I rest on the bed, half sitting up with my back against a pile of pillows. My feet are on the bed in front of me, my knees point to the ceiling. You sit facing me, with your feet stretched out on each side of my waist, my legs between yours, and my feet tucked under your thighs. You wrap your arms around my thighs and rest your chin on my knees. We talk, we laugh, and we share stories. I giggle each time you place your lips on my knees because it tickles.
The look in your eye changes suddenly as you lift one of my feet and slowly put it on your shoulder. I raise one eyebrow and stop talking, I want to see what you're about to do. Your warm rough hands travel on each side of my thigh, all the way down to my sweet juncture and back up again over my knee, calf and ankle. Even this simple act of affection sends ripples of pleasure through me, your hands electrify me. I watch as you bring your mouth to the inside of my ankle. So lightly you trail kisses while you watch my face for a reaction.
Then it dawns on me, I know what you're about to do. Earlier, when I expressed to you how I'd never had my toes sucked before, your eyes almost fell out of your head with disbelief. I try not to be shy, for feet aren't the most prettiest of body parts, and I focus on opening up myself to you and letting you enjoy me completely. Your lips feel so good on my skin, you raise my foot above your head and kiss down my calf until you get to the backside of my knee where you trace your tongue along the sensitive flesh there, eliciting a whimper out of me. With your other hand you've already begun massaging my inner thigh, just grazing the tuft of hair that frames my center. For a moment I'm not sure whether you're going for bringing me pleasure by my feet or my pussy, and the anticipation is delicious.
