An hour had passed since the sun had set, but Peter was still hesitant to rush downstairs for his evening rendezvous with Violet. They had been at it for a fortnight now, so all embarrassment should have subsided. However there remained a nagging concern within his heart that what he was doing was wrong though not necessarily because he was married. He had heard stories of married men having trysts with other women, but he always assumed he was beyond such sins. After all, Peter did everything in his power to avoid becoming like his father, but maybe he had judged him too harshly. Or maybe there was no use avoiding one's inherent desires. All of this and more plagued his mind as he descended the stairs and tiptoed across the wooden floors to the kitchen, though he had yet to run into anyone. Not that it should matter anyway as it was, after all, his house. Before entering he took a deep breath and tried to remind himself what Violet was always saying:
"We're not actually doing anything wrong, you know? Not yet anyway."
Peter's eyes opened with surprise, as the voice in his head had sounded more audible than expected, to discover Violet leaning out of the kitchen doorway, her long, luscious locks swaying with her, as she smiled beguilingly at him. In an attempt to cover his shock, he chuckled to himself, but it hardly sounded natural in his ears. Violet rolled her eyes as she turned to go back into the kitchen, pulling in Peter behind her as if under enchantment. He stopped in the doorway to admire her svelte frame from behind as she filled the basin with water, then her strong, graceful arms as she carried the basin over to their spot by the fire. Pulled again by her spell, he followed Violet and knelt down at her feet like a puppy who waits for a treat. She sat down on the stool by the hearth and pulled her legs up, one at a time, to remove her scuffed up boots. Peter followed her movements with hungry eyes as she unlaced them, slowly, and tossed them aside as if those weren't her only shoes. He leaned in, eagerly, as she gingerly rolled down her stockings and waved them in his face. There was something so alluring in the smell; shoe polish mixed with sweat and pine needles, which she placed in her shoes each night. He enjoyed her scent and found himself lost in thought only to be reawakened by her light chortle.
"You are a funny one, sir," Violet queried.
"May I wash you feet tonight, please?" Peter asked.
"If you think you can handle it," Violet teased as she handed him the towel.
As Peter took the pink towel from her, they both felt a shock between their fingers. He quickly looked away from Violet's all-knowing eyes and submerged the towel in the cold water. As he wrung the water out of the cloth, they locked eyes while Violet lifted her skirts to her knees and pointed a narrow foot towards him. His groin tightened against his trousers when he took her foot into his hands and began to scrub away the impurities of the day. Gently and tenderly, he cleansed every crevice of her feet as if she were Cleopatra herself. This always went by faster than he liked, so he decided to give in to his yearning for once. Violet's eyes were closed in tranquil repose when suddenly she felt a strange, sucking sensation on her toes. At first, she felt alarmed, but didn't want to scare Peter from his newfound confidence. Violet kept her eyes closed, in order to further enjoy this unusual sensation. Peter's mouth found each of her toes and caressed each one with his tongue, occasionally sucking on them. He felt he had ascended to heaven when he heard Violet moan but had to stop, suddenly, for Peter felt he could no longer withstand the lust within. In embarrassment, he curled over himself so as not to offend Violet.
"You've been so gentle with me, sir," Violet said as she knelt over him, "I'd like to return the favor."
Before Peter could protest, Violet stood and led him out of the kitchen and down the hallway until there were at her door. He hadn't even noticed Violet grab her stockings and shoes before they left, but now that he saw her in her bare feet Peter felt as if he was in the presence of a goddess. He froze, though, when Violet began to push in her chamber door, but was easily moved from his post by her strength.
"I know you're afraid, but I want to help you. Show you what pleasure can feel like," Violet whispered as she lured him to sit on her little bed.
