First Post - Fiction (F/F)(X)
This is my first posted story. I would appreciate the feedback. Nobody ever suspects
it. To look at me; a 21 year old pixie, barely 5'1", 100 lbs. with short
cropped-blonde hair, small pert breasts and slender waist, you wouldn't know that I'm a
lipstick lesbian who digs . And that suits me fine, because
I can sate my perverted desires, secretly, in ways which guys couldn't get away with. Take
my job, for instance, giving pedicures at an upscale spa. I handle pampered pods all day
long, fondling to my heart's content, and get
paid for it. Because I'm a petite woman no one has a clue about my fetish.
I make pretty good money for what I do, because I love my job
3;because I love women's . But
it's not always footsie heaven. Most women's aren't well shaped or well taken
care of. Sometimes I go days without a real honey coming to the spa. Even when the women
are pretty or have nice they aren't necessarily the right
.
Do you know what I mean? We all have our tastes. Being a bit of a sub, I like my women's to
be big. But I like them to be feminine with long toes, slender ankles and high arches.
Sometimes a whole month will go by without "my type" coming through the spa.
But when one does. Oooh baby. The thrill of handling beautiful gets
me so charged. The sexual tension is so overwhelming I often find myself alone in the
bathroom stall after the appointment bringing myself to orgasm; Pleasuring myself with the
same fingers that just cradled the objects of my affection. And nobody knows.
I had worked at the spa for two years without blowing my cover; until one Friday last
month. It was a long busy frustrating day, giving pedicures to elephants and other beasts
masquerading as women. I saw enough corns to make me think I was in Iowa. So I was in no
mood for a last minute add-on, especially with a client with Erin Rodger's reputation. I
had never actually seen her, but I had heard all the gossip. She was the trophy wife of
some ancient corporate bigwig. She divorced the guy six months after he left his previous
wife and took him for everything he had. She was rude and aggressive. She even got one
girl fired for spilling some polish on her by mistake. She always breezed in on a Friday
with no appointment and bullied her way into getting services. My spineless manager always
gave in when Erin bribed her with a twenty. My last appointment ran late so I was the only
one of the pedicurists around to hear the commotion at the front desk. "
3;I don't
need an appointment.
3;Of course you can find someone take care of me. What do you
mean there's nobody around" she demanded.
I tried to duck out of her line of sight, but she saw me. "What about her?" she
asked, jewel encrusted hand pointing in my direction.
My manager actually tried to cover for me. "Laura can't today madam, she's got to
um,.. be somewhere, and we're about to close up".
I looked over and saw Erin Rodgers for the first time. Her beautiful face screwed up in
consternation. Her long brown hair was braided into a pony tail like Lara Croft She was in
her mid-thirties, but as the Commodores sang, a "Brick House". She stood nearly
5'10", athletic but curvy. She had an ass so firm you could crack walnuts on it, and
she looked positively smokin' in a tight suede skirt and even tighter cashmere sweater.
But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was her fantastic tanned .
They had to be size 9's at least, squeezed into the most delicate high-heel Calvin Klein
strappy heel numbers I had ever seen. From her narrow ankle to the tips of her impossibly
long toes, her were perfectly proportioned. My
perfect !
As she tapped her fingers in annoyance, I tried to keep my composure. "Don't
worry.", I said to my manager, "I'll close up. I don't mind serving this
client."
My manager shrugged and mouthed her apologies as Erin made her way determinedly to my
work-station. "Of course you don't Laurel."
"Laura." I corrected her.
"Whatever." she sighed as she sat down in the chair in front of my stool. I sat
down and organized my tray as she searched through her purse for her make-up.
"What is it you want today?" I asked, staring at her gorgeous . I
knew what I wanted.
She spoke abruptly, without really looking at me. "Full service
3;file, remove the
old polish, moisturize, buff. I want the full service
3;Are you listening to me?"
I snapped out of my trance, looking up into her angry face. "Yes. Sorry m'am. It's
been a long day.
