As the doorbell rang, Sunny peered out from her bedroom, a manicured toe curled playfully in anticipation. She’d been looking forward to this evening all week, ever since she’d casually broached the topic with her friend Matt over drinks. Her Younger, more adventurous self had long been curious about his outrageous foot fetish. Tonight, she intended to learn more.
Matt stood before her, a sheepish grin plastered on his boyish face. “Hey, Sunny. Thanks for having me over.”
“Not at all, come on in,” she replied, waving him inside. As he entered, his eyes settled on her, gleaming with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. This was going to be easier than she’d thought.
Sunny led him to the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just water, thanks,” Matt mumbled, his gaze never leaving her feet, now tucked modestly beneath the skirt of her sundress.
As she fetched the beverages, Sunny couldn’t help but notice the way Matt squirmed in his seat, as if merely being in her presence was already arousing him. By the time she returned, his fingers were drumming an impatient rhythm against his thigh.
“Okay, I think we’ve established the main event,” Sunny said with a playful smirk, extending a foot towards him. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Matt’s face contorted in pleasure as his hands enveloped her sole. His fingers danced across her arch, toes, and heel with a reverence that bordered on worship. Sunny let out a soft sigh, marveling at the intensity of his touch.
“Your feet are so perfect,” Matt breathed, his breath warm against her skin. “I could stare at them for hours.”
Sunny teased him with a dainty wiggle of her toes. “Well, you’ve got all the time you need. I’m curious to know more about your… unique tastes.”
Matt’s hands moved with increased urgency as he coated her feet with what felt like oil. The slippery sensation sent thrills through Sunny’s body as he began to massage, working out invisible knots and kinks with expert pressure.
Lost in the blissful massage, Sunny found herself slipping into a relaxed, almost sensual state. It was odd, yet strangely exhilarating, to be so thoroughly focused on her own physical sensations. Matt’s thumbs circled her heel, sending shivers up her spine, while his fingertips traced delicate patterns on her instep.
When his stroking fingers brushed the tender flesh between her toes, Sunny gasped, her hips involuntarily bucking up against the couch cushions. “Oh, that’s… intense,” she panted, her eyes fluttering closed.
Encouraged by her reaction, Matt’s hands grew bolder, kneading and squeezing with a primal intensity. Sunny’s breath quickened, her skin flushed and tingling all over, especially between her thighs. The intimate contact with Matt was awakening a deep, primal arousal within her.
As the massage reached a crescendo, Matt’s fingers found their way to the sensitive area between her second and third toes. Sunny let out a sharp cry, her body arching under his touch.
In that moment, Matt erupted, his orgasm crashing over him in shuddering waves. Sunny felt his hot release splatter against her feet, the cool, sticky droplets drawing a delighted shiver from her toes to her core.
Panting and trembling, Matt slowly released her feet, his eyes glazed with a mixture of awe and satiation. “That was… incredible,” he whispered, his voice husky with post-coital bliss.
Sunny smiled, still reeling from the intensity of her own pleasure. “Definitely a first for me,” she admitted, wiggling her toes and relishing the lingering sensations on her skin.
Matt took her hand, bringing it to his lips for a tender, reverent kiss. “Thank you, Sunny. You’ve given me a gift I’ll never forget.”
As they sat there, the sound of his gentler breathing filling the room, Sunny felt a strange sense of connection, a bond forged by the intimate act they’d shared. She couldn’t help but wonder where this newfound understanding would lead them next.