She is asleep on the sofa. The living room is large, with high ceilings and
a big picture window on one side overlooking the park. There is no
furniture, apart from the sofa and a small desk, just books piled up in the
corners. A small electric heater warms the room as snow flakes lightly
dance on the window pane. The camera eye does a slow 360 degree pan to
reveal this.
He is awake in the middle of the floor surrounded by papers and open books
and file folders. He watches her sleep. Empty wine bottles litter the
floor, her wine glass knocked over drunkenly by her unsteady hand, his wine
glass is in his hand as he takes a brief sip. Close up of his eyes. Watching
over the rim of his wine glass.
He and she had been working late that night discussing what was to be done
with the project at hand. They had discussed many alternatives of
organisation and presentation, and perhaps even come to a few conclusions.
It was tiring work, and compounded with the wine, she was exhausted.
She is wearing a big sweatshirt and sweatpants and is barefoot, with her
feet up on the arm of the sofa. He is in jeans and a thick sweater, white
sport socks, sitting in the middle of the floor.
He looks at his wristwatch and sees that it is late. He is also tired. But
the sight of her bare feet is more intoxicating than the wine they'd been
drinking. He quietly gets up.
Moving with the quite assurance of obsession he approaches her.
Her feet are small, wide, and slightly pudgy with a high arch and good
definition in the sole. He had seen her touch her own feet earlier and by
the ease of the flesh's mobility, could tell that her feet were soft too.
He's been sitting in positions all night to hide the growing lump in his
pants.
To sneak a purloined kiss of an unknowing foot is an awkward situation. The
potential for embarrassment, of revealing such a less-than-mainstream fetish
reveals more than should be revealed. This is what he thinks.
It is late enough that he can dry kiss her big toe, and should she wake up
suddenly, he can give the excuse of being about to leave and didn't want
not to say goodbye. How heavy a sleeper is she?
He bends over her feet, and quietly inhales the salty popcorny smell which
brings saliva to his mouth. And places a single dry kiss to the pad of her
big toe.
Nothing.
No movement from her.
He kisses her toe again.
Nothing.
He, as dryly as possible, licks her big toe.
Small movement from her.
He stands upright, about to make a quick exit.
Nothing.
He bends over and inhales deeply the scent of her feet again.
He draws his tongue across the ball of her foot, under her toes, and a kiss
in the arch.
She moves. Turing over onto her face. Her feet are now soles up, toes
hanging down.
He positions himself underneath her toes, and delicately sucks each one.
Tasting their sweetness each in turn.
She moves, back onto her back, but does not awaken. He knows he is
pushing his luck, but must continue, compelled to continue. His erection
is
actually painful.
Her feet back pointing up, he gently draws his cheek across her soles.
He then notices that her hands are deep down her track pants and that she is
masturbating silently in her sleep. He smiles and gently licks under her
toes.
"What?" she says, awaking very suddenly, and a bit confused. She sees her
hand down her pants and realises what has happened. "Oh god, I'm so sorry.
I'm really embarrassed. I don't know what you must think of me."
He thinks she doesn't know what *he* thinks of *her*?
"Hey," he says trying to be as cool as possible, "Masturbation is natural.
No need to be embarrassed. I wish that particular taboo, of public
masturbation, was totally gone."
"It's still embarrassing."
"Actually, I was in the process of leaving." He bends over her foot and is
about to give it a goodbye peck, when she raises her other foot and snuggles
it into his crotch.
"That felt nice."
He holds one of her feet, while the other is rubbing his crotch, and gently
licks the sole. She is blushing, still glowing a bit red, puts her hand
down her pants again. And continues her clitoral self-stimulation.
Slowly.
Methodically.
He takes each toe into his mouth and gently sucks each one in turn.
Her mouth is smiling, and now a grimace, and now she comes, with a throaty
gasp and her mouth open wide. Her eyes widen in pleasure.
Her feet point into a stretch, as far as they can, and he licks her soles wetly.
She squirms in her wet pantied pleasure.
He licks his saliva off of her foot.
"Hmmm." She says quietly.
"I should be going. It's late."
"Hmmm. Do you have to?"
"Yeah. I think I should. We work together and should probably keep things
that way."
"Probably right."
"Believe me, I'm going straight home and jerk off for a week"
She laughs.
He gives both feet one last semi-dry lick, and is out the door.
The camera follows him out into the wintry night.