"I don't give a @#%$." She hissed as she leaned down to un-strap her shoes.
"The full service." She reminded me again.
I watched attentively as she removed her shoes, wiggling and flexing her obscenely long
toes, and placed her in my lap. My eyes nearly bugged
out when I saw the shoe size marked on the heel; size 10. This woman was a goddess. Erin
saw my reaction, but misinterpreted its meaning. "They're fabulously expensive."
she commented, thinking I was flipping over her shoes. "But my get
so tired and sweaty from walking in them the whole day."
She was totally oblivious, looking at herself in a pocket mirror as she applied lipstick.
I took her right in my hands. They were warm,
the straps leaving small pressure marks across the tops of her toes. And true to her word
her soles were damp with perspiration. My mind raced with fantastical possibilities.
Within my grasp were the most perfect I had ever laid eyes on. But they
were attached to the biggest bitch to ever come in the spa. If I stepped out of line,
she'd have my job. I had to be good, but it was so frustrating. I had to give myself some
pleasure. Looking up to make sure that she wasn't paying attention, I quickly bent down
and quietly breathed in. The musty smell of her was intoxicating. I sat up
without her knowing.
Erin read a magazine and talked on her cell phone as I removed her nail polish, clipped
and filed her nails and trimmed her cuticles. The more I touched her , the
more I desperately wanted to worship them. Her toes were long and slender, ending in
pearly toenails that reminded me of tiny sea shells. I was in heaven, channeling my sexual
energy into giving her the best pedicure possible. But Erin barely noticed I was there.
Even though she was only ten years older, I heard her tell someone on the phone that
"some girl" was "doing" her . I finished prepping her , but
waited obediently before putting on the polish as she gabbed to some friend. Eventually
she noticed, putting her hand over the receiver. "Well, what are you waiting
for?" she asked impatiently.
"You, um, didn't say what polish you wanted."
Erin ended her phone conversation and lifted her out of my lap, caressing her
ankles, as she pondered her decision. I couldn't help myself. I sat transfixed as she
flexed her arch, examining my work from different angles. She watched me from the corner
of her eye testing my reaction. "You do nice work, Laura. You really seem to know
your way around ."
Her compliment caught me by surprise. I blushed and I think that Erin noticed. I quickly
looked down to avoid eye contact. I panicked, thinking that she knew my little secret. She
crossed her long legs, leaving her left dangling inches from my face.
"So, what color would you recommend?"
Was she teasing me? "I, ..I don't know." I stammered.
She shoved her closer, her big toe brushing up
against my nose. "Oh come on. I bet you have an opinion on what would make my look
extra sexy. ...How about cherry red?"
I could barely think straight, let alone talk, and Erin seemed to be taking wicked
pleasure in embarrassing me. I quickly grew nostalgic for the time when she was ignoring
me. "What about pink. I bet you like pink, don't you Laura?"
I felt trapped. She brushed my cheek with her toes and I nodded. "Pink it is
then."
She watched me intently now as I reached for the bottle of hot pink nail polish. For a
brief moment I thought that maybe she hadn't figured out my fetish and I was
over-reacting. That hope was quickly dashed as she leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
"I know that you are practically drooling over my luscious , my
sweet little pervert. But this is what is
going to happen, you are going to finish what you started and then I will be on my way.
This pedicure better be a masterpiece. If you spill one drop of polish, I'm going straight
to your manager. Do we have an understanding?"
I nodded in agreement, and pulled my stool closer and placed both her in
my lap. But I was a nervous wreck. The object of my desire, knew my heart and was
torturing me. I could touch her, but only to finish my work. It was all I could do to keep
my hands from shaking. My lust for this woman threatened to overwhelm me.
I tried desperately to focus on the pedicure. I started to polish her left
and quickly came to understand that Erin was not finished playing with me. "It must
be very satisfying, getting so much pleasure from your work."
I felt her move her right down between my legs. "And
you do enjoy your job, Don't you Laura?"
She extended her so that her toes rested against
my crotch. "Are you enjoying giving me a pedicure right now?"
