving them around."
"Hehehe, yes, they are. So I can do this now..." As Delilah brings both her legs back to the floor, she demonstrates her brand new flexibility. Taking her left leg with her hands and softly caressing it, she inhales softly. She then extends her leg out and proceeds to lift it as high as it will go, her foot in her flat levitating past her shoulders. Soon, her leg is completely vertical, and Del smiles in a proud fashion, caressing her lifted leg for Mac.
"Hehe, like what you see, tiger?" she sweetly asks, admiring her pantyhose as she caresses her leg all the way up to her pointed toes in her flat. Mac becomes almost speechless, but manages to blurt out a audible "Yes" before he slightly shifts in his side of the couch, facing her direction.
Del then lets her lifted leg descend slowly back down to the floor. Slightly smirking at Mac, she raises both of her legs onto the couch itself, bringing her knees towards her blouse covered chest. "But you still gotta tell me what a 'footjob' is now. I didn't forget, doofus." she says as she hugs both of her pantyhose covered knees, her feet tapping away inside her damp white flats. "I know I do... it'll give me a chance to gather myself, anyway" he says.
Mac looks at Delilah as she brings her right arm on the right armrest of the couch, creating a balance for her weight. "Now that I'm all nice and stretched out, this will be easier to do. Hehe..." Mac watches on as Delilah, with a quiet sigh, displays her flexibility again as she allows her right leg to cross yet again over her left knee. The flat covered foot make its way towards Mac, nicely getting settled. Mac feels the everlasting tingle in his cock, shifting his erection attacking his basketball shorts.
Del laughs at him, finally letting her crossed leg relax, and says to him with a loving smile, "No need to hide it anymore, dude. Just let it grow..." Flexing her foot high in her flat, she allows the crossed leg to bounce away, the foot gyrating inches away from his face. "I'm going to tease you a lot more now while you tell me what a 'footjob' is. Hehe... think you can handle that without bursting in your shorts?" she asks, sticking another tongue out at him.
Her playfulness just makes her all the more attractive to Mac, and he nods at her. "Psh, you don't scare me, girl. I wasn't ready earlier, but now I'm prepared for whatever you bring at me!"
"Ha! We'll see about that!" Delilah flexes her foot even higher in front of his face, allowing her ankle to make an audible popping sound. After taking a second to twirl her now sweaty hair into a ponytail, she motions for him to begin. "So, yeah. You. Footjob. Explain it to me."
Taking his eyes off of her worn out flat in front of him, Mac begins to speak. "Ok... well, a footjob is like a handjob, basically, but instead of using your ha—"
"God, I can't wait to take these shoes off... ugh, they are making my feet so hot right now..." Delilah interrupts again, scrunching her toe knuckles out of the worn out flat. They seem to be even more slippery than before. Mac glares at her foot, almost forgetting his discussion. He begins to notice the ever present stench from her flat attack his nose again, which almost emasculates him.
Delilah smirks again, having him right where she wants him since her teasing is working to perfection. "Psst, hey," she whispers as Mac looks up at her. Motioning with her left hand, she obliges him. "Footjob? Hmmmm? Tell me, dude."
Mac shakes his head quickly, and gathers himself. "Ahem, right, um, footjob... like I was saying, a footjob is when a girl uses her feet to j—"
Delilah interrupts again with another giggle, and bounces her leg in a faster pace. She scrunches her toes again, and this time, the heel finally pops off, letting the flat sway onto her toes.
"Hmm... you know... I think I used to always do these with my shoes... even my black converse. I just never paid attention to it. This... shoeplay stuff. I think I like it." she confesses as the flat swings over her pantyhosed toes. "Hehe... I really like dangling my flats now. It's such a stress reliever, you know?" she says in bliss, her crossed leg now bouncing in a natural rhythmic tempo to Pentatonix blaring from the stereo. She sighs again. "It just feels soooo good to do that with my feet. Taking them off and putting back on. Twirling them around. I like playing with my flats. Hmmmm... it's really fun... hehe..." Delilah scrunches her toes hard, making the flat barely cling onto her big toe.
Mac can only take a good look at it, rubbing his crotch desperately from the constant talking Del is doing about her own shoeplay. She is totally getting into his head even more.
"Ugh, I just hope my feet are not too sweaty and stinky inside these flats... my God... You don't mind the smell of my feet, don't you?"
Mac stares a hole onto her flexing foot in the dangling flat, and he almost doesn't hear Del's voice.
"Mac, tigerrrr?" Delilah says in a singing manner. Mac looks up at her, just in time to see her slowly mouth the words to him: "Foot... job?"
