I finished my glass of red wine and made for bed. The balmy breeze from the Mediterranean billowed the curtains of the villa as I shut the terrace doors for the night. My head was dizzy from the heat of the day and the flowing wine all evening. I was keen to retire for the night and put the evening's drama behind me. My friend Clive's new girlfriend Lara fit his type precisely. Auburn hair, classical good looks, porcelain skin and cultured. An artistic type, with a dry sense of humour and demure in conversation but fearsome temper when crossed. Their heated argument had driven him on a walk and her to bed. I climbed the stairs, staggering between them as I felt the effect of the wine. I arrived at the door of their room to see it ajar. Everyone else's was shut and the hall sat in darkness save the thin glimmer of moonlight through their door.
I reached to pull it shut when I saw the view inside. Lara lay sprawled across the bed, her bare feet and toned calves exposed at the end. Her discarded sandals lay on the tiled floor below them. My mind raced and temptation drove me inside. For days I had admired her soft, sensual feet on display around the pool. Her wriggling toes decorated with a coral blue pedicure. Being in her early twenties, Lara's feet were so soft, smooth and delicate.
I gave a cautious glance towards the door before lowering myself to my knees by her sandals. I eyed her cautiously as I raised one to my face. I took a sharp inhale of the pungent aroma. My heart quickened and my arousal sparked as I sniffed hard at the worn sole of the sandal. Soon my tongue flicked across the surface, taking in the hint of flavour from her soft soles.