Very gently she began to rub her toes against me. I nodded. "That's good." She
breathed lustily.
Involuntarily my legs parted, and she pressed harder with her toes. "Pay attention to
what you're doing Laura. No spills."
My panties were getting wet, my breathing short. She masturbated me with her fantastic , as
I was giving her a pedicure. My legs were shaking, as she zeroed in on my clit and
massaged it with her big toe. "Oh, that's so good, isn't it?"
I bit my lip and shut my eyes. Erin stopped fondling me. "You may not stop until you
have finished my pedicure. Do you understand?"
I whimpered my assent. Erin smiled as she slipped her hand under her skirt "Good
girl."
I was going out of my mind. Sweat poured from my brow as I struggled to finish the
pedicure and get sexual release. I was sopping wet, practically riding her left as
I painted the last toenail of her right. Erin rubbed faster and faster. Erin worked me
with both .
I moaned like a bitch in heat, my passion cresting. She raised her right ,
offering her toes to my waiting mouth. That sent me over the edge. I exploded in the
greatest orgasm of my life. My screams of pleasure muffled by Erin's size 10 toes shoved
deep in my mouth. I passed out in a heap of exhaustion. When I woke up Erin was gone. She
had left a $100 tip
3;and had made an appointment in my book for the following Friday.
In Part 1, Laura, a lipstick lesbian with a fetish, bragged about her job
as a pedicurist at an upscale spa. She had secretly satisfied her urges at work until
Erin, an amazon who just happened to have the of Laura's dreams, blew her
cover. Laura was allowed to engage in the gratification of her lust, but only on Erin's
strict terms.
PART 2
"Friday, 2 p.m. Erin Rodgers - Laura" was the entry in the spa's appointment
book. The booking was generating all kinds of discussion among the girls. It was rare that
the "Bitch Queen" (as everyone called Erin) was satisfied with her pedicure to
request the same girl twice in a row. But for her to make an appointment; that was
unprecedented. Not that any of the others were jealous. "I don't know what's worse,
if she comes or if she cancels."
Most were betting she would cancel. Even my weasely manager, Vanessa, felt sorry for me.
She was well aware of Erin's bad reputation for being rude and abusive to the staff.
"She requested you specifically, Laura. I couldn't say no.
3;At least she tips
well."
But I wasn't dreading the appointment with Erin. It was all I could think about. For seven
days every idle moment was filled with fantasies of our next encounter. Other women's ,
pretty ,
that might have caught my attention before, now seemed as alluring as a bad case of
psoriasis.
It didn't matter that our next meeting would be in the spa at the busiest time of the
week. I was excited at the mere thought of touching her again. In the quiet moments in
between appointments I found myself in the staff bathroom pleasuring myself; imitating
with my fingers the exquisite feeling of her beautiful toes against my clite . I'd
softly. But my orgasms were nothing like I had experienced with Erin.
The week seemed to drag on indefinitely. I couldn't sleep at all Thursday night. I was
just too horny. Images of her fantastic danced in my head as I rubbed
myself raw. Still wide awake at 4:30 a.m., I was too antsy to lie in bed, so I decided to
prepare my
to look their absolute best for my Queen. I've always thought my were
kind of sexy. They're average, at size 7. But my legs and ankles are so thin, my
appear to be larger than they really are. Working in the spa gave me access to tanning
beds so my legs and had a golden beach-girl glow. My
nail-beds are small, so my toes seem plump, like a small child's. But it's the view from
the bottom that's best. My soles are soft, creamy blemish free perfection. My oval toe
pads look like juicy grapes waiting to be plucked.
As morning approached, I applied and removed three different colors of polish to my
toe-nails searching to find the one that was just right. A classic French pedicure would
have been right if my nails were longer. The light pearly pink seemed too demure. I wanted
Erin to want my sexy as much as I wanted hers. As the
sun came up I put the finishing touches on my white polished nails. With sterling silver
toe rings and flowery flip-flops I looked like a California beach slut.
