One Instep At A Time

Her eyes mirror my hunger as she thrusts her leg out towards me, waving her foot, beckoning me to remove it, her face an alluring mix of shyness and lust. "This one first", she smiles, her teeth grazing over her lower lip. A wicked smile, inevitable, and I step into the room towards the bed where she sits, one foot on the floor, the other, a wiggling lure, and myself, the fish about to be happily hooked. Her skirt drapes below her knees, her thighs obscured in darkness, a T-shirt tight against her torso, the curve of her breasts peaked with the sharp elevations of her nipples, her smile broadening as I kneel before her, a naughty Prince Charming, and quickly reach out a hand as if to rip off that shoe in one violent yank, but, instead, I move past the red patent leather and the white cotton sock to run my palm up along her bare shin, fingers barely grazing the skin, patiently up to the edge of her skirt, a pause, breath held, then back down, purposely slow, exhaling, my hot breath evoking goosebumps and a shudder. I reach behind to wrap my hand around her calf, slowly caressing her smooth skin, savoring the touch, gently kneading the taut muscle, intently watching her face as her expression relaxes, her mouth opens, a groan of pleasure escaping. I pause again to savor the sight then bring my other hand up to cup the back of her shoe, gently slipping it down to expose her heel, encased in a thin, tight, white sock, ankle-length, a narrow band of lace rimming the top. I slip the shoe forward, allowing my index finger free to trail behind, a path of light pressure from her heel to big toe, now curling involuntarily as I reach down to place the shoe on the carpeted floor.

Her foot, still held out in anticipation, the white, unblemished material stretched taut against her sole exposed. I press my face into it, inhaling deeply, relishing the floral aroma of fabric softener mixed with the harsh but pleasing residue of leather. Intoxicated, I grip the ball of her foot and pull it towards my mouth, now open, ravenous, the clean white fabric sliding inside. The daintiest of her toes presses against my tongue, hot and dry. She moans, her hands grasping the edge of the bed, white knuckles clenching the bedspread. I look up at her, now three of her smallest toes wiggling inside of my mouth and I bite down gently, feeling the soft underside of her sole yielding to the pressure of my lower teeth, the hardness of bone against the top teeth. Her toes flex, curling down, and a muffled yelp escapes her lips, one hand rising up from the bed to cover her open mouth. "Yesssss", she urges, and I bite harder, the mix of pain and pleasure evoking an "Oh my fucking god". Her breathing intensifies, exhaling hard. "Take it off", her words muffled by the back of her hand, her eyes begging.

I smile broadly and release my grip. She keeps her leg rigid, her toes pointed straight at my mouth, the other foot still on the carpet her skirt hanging in a curved valley between her knees as her thighs relax open. She looks at me pleadingly, her brow furrowed, her hand still over her mouth, one index finger trapped between her teeth.

I lean back on my heels and look at her, one hand still gripping the the bedspread, her back slightly arched, her breasts straining against her blouse, rising and falling with her heavy respiration, her neck and cheeks flushed with color. She moves her hand from her mouth, and pushes out her lower lip in a pout waving her socked foot in front of my face, "please", she exhales, a whisper dripping with desire.

I grab her foot with both hands like I own it. Strong, commanding, thumbs on her soles, small circles, firm, grinding, toe to heel, as I slowly move down her sole, fingers on top steadily advancing, feeling every thread, every knot of that thin white sock, slowly, inevitably, marching, every surface claimed by my touch. I continue up past the curve of her heel, her ankle bones, steadily rising, deliciously slow. My fingers reach the end of the fabric, their tips braced on the edge, the heat of her bare skin perceptible on the back of my fingers, poised to dive under that lacy rim. I pause, salivating, the anticipation palpable. Her eyes are passionate daggers piercing mine, intensely aflame. "Yes!", she cries out, no mere whisper now. A command, almost, thick and husky with need.

