It was a glorious and warm summers evening, when I went out to sit on the patio. I liked having a drink there, after a hard day at the office - watching the sunset, listening to the sounds of the neighbourhood and the smell of freshly cut grass. I also liked it because my wife, Pauline, likes to walk barefoot on summer evenings and I loved her feet. They were the most perfect set of toes I'd ever seen, and the way her arches curved just so was a masterpiece of nature.
I sat on one of the easy chairs we had and Pauline came and sat across the table from me. Tonight, I noticed her toenails were painted a vibrant shade of coral that seemed to glow in the fading light of the summer evening. I couldn't resist her small, perfect feet and she knew that. Almost as soon as she'd sat down, Pauline put her feet in my lap. Her touch was electric and sent a shiver down my spine and she smiled at me, knowing exactly the effect she was having. She loved it.
"You know what I want, don't you?" she teased, wiggling her toes.
I couldn't hide my excitement and touched her foot, my thumbs following the contours of her soles like an artist studying my muse. I began to massage slowly, applying gentle pressure to the balls of her feet, feeling the tension melt from them. She sighed deeply, leaned her head back and closed her eyes in bliss. My cock was hard.
My heart raced as I worked my way up to her toes, gently squeezing and bending each one in turn. I loved the smoothness and warmth of her skin and marveled at the way her muscles responded to my touch. If I applied pressure to the ball of one foot, her big toe would twitch.
Pauline's breath grew deeper, and she began to lean into my touch, her body relaxing further into the chair. The moment was perfect and I took my chance. I leaned forward and put her sole to my face, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. It was uniquely hers, a blend of coconut lotion and the faint tang of sweat from the day. Her scent made my stomach flutter and my cock got even harder.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she caught my gaze. We stared at one another and then she leaned in to kiss me softly on the forehead, her hand resting on my shoulder.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You give the best foot massage ever."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Oh, I did. So much so, I want to pay you back for it."
With deliberate movements that felt overpowering sensual, she pulled my shorts down and my cock tented my boxers. She teased them down too and my erection sprang to attention in the warm night air.
"Ah," she said and licked her lips, "I see you're already enjoying yourself."