By the time I got to work I was a horny, sleep-deprived, nervous wreck. Time was moving so
slowly, it seemed like the clock was running backwards. I must have checked the
appointment book about a hundred times to make sure Erin hadn't canceled. Well, she didn't
cancel, but she didn't show up on time either. And with each passing minute, I felt a
little more foolish for building myself up at the thought of seeing her again. I was
waiting dejectedly by the front desk, when she finally breezed in forty minutes late.
This woman knew how to make an entrance. She was hot, literally and figuratively, in an
impossibly tight black two piece spandex body suit. She gulped down water from a squeeze
bottle. Her skin was flush from working out. I couldn't help but give her a once-over
head-to-toe glance. The spandex halter-top was pulled so taut over her full breasts, you
could see the outline of her large nipples. Her bare tummy was flat but soft. Her knee
length spandex bottoms clung to her toned legs, leaving no doubt that she wasn't wearing
panties. I continued to scan down her bare, well defined calves, making my way to the true
focus of my attention. Her fabulous sock-less size 10's encased in Sketcher sport clogs.
Her gym bag had the "Sri Baba Kirapu Academy" logo on it. Erin had come to the
spa directly from yoga class.
I was so excited to see her. "Erin, you're late. I wasn't sure you'd make your
appointment."
My welcome was met with a blank stare. "I pay by the hour. That means I can do with
my hour whatever I please. And you wait."
I was taken aback by her tone. "Just so you know, I prefer being addressed as Ms.
Rodgers or ma'am, if you don't mind. You are being entirely too familiar."
Erin took another swig from her water bottle, watching me out of the corner of her eye to
gage my reaction. "By the way. I realized after I left last week that I had
mistakenly given you a $100 bill as a tip. I had meant to leave a $10."
I couldn't believe what she was telling me. "Oh." Was all I could muster in
response.
Erin smiled slyly. "You didn't actually think I'd give you a $100 tip, did you?"
I felt my cheeks turn red. She was screwing with my head. "Oh, I see." She
chuckled. "Well you'll just give some credit against my next sessions."
I was crestfallen, in a total state of shock, as she brushed by me and made her way to my
table. Erin sat down on my client chair and kicked off her Sketchers and rested her on
my stool. "Let's get to it." She snapped her fingers. "I'm running
late."
Did she actually snap her fingers at me? I thought I might cry. "
3;Or maybe
there's another girl who can help me if you're too busy." She crossed her at
her ankles and flexed her long toes so that they pointed straight at me. The pads of her
magnificent soles were pink from her recent exercise. Something primal stirred inside me.
She was humiliating me and all I wanted to do was to crawl over to her and worship her
perfect .
I stumbled over to her as if in a trance. As I approached the animal scent of her filled
my head. I imagined I could already taste her. "Erin" I whispered.
She shook her head, then shouted to catch the attention of Vanessa, my manager.
"Excuse me!?"
Vanessa scurried over to suck up. "Is there a problem Ms. Rodgers?"
Oh @#%$. The possibility of being fired snapped me out of my stupor. I turned to head
Vanessa off at the pass. "Don't worry. There's no problem. It's all under
control."
"Well I wouldn't say that. Your girl has been quite rude and unprofessional."
Erin complained. "I prepaid her for some extra services and now she claims she won't
perform them."
"Laura, is this true?"
Erin jumped in before I could answer. "Are you suggesting that I'm making this up?
Last week I paid the girl $100. Today I asked her to give me a
massage before my pedicure and she refused. She told me that it wasn't her department and
that I'd have to book one of the masseuses. "
Why was she making this up? Why was she doing this to me? "I,
3;It wasn't like
that." I lamely protested.
"I'll fix this right away Ms. Rodgers. I'll see if our masseuse, Sonya, is
free."
Erin had an evil look in her eyes. "I don't want somebody else. I've already paid
her. And it isn't just that." She added pointing to me. "It's her unprofessional
attitude. Honestly, I don't know why I come here."