I look away from those pleading eyes and return my gaze to her foot, still trapped immobile in my grip, palms around her heel, fingers flexed like a claw, ready to attack. And I do, With one quick movement, I dig my fingers under the elastic hem, stretching that delicate, lacy rim. I hear a gasping groan and I pull, one quick movement, sudden, a lightning contrast to my slow approach. The sock is torn off, inside-out, thrown behind me unseen as I stare transfixed at her nude foot, unfettered, exposed, bare ankle through delicate arch to light pink sparkling nails on naked toes catching the light, further sparking my fire.

I glance over to her other shoe, but I immediately feel the soft warm imprint of her foot on my chest, the toes reaching up past my collar to the hot skin of my neck. "Not yet", she purrs, "finish me first", her foot rising off my chest towards my face, the sole of her foot inches in front of me, held still, waiting. I press my face into her sole. It's vague soft coolness comfortable against my flushed cheeks. I mash my nose against her smoothness and breathe deeply, the sweet almond flavor of her lotion more precious than oxygen. I lean back again to look at her eyes burning with desire, brow furrowed, mouth open, lips wet as her tongue darts in and out.

I smirk, then lean forward and run my wet tongue along that bare appendage from heel to big toe. A serpentine, wet course, the tip of my tongue pressing hard, indenting, both hands keeping her foot glued to my mouth. "Fuck yes", I hear over the sound of my pulse in my ears. I continue, lips and tongue slick against her sole, slurping, devouring every surface. My thumbs trail behind, massaging her sole, gliding, squeezing, frictionless. My tongue now just ahead of the ball of her foot, her middle toes now resting on my lower lip, I feel them quiver.

"Mmmm", she moans, "Suck them". Then a hushed silence. "Please", her voice playful, wiggling her toes against my lip.

"Hell yeah", I think as I part my lips she pushes her foot inside, the dainty pinky toe leading the way. I curl my tongue around it's curved end, a warm, wet, blanket surrounding it, exploring, finding it's way to the base of the toe, then lateral, to the space in between the next toe, darting in and out, each toe now a leg and the tender space between, her core. More toes now as she pushes more, each one slight longer, slightly wider, my tongue continuing its mission, coating every surface, each crotch of the toes, penetrating, enveloping. Four of them now inside, tongue back-and-forth, darting between them, flicking up-and-down, folding around each of them, frenzied, teeth grazing the ball of her foot. She is writhing now, the bed squeaking, her hips rocking, her moans increasing, feeding my hunger.

I look up at her and see her eyes, half-lidded, drunk. "Yes, yes, yes" I hear her mantra repeating faster, increasing in frequency. I press my lips against her foot, maintaining that fevered eye contact and I suck, tongue sliding up and down each toe, sucking like I'm drinking from a straw, gulping at her carnal pleasure. Her mouth is fully open now, her breath rapid, her back arching further as she moves her hands behind her, her hips grinding against the bed, creaking louder. "Yes, yes, yes", her chant, rapid, fusing, melting into one long moan.

Her body is tense, her leg ramrod straight out from the bed, rigid, unmoving. Her eyes are closed, I feel a shudder rack her body. Her lower lip is sucked into her mouth. Her balled fists shaking as they pull up on the bedspread. I pull her foot out of my mouth and put my lips at the base of her big toe, my fingers exploring her soaked little toes, pressing between them, spreading them apart, probing each delicate space. Her eyes pop open, fiercely desperate, a flare of angry flame, demanded satisfaction.

As if on command, I suck that big toe into my mouth, tongue blanketing, sucking, flicking, mashing, negative pressure pulling her farther in, harder now, circular, a small nibble, my teeth scraping on the delicate pad. Her moan becomes a strangled yelp as she pulls her foot from my mouth, a small pop audible as she flails back on the bed, convulsive, her hands gripping and ungripping the bedspread, one foot still encased on the floor, one foot still ramrod straight towards me, her thighs tight against each other as she writhes in pleasure, riding the waves of her release.