Erin moved theatrically. She brought her down from my stool and began to
put her shoes back on. The whole thing, her entrance, the scene, everything; was an
elaborate Kabuki dance meant to humiliate and degrade me. I knew what Erin wanted me to
do; what she knew I wanted to do. I swallowed my pride and submitted myself to her.
"I'm sorry that I was rude
3;Ms. Rodgers. If you'd allow me to, I would like to
give you a massage as well as your
pedicure."
Erin prolonged my agony. "I don't really know."
I looked at her imploringly. "Please
3;.ma'am. I promise I'll do a very good
job."
She slipped her shoes off again. "You'd better."
Vanessa piped in. "Laura, make sure Ms. Rodgers gets a full hour. I'll give your 3:00
appointment to someone else."
Erin had a self-satisfied smirk as I took my place on the stool in front of her. I waited
until my manager was out of earshot. "Why did you do that?"
"Well, for one thing," she said as she dropped her in
my lap, "I wanted to see how far you'd go to touch my ."
She flexed her huge , pointing her toes at me.
"
3;and, for another, it turned me on to see you squirm." I was in emotional
and sensory overload. The scent from her was overwhelming, a strong musky
aroma, that was completely arousing. Erin knew me so well. I was getting wet and I hadn't
even touched her. Despite her humiliating me, I yearned to touch her. I took her in
my hands and gazed up at her, as I began the massage.
Erin laughed quietly. "The first time I saw that look in someone's eyes was in Grade
9 and my dyke gym teacher wanted to give my a rub-down after a cross-country
running meet. Being young and naïve, I let her. After that, she volunteered to let me
skip practice. And after every track meet she made sure that she was the one who gave me
the post-race rub-down. It wasn't until later that I made the connection when Coach
suddenly took early retirement, the dirty socks and underwear stopped going missing from
my locker."
I pressed into the bottom of her left with both my thumbs as my
fingers cradled the tops of her toes. Erin's soft soles yielded to my touch, her toes
spreading apart with each press from my thumb. "Senior in high-school, I dated a boy
who asked if he could wash my ,
3;with his tongue. He'd
follow me home and beg to worship. He did my homework every day for six straight months.
When I got early acceptance into college, we had quite a celebration.
3;Ooooh that
feels good."
I rubbed aloe lotion into the balls of her heels as Erin squeezed and flexed her toes.
Already in a heightened state of excitement, Erin's descriptions of her
worshippers were making me dizzy with lust. She smiled, knowing exactly how she was doing
me, and continued. "I caught one of my dorm floor monitors sniffing my cross-trainers
my freshman year at college. That girl could eat my pussy for hours.
3;or rather that
girl had to eat my pussy for hours.
3;Massage my toes Laura."
Erin's toes were long and slender, with delicate little "sea-shell" shaped
toenails. I squeezed and rolled the toes of her left between my fingers, as Erin
caressed my hands with her right . "I met my ex-husband
filling in as a temp, at his office. He had a reputation as a captain of industry, a cold
corporate pirate. But I caught him looking at my enough times to know exactly what
he was. I wore tall spiky heels and played footsie with him a few times while taking
dictation. I got a permanent job as his executive secretary."
As I stroked and kneaded her toes Erin flexed and extended her so
that they were closer to my face. She was practically inviting me to take a sniff. "I
was the worst secretary in the free world. I came in late and took two-hour lunches. But
as long as he could worship my whenever he wanted he was happy.
3;Go ahead baby, breathe it in."
I was losing whatever inhibitions I had left, not caring if anyone in the spa was
watching, only concerned with satisfy my urges. I took a deep breath. I was totally
seduced. "I knew what he wanted, what he really wanted; to lose himself in me. On his
birthday, I blocked his calls, locked his office and gave him his present. I had him lie
on his leather couch, did an elaborate striptease and lay opposite of him, my in
his lap. I had him rub baby oil all over my ; every nook and cranny."
I was getting hotter by the minute. I began to squirm on my stool. "His cock was
already rock hard when I clamped my around it and gave him the ride
of his life. My toes worked like fingers giving him the pleasure that no-one else ever
had."
Erin's
were right in my face, I she was all I could hear, smell, see and touch. "I felt he
was getting close to release, I squeezed the base of his cock between my soles and leaned
forward taking his head in my mouth. I looked into his eyes and saw pure bliss. Just as he
was about to come I pulled away and jerked him with my toes. He came like a geyser,
spraying his everywhere."
I brought my mouth closer to her , desperate to taste her salty
skin. Erin brushed her big toe against my lips. "Here's what we both knew. What he
wanted more than anything else was to put his cock between my big .
Where it looked small, where I was in control. He wanted to lose himself in me, and I let
him."
My mouth parted. I licked my dry lips. My breathing got heavy. "Every day for two
months we played on his couch. He was addicted to me. One day I offered my to
him for worship after his release. He accepted and I knew that he'd do anything for my
touch. Empowered, I gave him an ultimatum. Either he leave his wife for me, or I would
quit and tell anyone who would listen about his particular predilections."
My pussy was lubricating. My clit began to throb. I was approaching orgasm from fondling
her
and listening to her serpentine words. "In all the time I was with him, we never had
intercourse. I was free to see anyone else, do anything else, as long as he could have my . On
the day I left him, the day I took half of everything he owned, we played on the couch one
last time. He lost himself in me one last time, cumming in multiple orgasm."
Her words were casting a spell over me. I was so desperate to taste her flesh, But not
there, not then. The situation was maddening. My frustration was spiking my excitement.
Erin was pushing me closer to the edge. "That's it, baby" she coaxed, "Let
yourself go."
I couldn't take any more. I had to get relief. With my last ounce of willpower, I let go
of Erin's
and quickly got up from my stool. "Excuse me, I have to
3;" Erin laughed as I
rushed into the staff bathroom.
I ran into the stall, sat on the toilet, hiked up my skirt and fingered my sopping pussy.
All I wanted to do was orgasm. I was so close to ecstasy that I didn't hear the bathroom
door open, the click of the lock, or the stall door swing open. Erin stood before me,
still barefoot, "Aren't you pretty as a picture." She cooed.
"Oh, God!" I shoved three fingers in my wet slot.
"Did I do this to you, baby? Did I get you all worked up?" she teased, caressing
my inner with her toes.
"Unnggghh" I arched my back, thrusting toward her touch.
"Let Erin help you with that." Bracing herself for balance by putting her hands
on the stall walls, she extended her . She tickled me lightly as I
slapped at my clit. Then she pressed her toes gently against the fabric of my wet panties.
"Open yourself to me." she whispered. I took my fingers from inside my pussy and
spread myself as wide as I could. "That's it."
I gasped as Erin slowly eased her toes one by one into my pussy. My panties bunched up in
between Erin's big and second toe as she thrust into me. Then she began to pump;
rhythmically in and out. The fabric of my panties wedged between my ass cheeks and rasped
against my clit. I whimpered like a little baby.
"Sshhhh. It's okay, baby. for me." Erin coaxed as
I grabbed her ankle and bucked against her . "Let it all out."
"Oh fuck. Oh God!." Erin wiggled her long toes inside me. "Oh fuck!
Aaahhhhuuuunhh"
I literally rode her to orgasm, cumming so hard that
I was shaking. I lost control completely, my legs jerked and flailed in spasm. And for the
first time in my life I actually ejaculated; covering my panties and Erin's toes with my
cream. Erin slowly withdrew her from my pussy, taking my
filled panties with her. She leaned down, kissed my forehead and slid my panties right off
my
and tucked them in her waistband; a souvenir of her sexual conquest. Then she stood back
up and gracefully lifted her and rested it on my knees. I
looked up at her and we both knew that I was hers.
Wordlessly, I did what I knew was her bidding. I grasped her magnificent in
my small hands and brought it to my mouth. The bathroom was quiet now, but for the gentle
sounds of me licking and sucking my from Erin's toes.
TO BE CONTINUED?
3;.